Minecraft Account Name: Gaffney467
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone: Eastern Time Zone
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have and fully agree with them
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have went on serveral roleplaying servers and on one I was the owner of the town. Im always a dwarf and only play server that have a dwarf as a race.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I have heard this server from planetminecraft.com
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: I have none
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): No and I will right after this.
Have you read the Dwarven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes, I will use it some of it in my biography.
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: A thing were you act as a person or a race and act as if you were them and do what they do it can also be in a game or in real life.
Meta-gaming: A word that means a game world out side of a game. Also means a strategy, action or method from a ruleset.
Power-emoting: A world of online gaming
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Itsam Salvator
Current Age: 20
Sub-race (if any):
Clan (if any):
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):Itsam was born in the year of 1338. He was forced to stay in his homeland from attacks of the undead. He had two wonderful parents. They were owner of a local pub.They tought him the basics like mining, farming, and fighting. He always dreamed of all the races being allies.
At the age of 10 years old he had a group of friends that would go around and mining hoping to hit the jackpot. They were all very poor. They wanted to join a army to fight the bad and defend the good. Finaly at the age of 19 he got to go in the army. He ment up with some of his old friends there. Together they were defeating the bad. At age 20 he left the army to fullfill his life long dream to build his very own village
Ambitions for the Future: Making his own town and helping everyone.
Personality: I am a nice guy and will try to help anyone i could. I would help repair everything he saw even if it was a guy he didnt know.
Skills: Mining, Fighting, and Farming.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Any other details you wish to share about your character: He is mostly a miner but always helps people and he really wants to start his own village.
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 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?
Answer: I would run over take the diamonds and run back over the bridge and then share my wealth with the poor.
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?
Answer: I would take the young dwarf and brink him to my home. Ask him why he was alone and why they wanted to kill him.
3. While 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?
Answer: I would come with him and drink the ale with him.Minecraft Account Name: Gaffney467
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone: Eastern Time Zone
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have and fully agree with them
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have went on serveral roleplaying servers and on one I was the owner of the town. Im always a dwarf and only play server that have a dwarf as a race.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I have heard this server from planetminecraft.com
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: I have none
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): No and I will right after this.
Have you read the Dwarven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes, I will use it some of it in my biography.
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: A thing were you act as a person or a race and act as if you were them and do what they do it can also be in a game or in real life.
Meta-gaming: A word that means a game world out side of a game. Also means a strategy, action or method from a ruleset.
Power-emoting: A world of online gaming
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Itsam Salvator
Current Age: 20
Sub-race (if any):
Clan (if any):
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):Itsam was born in the year of 1338. He was forced to stay in his homeland from attacks of the undead. He had two wonderful parents. They were owner of a local pub.They tought him the basics like mining, farming, and fighting. He always dreamed of all the races being allies.
At the age of 10 years old he had a group of friends that would go around and mining hoping to hit the jackpot. They were all very poor. They wanted to join a army to fight the bad and defend the good. Finaly at the age of 19 he got to go in the army. He ment up with some of his old friends there. Together they were defeating the bad. At age 20 he left the army to fullfill his life long dream to build his very own village
Ambitions for the Future: Making his own town and helping everyone.
Personality: I am a nice guy and will try to help anyone i could. I would help repair everything he saw even if it was a guy he didnt know.
Skills: Mining, Fighting, and Farming.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Any other details you wish to share about your character: He is mostly a miner but always helps people and he really wants to start his own village.
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 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?
Answer: I would run over take the diamonds and run back over the bridge and then share my wealth with the poor.
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?
Answer: I would take the young dwarf and brink him to my home. Ask him why he was alone and why they wanted to kill him.
3. While 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?
Answer: I would come with him and drink the ale with him.
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: Otisdiver How old are you?:? Time-Zone: Pacific Standard Time (GMT -8) Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have. What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Not too much, I have played on MassiveCraft before though. How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Google. Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:http://www.lordofthe...on/#entry726448 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.
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Taking on a role and playing a game using that role. Meta-gaming: Using your knowledge from the outside world to influence your decisions in the game world. For example: Let's say Elves are "allergic" to birch leaves, and you know this from reading the forums. So you place some birch leaves near you so they won't attack you. Power-emoting: Abusing emotes in a way that doesn't allow the other player(s) to react. For example: *John pickpockets Lord North* would be power-emoting, but *John attempts to pickpocket Lord North* is not.
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Adla Bramannen Current Age: Prir seasons (3 seasons / 21 years) Sub-race (if any): Cave Dwarf Clan (if any): Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Adla was born to Stor and Gladje Bramannen in the city of Karik. He had no brothers, as his father, Stor, died in a mining accident when he was less than a season old. His mother later remarried a dwarf by the name of Vanlig, who has 4 sons.
As he lived with his step-father he was constantly outshining his step-brothers. Adla's step-father began to favor Adla over his own children, and this caused a great rivalry between Adla and his step-brothers. Then, one day Adla wrote an absolutely beautiful poem, and both his mother and step-father praised him for it. His cousins grew even more jealous, and, one day, while Adla was mining, his cousins snuck into his room and ripped his poem to pieces. Adla was enraged, and murdered one of his step-brothers. After this event, Adla never spoke with his step-brothers or parents and eventually moved out when he was just over tveir seasons old (2 seasons/14 years). To this day, Adla still lives in the dwarven capital of Kal'azagoth.
Ambitions for the Future: Adla hopes to write something even better than his first poem, something as famous as The Fall of Kal'Urgan. Adla also hopes to possibly start his own tavern in the future, though not nearly as much as he hopes to become a famous poet. Personality: Adla is a kind and honest dwarf, and above all wishes to maintain his honor. Adla believes that, without honor, a dwarf is as good as Ibleeses. Skills: Adla has always had a passion for literature. He admires works such as The Fall of Kal'Urgan. Along with this passion, Adla is also a very skilled miner. He once found diamond within an hour of mining. Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Adla is a muscular and red-bearded dwarf. http://i.imgur.com/MGrejq4.png
Any other details you wish to share about your character: Adla's name means "noble" or "knight"
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 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?
Answer:
Adla: Diamonds!
*Adla quickly covers his mouth*
(Adla thinks to himself: I hope nobody heard that..)
*Adla begins heading to the surface*
*Adla arrives at the mineshaft entrance*
*Adla walks to his house*
*Adla opens his chest & pulls out a diamond pickaxe*
*Adla leaves his house*
*Adla arrives at the mineshaft entrance*
*Adla retraces his steps, and sees the diamond patch again*
*Adla walks carefully across the bridge, and hopes it doesn't collapse*
*Adla arrives on the other side of the ravine, having gotten lucky*
*Adla mines the diamonds greedily*
Adla: Huzzah!
*Adla crosses the bridge again, and prays to the creator he doesn't fall*
Adla: Phew!
*Adla returns to the surface*
*Adla goes to his house, and stores the diamonds*
(Adla thinks to himself: That was a good day's work, I think I will continue with my poem now..)
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?
Answer:
Adla: What's wrong, young dwarf?
Young dwarf (YD): My brother is trying to kill me..
(Adla remembers how he murdered his brothers, and grows mournful)
Adla: Are those your brothers, over there?
*Adla poins to the two shady dwarves*
YD: J-just the bigger one
Adla: The one with a dagger?
YD: Y-yes..
*Young dwarf's facial expression changes from one of sadness to terror as he realizes his brother is approaching him*
*Adla approaches the two shady dwarves*
Adla: 'ey, what are you lads up to?
YD's Brother (YDB): That's none of your business, you galtair.
Adla: Excuse me?
*The other shady dwarf shoves Adla to the ground*
*YDB charges YD, yelling "Basaich jiarg-noid geddyn baase!"
Adla: Stop!
*YDB turns his head, and then runs into a support beam*
YDB: What now, galtair?
Adla: Don't kill him, I know you want to but don't. You'll hate yourself the rest of your life!
YDB: Oh will I? Well, there's only one way to find out.
*Adla stands up, and grabs the dagger from YDB's hand*
*Alda throws the dagger into the floor boards*
*Adla grabs YDB by his collar and throws him out the door onto the streets*
Adla: Nobody kills anyone on my watch, you moron!
*Shady Dwarf runs off to help YDB get up and leave*
*Adla heads over to YD*
Adla: Are you okay, young dwarf?
YD: I suppose so.. I think I'll just go home now
Adla: Alright then. Stay safe, young dwarf. Let me know if your brother tries to hurt you again.
YD: Thanks, but I think I'll be fine for now.
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?
Answer:
*Adla runs to the bar-owner*
Bar-owner: Hello there, would you like an ale?
Adla: Oh yes, I would love an ale! How much?
Bar-owner: 5 minas, please.
Adla: Alright
*Adla fumbles through pocket*
Adla: Here you go, 5 minas!
*Adla hands over 5 minas*
Bar-owner: Ah, thank you! Have a good day, sir!
Adla: You too, and thanks for the ale!
*Adla takes a gulp of the ale*
[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: spqrSancus
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone: EST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Been playing on LOTC as an elf most days since the 19th of January, 2013.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Was searching for a nice serious RP server. The ones that have a lot of players, though, are rarely actual RP servers.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthe...nd-application/ http://www.lordofthe...us-application/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Just have.
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?:
Yes, and albeit I've been playing as elves, I must say that I know more about Human lore than Elven, due to having given up on Malinor due to all the conflict there that is no fun for RP.
[b]Definitions[/b] In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: To role-play is to create a persona, and wear it as your own face. It means that you are an actor, and must act as your character, and not yourself, might.
Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is the act of using something that would not actually be there in the role-play environment, such as to use nameplates to see where a person is and then RP that you have seen them, when, in reality, your character would not. Or, to use information that your character does not know about. Say, if someone used /msg to tell me something, like, "Oh, my secret base is at these coords, blah, blah, blah," (Not orc speak, mind you, just variable speech) and you went there, it would be meta-gaming. There are exceptions, such as birding, but you would need to emote said birds, giving people a chance to react to them, and it would have to be from a place someone could ACTUALLY send a bird.
Power-emoting: To power-emote is to use an unrealistic emote, or to auto-emote, emoting something over and over again, as well as emotes that give the player no chance to respond. Such as, if someone were, to, say... emote something like this: Player suddenly does a double backflip, lands, and immediately swings the mace into other player's face, smashing it to pieces.
That would be one of the more extreme forms of power-gaming.
[b]In-Character Information:[/b] Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Rebecca Eloisa Amoruso
Current Age: 18
Sub-race (if any):
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
She was born to a middle-class merchant father and a middle class woman with a fiery spirit. She was born in Elysium, and often went with her father everywhere. He taught her to treat all the races with respect, a rare thing for a human to do, but was best in the trading world, where you might be trading with various races. As she was constantly traveling, she didn't make many friends, but she did make one. An elf, 2 years older than she, who she spent much of her time with, when inside of Malinor.
When she was about 12 years of age, she and her parents went to Anthos, along with the other humans. It was a rough trip, filled with storms and Lysistratan pirates. As such, she lost much of her belongings.
On her 16th birthday, she was walking through Malinor's streets with the Elf, now a Sentinel, when the Elf drew his blade and stabbed her father through, just because he was wearing a leather jacket. She ran back to Salvus to tell her mother what happened. They cried, and from then on, began to take a stance taken by many humans - that Elves were inferior. She began making friends in Salvus, working at a tavern, serving drinks and food. However, soon after, one of House Blackmont assaulted her mother, and stole what little remained of her father's money soon after. She does not know what to aspire to currently, but is thinking she MAY want to become a mage, for the freedom it entails for human women, should they take on the task.
[b]Ambitions for the Future:[/b]
Currently no aspirations, per se, but she would enjoy seeing Malinor and the elves burned at the stake. She also wants the Blackmonts to fall and be exiled once more. She might want to become a mage, but she isn't sure yet.
[b]Personality:[/b]
She's normally a kind, light-hearted girl, but she hates elves, and anything elven, and strongly dislikes the Blackmonts. She can be quite fierce when insulted, but is often more timid than anything else. She also like pumpkins and pumpkin pie and anything to do with pumpkins. In fact, she likes them so much, you may find her with a hollowed out pumpkin on her head.
[b]Skills:[/b]
She can carve pumpkins, and can fight with daggers to an extent, albeit no match for an actual warrior. She can also cook quite well and weave to an extent. She's clever when she stops to think, and isn't a horrible archer.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b]
She has brown hair and brown eyes, and a surprising beauty for a commoner. She's small for her age, and quite light. She is often found wearing a blue dress her mother gave to her.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b]
Not much more to tell.
[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: Rebecca sees the man stealthily making his way to the Emporer's palace. Rebecca looks around. There's a guard over by the tavern. Rebecca runs over, and attempts to grab his tabard, to pull at him, pleading with him to come. Guard is having a drink. He gets annoyed.
Guard: Let go of me, you filthy *****! Guard attempts to push her away. Rebecca falls over. Fear fills her eyes.
Rebecca: Please, no sir! There really is, there really is! I swear on my life, there is!
Guard: I said, get out of here, you filthy *****, before I have you arrested for assault! Guard attempts to pick her up by the collar of her dress. Rebecca begins to choke as he does so, the guard heaving her up effortlessly. Guard tosses her to the ground. Rebecca collapses to the ground, looking at the guard in terror.
Rebecca: Please, no! I'll leave, I'll leave! Don't hurt me anymore!
Guard: The time for that is long since passed. Rebecca attempts to scramble away, absolutely terrified. Guard reaches down to slap her in the face. Rebecca is slapped. She is knocked to the floor, and doesn't look the way of the guard.
Guard: Next time I hear of you causing trouble, I'll have you arrested. AM I UNDERSTOOD?!
Rebecca: Yes, yes, please, just let me go, don't hurt me!
Guard: Now get out of here! Before I change my mind! A scream is heard from the palace, filled with pain. It ends abruptly as it started.
[Shout] Servant: Help! An assassin has attempted to take the life of Lord High Sherrif Kais Ishikawa! Guard stares at Rebecca, paling, then hissing at her. "If I hear you told them what happened, I will hunt you down, and feed you to the wolves." Rebecca pales herself, as the guard runs for the palace.
[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: Rebecca sees the bandits threatening the old man.
[Shout] Bandit1: Give us you valuables, and you live. If not... Bandit1 waves his loaded crossbow at him. Bandit2, turns and sees a young brown haired woman watching on the road. Bandit2 smiles. "Another on the road. I'll take care of her." Rebecca sees the bandit walking towards her. Rebecca can't fight with longswords. Bandit1 shoots his crossbow, when the man doesn't move. Old Man is hot through the head. His body slowly crumples to the ground. Bandit2 walks up right to her. In his hands are a ******* sword and wooden shield.
Bandit2: Okay, lady, give us your valuables. If not, you get the same fate as the old man over there. Bandit2 points to the man lying dead on the ground. Bandit1 walks over to his friend and the young girl on the road. He draws a dagger. Rebecca looks at them, quite fearfully.
Rebecca: Please, take it, whatever you want... Bandit2 smiles. He attempts to knock her to the ground with his shield. Rebecca is knocked down. She attempts to roll away. Bandit1 smiles at this as well, and he attempts to shove the dagger to her throat.
Bandit1: Move, and you die. Rebecca feels the blade press against her throat. She dares not speak, but her eyes tell you she is absolutely terrified. Bandit2 smiles. He attempts to take her longsword and the leather armour. Rebecca can't do a thing about it, but the bandit has to struggle a bit to pull off the leather armour. Bandit2 pats her down, having taken those, looking for anything else of value. Rebecca is patted down. The bandit comes up with her mostly empty purse of minas. Bandit1 smiles. He attempts to pick her up, and drag her to a tree. Rebecca is easily picked up and dragged to the tree. Bandit1 takes some chains, and attempts to chain her to the tree. Rebecca is chained to the tree, the dagger still to her throat. She struggles, though. Bandit1 smiles even wider as he attempts to press it even harder against her throat. Some beads of blood appear on the blade. The girl ceases her struggling. Bandit2 smiles at her, grinning even. "We'll be back soon. Don't let some noble knight rescue you!" The bandits chuckles, making their way down along the road. Rebecca stares at them, terrified. She hopes someone would come along and save her.
[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:
Rebecca: Do you have any fish?
Merchant: I have tuna. How much would you like to buy it for? Rebecca pulls out her coin purse. She looks through it, counting out her coin.
Rebecca: How about 5 minas?
Merchant: Miss, that is FAR too cheap. This is some fine tuna here, see? Merchant shows her the tuna, how there are few to no blemishes and well scaled. Rebecca looks it over. She doesn't see much difference.
Merchant: That tuna right there, that should be worth 50 minas right there! Rebecca just stares at him for a moment.
[Shout] Rebecca: Are you insane? It's just ONE fish! If I could afford that, me and my mother would be living in a MANOR! Merchant looks at her, exasperated. "Fine, 30 minas."
Rebecca: Still FAR too expensive. It's ONE fish. 10 minas, at the most. Merchant stares at her, getting angry.
[Shout] Merchant: THIS IS THE FINEST FISH IN ALL THE LAND, AND WHAT DO YOU DO? YOU REBUKE MY KIND OFFER!!! Merchant reaches out over the stall, to slap her across the face. Rebecca is slapped across the face, her head turning to the side. She stays like that for a couple moments, breathing heavily. Rebecca suddenly throws a punch at him, surprisingly hard and fast. Merchant is punched in the face. He cries out and clutches his nose. Guard notices the man. He looks at Rebecca, and narrows his eyes.
Guard: The both of you come with me!
Rebecca: He slapped me! All I did was defend myself! Rebecca begins to cry. Guard looks her over a moment, then nods. "You may go." Rebecca leaves, sniffling.
Minecraft Account Name: Cheddercheez
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone: UTC (England)
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Not much as i am yet to find a good server but i will do my best to roleplay.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I searched for a strict role-play server and this was the top option.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthe...on/#entry723461 http://www.lordofthe...on/#entry723459
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yes
Have you read the Orcish 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: When you act as a fictional character in a made up world.
Meta-gaming: Using information found outside of the game to increase the enjoyment of play
Power-emoting: When you say something that can not be stopped e.g jim stabbed bob. You could say jim thrusted his sword at bob instead to give your friend a chance.
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Ariad du charn
Current Age: 21
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Ariad and his family were proud members of the ugluk clan. But on Ariad's 9th birthday he and his family were attacked and kidnapped by elvish bandits. His father attempted to save them by fighting back but was decapitated by one of the bandits. Ariad, enraged by this, attacked the bandit who killed his farther, wrestled the axe of of him, and hacked his arm off. Ariad knew he couldn't fight against 4 more bandits however so he ran off into the desert swearing for revenge of his fathers death and that one day, he would find his mother.
Ambitions for the Future: Ariad wishes to become a well know warrior and help people the way he wishes someone would have helped him 12 years ago.
Personality: He is shy but likes company. He doesn't like elves however as it was them who killed his father.
Skills: He is an expert with an axe and is decent with a bow but it useless with a sword
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): http://minecraft.nov...gallery/tag/orc (bad orc)
Any other details you wish to share about your character:
[b]1. You are roaming the mighty capital of the War Nation Of Uruks, as you near the Arena you spot an Orc, wearing what seems to be human garbs as he looks at you he smiles and say out loud in common not in blah “Come friend let me teach you of civilization and break your mind from this orcish savagery!”, how do you react?[/b] I remind him that not all orcs are savages despite our love to fight but happily go with him so not as to appear rude.
[b]2. As you are watching an Arena fight between two Orcs, the Goj of Krug walks towards the Arena, and shouts “Mi brudderz da Feztivel ob Krug iz coummeh! We needz zacrifizez tu zummun da Zpirit ob Krug un diz uzg, go gadder da Warbandz nd raid da landz nd bring mi buck zacrifizez, twiggy nd pinky dat we kan zlauhater upun da alter ob Krug nuw go mi Brudderz!” How do you react to this?[/b] I wonder why we must raid the kingdom as Ariad Prefers not to attack unless it is for reason that will help everyone but goes along with it anyway as if he goes against this he may end up being sacrificed as well.
As you are travelling in the barren Orcish deserts you come across a quiet oasis. Beside it sits a small tent where a young orc is preparing a meal of roasted halfling. He calls you over, offering you to join in with his meal. What does your character do?[/b] I sit with him but don't eat as the halfling probably did nothing wrong. Whilst the boy eats i tell him tales of adventure i have experianced throughout the 12 years since "the incident" but i don't tell him of the murder of my father as that's a painful and personal memory.
I would love for you to accept this application and am looking forward to join the server. Thank you for reading this
CC.
[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b] Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
[b]Minecraft Account Name:[/b] WhiteRa1n
[b]How old are you?[/b]: 16, 17 in May
[b]Time-Zone:[/b] Alberta is GMT/UTC - 6h during Daylight Saving Time ( mountain time)
[b]Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?:[/b] Of course.
[b]What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:[/b] WoW, Runescape, Warcraft The Frozon Throne (only the RP strands of the game) – I RP a lot, its quite fun in my perspective
[b]How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:[/b] from JoeqMafia (a friend)
[b]Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:[/b] N/A
[b]Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum?[/b] 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?: yep, and I will
[b]Definitions[/b] In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
[b]Role-playing:[/b] the act of taking a role of something/someone in which you’re usually unfamiliar with and acting out it. It also encompasses changing someone’s behavior to assume a role. (improv, Drama, Larping)
[b]Meta-gaming:[/b] when someone’s talking in OOC and tell there cords, but even though it’s OOC you still go the position when you’re in game character in unaware of it.
[b]Power-emoting: [/b]power gaming, so for instance I’m fighting with someone and before I get a chance to do anything they say *cutting off your head* so it’s sort of impossible for you to win.
[b]In-Character Information:[/b] Complete the following biography on your character:
[b]Full Name:[/b] Craig Storm Mathtism
[b]Current Age:[/b] 34
[b]Sub-race (if any):[/b] Halfing
[b]Past / History[/b] (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Craig Storm Mathtism lived a very sheltered life. School was dull to him, even though he excelled through everything he did, his parents thought that he lacked the motivation to accomplish anything. Craig tended to keep to himself, however enjoyed torturing others spontaneously, even though he was sinister, he never showed his sadistic mind in public, he would only dream up scenarios of evil, never follow through. Occasionally others could see through his façade, due to this the children he grew up with believed that he was born from a evil being, and was adopted by the parents Mulk and Gole Mathtism. Mulk and Gole were two very charitable couples and this helped others put up with Craig Mathtism. People say that if Mulk and Gole had not been such admirable Halfings Craig would not be alive today.
Grew up being infatuated with Rienanna Farenbrooke, every week once a night he Craig Strom Mathtism would sneak out trying to catch a glimpse of Rienanna, he knew her story and seemed to be attracted by her despair. However once she left for the Cloud Temple Craig seemed to have moved on but with her leave a part of him followed, Craig began to fall corrupt and his motives became more and more sinister with every passing day. Craig left his home at 13 and followed Rienanna Farenbrooke for he believed that her sight would cure his sinister thoughts. As he expected it did, yet he still did not have the courage to approach her, seeing Rienanna with Lorna crushed his sprit for she seemed happy. Craig Mathtism soon realized that he was attracted to despair, and that deep down his evil intentions were not by Rienanna ignoring him, but by his true dark soul. Craig Storm Mathtism is was known to be a corrupted child. Recently entering the age of 30 Craig seemed to have left behind his evil intention’s, many believe this however there is rumors that he has just gotten better at his guilty pleasure, Craig tends to cause havoc by practical pranks and occasionally moving others valuable items- yet never stealing them, despite his father’s dwarfren greed his intentions are not designed to make himself better off. His soul purpose for stealing is entertainment.
[b]Ambitions for the Future:[/b]
Craig Storm Mathtism ambitions are clouded for his soul goal is to rebel. Craig does seem to follow a few guidelines: Mischief over Confrontation; never take the mud path, for footprints can be traced; never truly trust anything. He loves what the “The Black Hand” stand for, and intends to join them some day.
Personality:[/b] mean to the evil, yet nice to the pure, twofaced, ill-tempered, witty, manipulative, logical, smart, unmotivated, backwards.
[b]Skills: [/b]is great at identifying allegorical things in life, manipulative, smart, theft, daggers, very fast, can climb
Appearance http://screencast.com/t/E8yYJVxam
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b]
he seems normal, but thinks sinster.
[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: Craig Storm Mathtism follows the hooded man and notices that he is having trouble clarifying the best route to the palace, Craig begins to yell at the guards in the window and notifies them that a hooded man, in the opposite direction sending them on a wild goose chase and giving the hooded man access to the palace
[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 armor and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b]
Answer: Craig Storm Mathtism neutrally approaches the two bandits and leads them off into the Rocky’s convincing them that he needs aid in order to recover a chest of much more value than this old mans cottage, once fifty miles away Craig flees from his followers and gives the Old Man enough time to pack up and leave, Craig escapes due to his swiftness.
[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:
Mercent: you there, Halfling see anything that catchs your dwarf blood’s attention?
Craig: that *points to the shoes*
Mercent: 190 minas but for you, and sense we share a halfing nature- 150 minas
Craig: aye’ but lassy, you see you and I share the same livein’ and you and I both know they go for 100 minas (knows the price on them are 120 minas, however the mercent is looking to sell out and will take what he get)
Mercent: you drive a hard bargain there brother, but ey’ accept your terms.
I choose the boots because Craig tends to sprint more often then walk, and his feet is one of his most valuable possessions.
Minecraft Username: Tripstor/ Skylord_Garrett
Age: 13
Time Zone: U.S.A. EST
Did you read the rules: Yes I have read and understand the rules.
Do you have any roleplaying experience: I played on another Lord of the Rings server but left when the staff became abusive. I once played on this roleplay server dedicated to Percy Jackson and the same deal happened there.
Where did you hear about us: From planetminecraft but I also recall seeing a video showcasing the server but then forgot to check it out.
Did you read the lore: Yes I have read the Dwarven lore and agree to stay true to it and not to alter it in any way shape or form.
Define the following:
Roleplaying: This is when you jump into a made-up role and make choices the character would make.
Power Emoting: When you or someone else forces an action upon another player (E.G. Phil slices Dominic’s throat and takes his loot).
Meta Gaming: This is when you use information about a character you obtained OOC to your personal advantage.
In Character Information:
Full Name: Kilin Falkreath
Age: 18
Past: Well, my mum and dad worked as blacksmiths. As a boy I loved to play with the swords and hammers they crafted. One day while I was swinging a small dagger a man approached my pa, I didn’t know what to do. The man pulled out a knife and stabbed my father. My mother runs out screaming but the man grabs her and drags her into my house, locking the door behind him. I bash on the door hearing her screams carry on for roughly 30 minutes. I hide in a barrel outside of my house waiting for the man to walk out. I heard the door creak open and the hooded man stepped out, his dagger covered in blood. I clutch the dagger I was playing with and leap out of the barrel and stab the man in the chest. He pulls out the knife and throws me into a wall. As he approaches with a sword and dagger drawn I reach for a hammer my pa used for crafting armor and swing it over my head, hitting the man in the skull. He falls backwards his head hitting the ground with a thud. My heart was racing faster than a elven horse running from a orc, things started going blurry and then everything went black.
I wake up in a dark room with moss-covered walls. I glance around at my surroundings and spot a cage. I huddle in a corner and cry to myself until a man comes to take me out of the cell. He starts asking questions about my parents and who the man dead man was on my doorstep. I answered the questions as best I could. Then the man asked why he was at my house and I told him I had no clue. I couldn’t hold back the tears as they streamed down my face, filled with lost memories of my mother tucking me in and my father lifting me into the air smiling at me. The man lets me go and I started hunting criminals for a living.
Ambitions for the future: Kilin hopes to one day find out why his parents were murdered.
Personality: Kilin stays to himself most of the time, working alone as a young bounty hunter is difficult and can be frustrating when it comes to finding people so he is a very hardened young man.
Skills: Kilin is able to wield bows with great precision and skill. He is a skilled unarmed fighter and is decent with a sword. However he is best at crafting weapons and armor.
Open Response Questions:
1. I question the odds of me crossing the bridge safely and decide otherwise. I call down a team of dwarves to help create a small but stable bridge to the deposit to obtain the diamonds.
2. As I see the boy he reminds me of myself after my parents passed, the loneliness was barely manageable for myself. Then one of the men who has been watching him also starts approaching him with a weapon I swiftly walk over to him, “You have to come with me young man, there is no time to explain.” As I am walking out of the tavern one of the men lunges at me with his knife, I deflect the blow with my right gauntlet and punch him with the left. The man who had attacked me fell to the ground with half of his face looking deformed. I glance behind my shoulder and see his companion holding the boy who was crying with a knife on his neck.
“Put down that dagger…” I ask of the man with a worried look on my face
“Why should I? I could make good money by selling him to the Doomforged.” He replies, pushing the knife into the boy’s throat just enough to let blood trickle out.
“You leave me no choice…” I throw a rock at the man’s hand and pick up his fallen comrade’s knife. I toss it at the man, the knife goes into his eye and he falls to the floor crying. I pull out the knife and finish the job.
3. I think logically for a moment about what is going on, I am in a dark, underground cavern, mining completely alone, and there happens to be a dwarf holding ale and offering me some with a large grin on his face. I turn on my heel and sprint out of the mine with the minerals I had collected.
Out-Of-Character Information
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: killer7654
How old are you?: I am 14 years of age almost 15.
Time-Zone: Standard Eastern Time Zone
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: I have both read and agreed to the rules and promise to fallow them.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have been on many role playing servers, one example is A'therys.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: A long time ago I was watching potatoorgy play it on youtube, and have ever since been wanting to try it out.
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): I will do so imediatly after posting this.
Have you read the Dwarven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: I have read the dwarven lore, and will make use of it.
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: When one changes themself to fit in someone elses or something elses shoes.
Meta-gaming: To use the information that you have OOC and to use it IC
Power-emoting: To Role Play in a way that involves another being, and not letting that being have a chance to respond of confirm anythng.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Roglin Egleraster
Current Age: (19-Human years) (76-Dwarven years)
Sub-race (if any): N/a
Clan (if any): N/a
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):[/b]
Roglin was born inside a dark cavern deep underground, his parents were mining together hoping to sell what they could dig up. Roglins mom was pregnant with him at the time, and he was almost due. Roglins father turned around for only a split second when he hears a scream, his wife is cornered by a Endermen, and the shock makes her water break. His father kills the ender but not before the Endermen kills his wife, but luckily the baby was already born and on the ground crying, not knowing what to do Roglins father runs off in shock and disbelief, for what would seems like enterity but was just a few hours the baby stayed down there untill a dwarf by the name of Gronder walked by only to notice blood on the floor and a faint cry, he turns the corner to find a dead dwarf and a small baby with blue eyes and red hair on the ground, he dicides to take the baby knowing that it isnt a good place for it to be any longer. For three years he puts up sighns waiting for the parents or any type of family to come by and pick him up untill Gronder dicides that the parents will not come back and that he needs to take care of little Roglin him self.
Gronder was a skilled blacksmith and an even better miner, as soon as Roglin was strong enough to hold a bar of iron and a pickaxe Gronder started training him. Roglin trained and trained and trained untill he was considered an even more skilled dwarf than Gronder, Roglin may have been very talented dwarf but he was never interested in the art of smithing and mining, his mind was set on noblity and the art of good grammer, and manners. Unlike most dwarves he loved reading and he loved the adventures that he could put himself into with the simple turn of a page Gronder new of this and supported Roglin of his decisions. Gronder and Roglin loves each other more than anything in the world. But a bit of knowledge was kept form Roglin, that Gronder was not his parent and that Roglins family never actually showed up to claim him, so when Roglin finally turned 18 Gronder told him everything. Roglin was outraged but still understood why this was kept from him. He knew that if Gronder had told him this information before that he would have left. But shadowed by rage Roglin makes a drastick move and leaves in the midst of night without saying good by, without leaving a note, without a second thought, and dicides to never look back.
Ambitions for the Future: Roglin want to prove that he is a better dwarf than his father was, and seeks to become a great dwarven clan leader, while also also raising a family himself.
Personality: Roglin is very hardy in the mind and stuburn, but is kind at heart, and is easliy tempted by bad decisions.
Skills: Roglin is a skilled miner and blacksmith, but would rather be a dwarf of great knowledge and to be proper.
Any other details you wish to share about your character: He is easily distracted but not detered easily.
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 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?
Answer:My character would look around seeing if there are any other threats around. After confirming it he moves slowly along the ridge, while throwing rocks at the ground infront of him making sure that it is stable. Once he gets to the diamonds he relizes that they are to presious to mine with the risk of them falling down, so he makes a makeshift platform for them to fall on. After collecting all of them he runs home to share the juels with his kin.
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 scoot myself over to the young dwarf hoping that it would deter the shady dwarves, once I notice that it has not worked I wisper into the young dwarfs ear "Eh there be two lads comin over here one with a knife" The young dwarf replies " I have noticed but I am to scared to move" Knowing that there is nothing to say to make the young dwarf move, my instinks tell me to confront the shady lookin dwarves. I walk up to the one with the knife making sure that I leave enough space between him and me, I ask him "Eh laddy dont be making and bad decisions that that there knife of yours. Looking around nervously he replies " It is my buisness and my buisness only so get out of the way. He walks past me but I get infront of him again, this time I say if you dont stop I will make you, looking even more nervious than last time his face gets red and I notice that there are some wondering eyes around the bar. Some of them say, " Go home or we will make ya" Scared of what might come the two shady dwarves dash out of the bar. Feeling accomplished I turn around to talk to the young dwarf but he is already gone.
[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?
Answer:Not on a mission of any sort I greet the bar-owner and ask him for the stronget of what hes got he replies " Strongest of what I got all of it will make ya fall over in an instant" Liking the atitude of the bar owner I tell him to give me what he thinks is the best. After a small wait he comes out with a big pint of bubaly goodness, and he says "Its on the house" I chug the drink down and while in my beligerence I order an other, and then another, until I didnt know which way was up. Barely being able to speak I ask the bar-owner if he had a place for a drunk dwarf to stay, He replies "There be a bench around the corner" I thank him for his kindness and stumble out of the bar and over to the bench and quickly fall asleep.
BlackAce111/ Roq Loni Dwarf Application
[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b]
Minecraft Account Name:BlackAce111
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone: Central
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Aurora Craft and several other servers
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: MinecraftServers.net
Have you read the Dwarven 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: To take on the image, personality, and traits of a made up character.
Meta-gaming: It is the use of info not learned in game/in character to your advantage IE: using anything to your advantage learned in ooc chat;
Power-emoting: Forcing someone to do something giving them no consent In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Rok Loni
Current Age: 50
Sub-Race: Mountain Dwarf
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):[/b] Roq was born to a small, nomadic family of two. They were constantly looking for ways to make money but were always poor. Roq saw how much trouble his parents went through to provide for the family and vowed to become a great merchant and eventually provide for his parents. They settled down for a while in a small village; At the time Roq was 20 and his parents gave up the few things they had to send him to a good school. He stayed their for 20 years and became very learned. However, at the age of 43, 3 years after he graduated, his parents died to a fire.
After searching for two years for a job that fit him well, he found an apprenticeship under a well know engineer. After 5 years, of hard work for the engineer, he began to lust for more money, that he might live a life of luxury. He lived another 5 unsteady years with the engineer, learning the arts of his trade. Then one night he just upped and left without a single word. He went out into the world with his meager belongings, and followed his young born dream of becoming the wealthiest merchant in all the lands. And this is where his story pick up today.
Ambitions for the Future: To become the wealthiest merchant in all the lands.
Personality:Not quick to fight but will if necessary, Know-it-all, Stands up for those who can’t, Loves meat and dark ale, Honest, Trustworthy, Hardworking, Inteligent, Polite
Skills: Decent at constructing things; Good at persuading people to buy things
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/1119686/123-dwarf-with-axe/
[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 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: You think to yourself seeing them,” If I am ever going to become rich... then I will have to take risks...” You decide that this is one challenge you will take. You carefully walk along the edge of the ravine and reach the bridge without much effort. You shrug off your bag and take out some rocks that you were going to sell. In total, they weighed about the same as you do. You toss them all onto the center of the bridge and wait for a reaction... Although the bridge once looked unstable, you now realize that it is strong enough to hold your body weight. You throw some more rocks at the others, and knock them all off making sure there is no extra weight. You place all of your extra gear except your pick on the ground and begin to cross the bridge. You get to the deposit and mine as many as you can and head back to the bridge. You toss the bag of diamonds across and head back across the bridge to your gear. You grab it all and think to yourself that the diamonds will be a good start to becoming a merchant. Right as you leave you see a glint of metal and the glint of two cold eyes. You pay no heed, but instead head up to your favorite tavern.
[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:You here crying and turn to your right. Sitting there is a small dwarf with a wooden hammer. You take a swig of your dark ale and put your hand on his head. He swings around quickly, his face full of fear. He closes his eyes and begins to hit you with his small toy hammer, but to no effect. You grab his hand lightly and stop him. You then smile and say to him,” Peace laddy, peace. I don’t mean ya no harm.” The boy opens his eyes and takes a once over of you, “Your not one of them...” You reply,” One of who mate?” He answers looking around,” The merchants.. I... I stole this un toy from them.” He spots them walking over and points saying,” Them uns over thar.” You look around and reply,” Them? Ah well let me take care of this lad. Just stay right her’.” You walk over to the two approaching men holding the hammer in your hand. You ask if it is theirs and they reply yes. Then you tell them you will give them a diamond you recently mined if they will leave the child alone and another for the hammer. They agree and you head back to the boy and give him the hammer. You give him a stern talk about how bad stealing is and send him on his way. After another hour of light drinking, you head out with your pack two diamonds and some coins less heavy. Out of the corner of your eyes you see a man with stone white eyes get up and follow you out.
[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: After leaving the tavern, you walk in a round about fashion, watching the man, in the corner of your eyes. He seems to be following you and you turn around eventually to confront him. “How may I help you sir?” you inquire. He replies holding out a pint of light ale,” I saw what you did for that child back ther’ and I was wishin to give ya a bit ofs a reward of such.” He nods to the ale. As he does so you see a glint of metal on his back and a memory of your time in the mines flashes to your head. You wonder if maybe this man is after your diamonds?! You pretend to ponder his offer for a few moments and then take the drink. You pretend to drink some but instead drop a small pebble into the drink and watch it. It dissolves quickly showing how toxic the drink is. You toss the drink away and pull out a dagger. He looks flabbergasted and stammers,” But how... that should ‘ave killed ya!” You respond calmly,” I know it was poisoned so I didn’t drink it. Now I suggest you go on your way or I may have to use this thing.” He runs off as you think to yourself,” I don’t like light ale anyways.” He walk home alert the whole time, but get home with no further incidents. You go to sleep after a long day, several diamonds richer and that much closer to becoming the greatest merchant of them all.
Note: I was asked my a GM to re-apply to the server if I wish to be un-banned. He said I must be accepted to be un-banned.
Out-Of-Character Information
Main Account Name: Pinsir99
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone: EST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Manly I played on this server for a few months.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Minecarft Forum
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/84125-denieddark-elf-pinsir99s-application/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? : Yes I have
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 the LotC lore extensively.
Definitions
Role-playing: When you basically put on the shoes of your character and take on their personality and live the life of that character, without using outside information not obtained by your character.
Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is when you take information not learned or told in RP and use it for your benefit or use it at all in RP. Also if you were in a dispute with someone outside RP you should not bring that fight inside RP.
Power-emoting: Power-emoting (Also know as power'gaming) Is when your character uses or does something that they can not do or abuses the emote system to do something that they cannot do or before someone can react to your first statement or emote.
In-Character Information:
Full Name: Vierna Maerron
Current Age: 19
Race: Elf
Sub-race (if any): Dark Elf
History:
Ever since she was a child she was raised by two loving parents. Her father always wanted a son so when she was old enough to hold a bow he started to teach her to live off the land. For years she would go hunting with her father and her life was a hard but simple life, she enjoyed being around nature most of her life. But then it all changed. After a night of hunting with her father they were attacked. Vierna never had a chance to see the attacker, but she knew that the scream coming from her right was from the death of her father. She ran, like she had never ran before, l knowing that she was the only hope of providing for her mother. She rushed inside the house expecting to see her mother cooking dinner or tanning leather from the the night before's kill, but she was not there. After scrambling over everything in her house try to find her, she found her body. Dead. Her mother and father both dead. She could not believe it. Everything she had known is gone. She quickly went to grab her father's quarterstaff, which she had become proficient in her short life, from under her father bed, she then quickly scrambled over to her desk, knowing the bandits might not be far behind, she looked quickly to see if any of her fathers books or scrolls had survived the ransacking of her house. All gone but his journal, she quickly grabbed it, grabbed a handful of dried venison and ran out the door, looking for the road her father always told her to stay away from.
She saw a lantern swinging next tot an ox drawn cart. She was not sure that unexpected visitors would be welcome on the dwarvern trading caravan, so she quickly snuck on top of the main wagon and after hours of waiting, finally fell asleep. She was wakened suddenly when she heard a gruff voice speak broken elven, she was barely able to regain her senses when she was tossed to the ground with large metal boot keeping her down. Her limited studies hindered her ability to understand them, but she was able to get a general idea of what they were saying. They thought she was a thief. She tried to explain to them her predicament but they would not listen. After spending a night in what she though was a jail, the was tossed out of what looked like a city, at least what she thought one looked like. She stared mystified by the great city. But she knew she had to go, or risk further confrontation. She started off the other way looking in her pack. They were respectful enough to leave her bow, quarterstaff, and a note. It read "From a friend of the elves", below it there was enough food to last her a trip to the elven city. She started off knowing this luck will not last. She was not hindered by the death of her family, but she wondered if the god her father believed in existed, and if it did, why would it let something like this happen? But she continued, knowing her father would want something better for her. She trudged through rain, snow, and lightning, with the memory of her parents driving her on, never giving up...
Ambitions for the Future: She hopes to understand what her father believed in, but continues to live off the land on her trip to her kin's city, slowly reading through her fathers journal, thinking it might be something more.
Personality:She trusts people to heavily, but is resilient and trustworthy herself. Living in seclusion has caused her to be very naive and clueless, she is not the brightest elf.
Skills:She is proficient with the bow and a novice with the quarterstaff, she is good at Cooking but never liked the idea of farming.
Appearance: Tall for a dark elf with long white/silver hair. Her eyes are like purple lavender orbs, an inner fire can be seen when looking at her. She likes to wear looser fitting clothes so she doesn't burden herself when trying to catch prey.
Open-Response-Questions
1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of High Elves are mocking a small Wood Elf child. How do you react?
Answer: Vierna slowly approaches from behind a tree, she silently observes the mocking, not truly understanding what is going on. After figuring out that the small elf does not like the way the other elves are treating her, Vierna moves in next to the child, after putting her arm around the child's shoulder Vierna says with authority, "Are you bothering this child?", At first the other elves laugh thinking that such a young elf could do anything to stop them. Realizing this, Vierna walks off again back into the tree line. After another minute of observing, she knocks an arrow and takes aim at the tree directly behind the tallest elf. She looses the arrow and it lands right behind the elf. After seeing the shocked expression of the elves and after seeing one of the closest elves sprint off, she knows that her work is done and that the child will be safe, she strides off back into the forest.
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: After watching for a while, she realizes that the man will not get back up alone, she quickly and quietly moves to collect the coins, and places them back into the pouch, after propping the man up next to a tree, gives him a bit of water and leaves a small bit of her food next to him, knowing that she still needs food to finish her journey knowing that she can not do much more for the old man, she continues off into the shadows of the tress.
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?
Answer: As she walks up the the cart, she tries to stand taller, but clumsily trips on a root of a nearby tree, making a fool of herself. After walking up the the now laughing trader, she asks what it will cost for enough food to last a few days. Knowing that the elf seems desperate, he starts off at a very high price of 20 minas. knowing she cannot afford that, she tries to lower the price to 9 minas, she begs desperately, the trader responds by raising it to 25 minas or she will have to go hungry. She takes out her bow and knowing that she is likely to catch more that she could buy, strides off into the forest, hoping for the game to be abundant at this type of year, knowing that the winter snow will drive many away.
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Out-Of-Character Information
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: TheCoolOneMC
How old are you?:14, soon turning 15.
Time-Zone: 1+, Norwegian
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I agree and understand all the rules.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I am currently playing on several RP servers.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:From the "more player model mod" forum page at Minecraft forum.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: To many, this is just a few of them http://www.lordofthe...on/#entry601986 http://www.lordofthe...f-thecoolonemc/ http://www.lordofthe...mc/#entry704319 http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/81898-elf-thecoolonemc/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yep
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: I swear in the name of father Malin that I will.
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Roleplaying is that you act as you were the character. If you want to say something that hasn't with roleplaying to do, please use the OOC chat.
Meta-gaming: Meta gaming is when you take information that you have gotten from the outside of the game, and uses it in game while your character were not supposed to know it. Example: If you tell me that it is a secret room in a castle that my character shouldn't know about, and I uses that information to my advantage. Then i would have done Meta-Gaming
Power-emoting:Power Emoting is a act who "forces" someone else to do something, or don't give the a change to react back. Example 1: -Jon Swiped his sword at Peter, Peter died of heart attack when seeing the sword. Example 2: Jon Swiped his sword at Peter, Peter got struck in the hear and died.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Ryosuke Chaosbreath,or Ryo for short. (From a online name generator.)
Current Age: 56, but soon turning 57
Sub-race (if any): Dark Elf
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
My mom and dad were both born in Haelun'or. The life where hard for Dark elf's there, so they decided to move to Normandor. In Normandor they got Three childs. A girl, A boy and then me! I don't know much about before i got born, but here is my life at-least!
I were born in a family consisting of me, my mother and father,my sister and my brother. We lived all happily in Normandor until my my father decided that we had to move to Haelun'or because of my sick grandma, this were when I were around three years old. So my father bough us into Haelun'or where my grandma where. Haelun'or were awful for us Dark elf's, we had to live at the worst place in the city! As a kid I got bullied for being a Dark Elf, I always though that the real reason they bullied me were because of jealousy of my fathers money.
My father often tried to buy me friends, I though this was ridiculous and always declined. He also tried to make me a real man in hope of geting me friends, he gave me a sword, a bow and some arrows. It didn't work, even after six years of training. I got good at it, but the elves didn't care if i were more man than the king himself. I locked myself in my room crying myself to sleep, until i saw a book on the floor. I didn't have anything better to do, so I began reading. It were a book about Malin, I though the stories were so interesting that i stopped caring about the mocking. I found something I though were greater then friends at that time, wisdom! I used most of my time studying folk lore instead of trying to get friends after that, this led to me being one of the smartest kid's around that part of the town.
I always found great things to read in my fathers bookshelf, it were kind of the only thing I could do without getting mocked by high elves. The only thing that made me stay in that horrible place were one thing, my grandma. I loved grandma over everything, if she only lived a bit longer... The clothes I'm using now, were the reason she died... I wanted this at my birthday, she were going to stay at a rest home, but went out to buy this for me. She died of a heart attack right after she bough it for me, if she only were at the rest home, then they could have saved her. I always blamed myself for her death.
I left the city after grandma died. I tough about what to do with my life? After a lot of thinking I found out that I would see the world! So here I am, going out to see the world for real, and not only from a book.
Ambitions for the Future: To find friends or even someone to love. See the world and find my destiny
Personality:He is actually a funny guy even though Ryou may seem kind of boring, kind of strange that he didnt have any friends. Strong mental, weak physic. Can handle a sword well even though he's week.
Skills: Sword,Maths,Lore and over average at bow.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Attached
Any other details you wish to share about your character: Attached photo. The Clothes is the one his grandma got him before she died. He has blue hair, something who is quite rare for dark elf's. Green eyes, Normal sized elf ears.
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 High Elves are mocking a small Wood Elf child. How do you react?
Answer:
I walked up to them and asked carefully what they are doing? The first elf walked up to me and said, "Nothing you need to care about, you filthy Dark elf!". The elves were still just a kid, so I got surprised and asked, "What did you just call me?". The Elf answered in a rough voice and said "Can't you see, we are busy". A second elf who looked like he were more of a sidekick replied and said, "Yeah just go away you stupid Dark Elf!". I looked up at the little wood elf and asked why they were bothering him. He wouldn't answer, just looked at me with some afraid eyes. The fist High elf looked at him with scary looking eyes and said "He owes us money". The little wood elf stood up and said, "No that's not true". The second High elf punched the wood elf and said, "Be quiet when he's talking to you". I started screaming, "Stop! Don't you see that he is hurt". The first elf begun to laugh and said, "And what will yo u do about it?". I made begged the elf about letting him go, he replied me and said; "Then pay us!". "How much..." I asked. The elf said 200, something that were almost all my money. I handed over a small pouch to the elf, hoping that he would leave. The little wood elf shouted out, "No! Don't do it". The second elf kicked the little elf and told him to shout up. The first elf laughed and said, "You are so stupid, do you really think we will stop!". The elves ran away with the pouch laughing and screaming, "You are so stupid!". I waited went down to the little elf laying on the round after being kicked and said, "You are alright now". The elf were crying small tears who he were trying to hide. I asked him, "What is it boy?". He replied with a small voice who I could barely hear, "They took your money, and its my fault". I laughed a bit and said, "Don't worry, I didn't give them a single coin". The elf looked at me surprised and said, "What, but how?". "I gave them some rocks I found". the elf looked more and more puzzled on me and asked, "Why did you carry rocks with you?". I told him that I used that it were something I learned from being bullied my whole life. He asked me, "Really, did you get bullied to?". I answered and said, "Yes, but you have to do what I didn't try, get friends...". He looked puzzled again and asked, "How did you know that I didn't have any friends". I told him about how bullies goes after the weak one who hasn't any friends, and if he gets friends then the problems might be solved. We talked for many hours until it became night. I told him that I had to go for now and that we maybe would see each other again one day.
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 walked up to the man cheeking if hes okay, "Look like he fainted, I need to find a place for him to rest". I'm lifting up the man so I can carry him to a place for him to rest, the man is lighter then expected. I gazed up a small hill where I can see a house ,"Oh, a house!". There is smoke coming out of the chimney so there was properly someone there. I followed a small road up the hill while carrying the man with all my powers. Some people would say it were easy, but not for me! I managed to get up after a while. I knocked on the door while screaming, "Is someone home?". The door opened, there was a old lady standing in the door. She said, "Hello there, can I help you?". I showed her the man and said, "Can you please help him, he fainted at the road and needs help". She replied by saying, "oh dear, come in and i shall see what I can do". I carried the man inside and laid him down on a bed. The woman asked me if i knew him or if I were just passing bye. I replied and said, "No, I just happen to be there". "Well I can help him for now. please rest you look tired after carrying him up here. What she said were true, I were indeed tired. So I laid down to rest for bit, while she took care of the man. The man was better after a time, he were soon ready to go. He went up to the lady and said, "I have to thank you, who knows what would happened to me if you weren't there". The lady smiled and said, "No it is he you should thank, he were the one finding you". The man waled up to me an said with a nice and cam voice, "Thank you my friend, I owe you a great favor". I smiled back and said, "Its nothing, just trying to do the best". The man got up and said, "Well I think I have to go now, see you soon". I walked up to the man and requested to help him. He accepted gladly, so we went down to were he fainted. I saw some money laying on the ground, I picked them up and asked, "Are these yours?" He smiled and said, "Yes, seems like I lost them while I fell". I handed the man the money and asked if he could manage himself from here, he said yes and were on his way to wherever he were supposed to go. I waved my hand and left while I screamed, "goodbye!". He replied and screamed back, "See you later!"
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 walked up to the merchant and asked him, "So what do you have". The trader answered with a big grin and said, "What is it that I don't have!". I smiled back and asked him if he had potions. He pointed at a small bow and said, "Yes indeed! Just look at that price". I looked through carriage in hopes of finding something he doesn't sell, I couldn't find any weapons so I asked "What about weapons?". He laughed and said: "Why shouldn't I!". He took out a large box who had many weapons in it and laughed some more. I took a new loom to make sure that i were right this time, "Well I cant seem to find any dye either". "Take a look at this", the trader took out a bag full of many colorful dyes. the trader couldn't stop laughing at me and said "Do you believe me now, its nothing you can't find my shop!". I started to believe him, there was nothing I couldn't find; So i decided to buy something. I saw through the carriage to see if I could find a good book, there were specially one I though were interesting. The book were a book about the great Malin and hes adventures, I remember reading it as a child. I asked him for the price, he said " I think that goes for 50!". The high prize surprised me so I decided to see if I could haggle it down, "I don't see any reason to pay more then 35 for this old book". He responded the same way and said, "What about 40". I still though it were to high so I continued, "37, I don't see any reasons for you to not sell it for that prize". He took the price down to 39 in hopes of me accepting. I told him that 38 would be good enough for me and he agreed. He smiled and said, "So then we agree?". I replied and said "Yes, that's fine for me". I said goodbye, payed for the book and left. Only to see him again next day to repeat the same thing again.
[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: riengo
How old are you?: 16.
Time-Zone: EST.
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Indubitably.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: 3 MC servers, Ruined World, Shrines of the Ancients, and Year 2065. As well as extensive text only RP.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Found it myself.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: This page
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Done so.
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: To take on the life of a character and live out their actions as they would. Not sure how to give an example for this, but... Bob joins a server, a regular guy. He applies, however, as a noble and grand knight, even though he doesn't act that way in real life. On the server, he always acts as this knight, helping those in need, et cetera.
Meta-gaming: To take knowledge from out of character, and then use it in character (usually to your benefit). For instance, you are walking in the woods, and suddenly a bandit appears. He demands you to give up your money. You are in a skype call, however, with friends, and you tell them to come to where you are. Your friends metagame, by randomly heading straight to the forest, even though they'd never do that in character, to save you. It ruins good RP, and breaks the immersion completely.
Power-emoting: Roleplaying without giving the other person a chance to respond, like instantly decapitating someone. In more detail, Bob, once a great knight, has fallen and become evil. Someone in the streets has a funny face, so Bob decides to kill him. He walks up to him, not even saying "Hi!", and goes: *Bob takes his sword and cuts the man's throat*
[b]In-Character Information:[/b] Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Sebastian Zachary Theodore
Current Age: 21.
Sub-race (if any): Nope.
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Sebastian was born to a baker, who was the son of a baker who was the son of a baker. Naturally, he was expected to carry on the tradition. Actually, growing up he was extremely excited. After all, who wouldn't want to be surrounded by sweets and delicious food all day? However, he soon learned that you didn't really get to eat any of the food, and had to do boring stuff like haggle with customers. So, for a while, he lost interest. As a child, he was very well-mannered, which made him lots of friends... With girls. He tended to be shunned by the guys for his non-confrontational nature, though he learned to hide it by his teen years.
Speaking of his teen years, this was when Sebastian's father began to crack down on him. He forced Sebastian into the role of a baker as fast as he could. Life was rather boring up until this point, they being simple folk who only knew the general gist of the law. Sebastian never had an extensive education, he was exclusively trained to be a baker. Of course, he resented it at first, but he actually found that he enjoyed baking quite a bit. However, it was just baking.
You see, though Sebastian enjoyed the act of baking, he hated the business side of things. There were so many laws and regulations and restrictions and loopholes that he sometimes got dizzy just thinking about them. Half the time he didn't want to get up in the morning because he knew he'd be working the counter that day. Of course, it's not always that bad, most customers are the poor simply buying bread. Yet with the richer customers came more complications.
He had to make sure he didn't "pressure" or "coerce" them into a deal, give them a fair prince, and make sure they pay the full price up front, because with only paying part of the price brings a WHOLE new dimension to selling. And don't even get him started onto selling his baked goods to the slaves whose masters send them to buy things...
Finally, in his recent years, Sebastian has decided that he likes being a baker so much, and not dealing with people so much, that he's decided to be the best and he has set off for the Vale, where he heard Halflings had new, delicious, and interesting baking techniques that could make him better. And more secluded. Any money he finds each month he still sends back to his father, though he did leave with his blessing. His father was proud of Sebastian's advancement, and was happy of him trying to better himself, but also has made Sebastian swear and oath to come home and take over the bakery in case anything happens to him.
Though Sebastian is still looking for permanent housing in the Vale, he is confident that if he looks long and hard enough, he'll find it. Of course, that optimism won't last for long, so recently he has increasing his searching for a house fervently.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] To become the greatest baker of all time, and to be world-famous.
Personality:[/b] Sebastian, as his name would suggest, is rather prissy by human standards. He does all he can to avoid conflict, which is why he fits in with Halflings a great deal. However, despite his avoiding conflict, his close friends know he has a lovable, but slightly dark sense of humor. The main thing separating him from his neighbors is his delusion that he will become the greatest cook in the lands. He really does enjoy baking all the item, he usually simply bakes to forget his troubles. Like his neighbors, he loves a good story, but when he tells them he often can go a bit far, even inserting himself into the stories.
Skills:[/b] He is an excellent baker, and not half bad with a frying pan when in a fight. Of course, that never happens.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] Sebastian is a rather average-looking man, 6 foot 1 inches, not skinny, but also not quite fat yet. He has long black hair, which he tends to keep under his white hat, yet some still wildly creeps out and goes to mid-back. He wears a long-sleeved wooly light brown shirt, with a leather vest over it. He tucks the shirt in with a simple black belt. He wears pants the same shade of brown as his shirt, and wears leather boots.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] Greatness comes from the strangest places...
[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: Sebastian, terrified of this strange man, nearly falls over when he spots him. The city people sure are strange... Suddenly, Sebastian has an epiphany. What if he actually was going to do something wrong? I mean, he might be innocent and not doing anything, but... When he notices that the man is going towards the palace, but that there are guards nearby, he freezes up but soon makes up his mind. Not very confidently, but still. He lets out a slight stutter, "G-gaurds..." Yet the guards haven't noticed him yet. Then, "Guards! There's a guy in a cloak!" Most of the guards laugh at this strange man, but one of them notices the figure, and runs after him.
[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: Sebastian heard the bandits from quite a way off. "Alright old man, we need a... Place to stay, see?" The old man shook his head and looked down. The second bandit cried out, "Do you know WHY we're hidin' in this forest oldie? You don't even want to know the things we've done to be out here! So I'd KINDLY suggest you move outta the way before," The bandit drew a second sword, "Someone gets hurt!" Sebastian felt even more disheartened at these words. The old man kept his wavering blade up, however. Then Sebastian, trembling, takes a few steps to the bandits. Suddenly, they turn around, spotting Sebastian. They burst out laughing when they see how much his blade is trembling, and his paltry leather armor. They take a few steps towards Sebastian, in their heavy gear... Suddenly, Sebastian throws the sword at one of their feet in surrender. Someone, in a one in a million chance, the bandit actually trips on it! The other is too dumbfounded by the... Well, dumbness of his compatriot. In a heartbeat Sebastian runs, grabbing the feeble old man's hand as he goes. He hears the screams of the bandits behind him as he keeps running away from the bandits...
[b]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).[/b]
Answer: Sebastian peruses the cooking goods that the small man has. He's a bit underwhelmed, to be perfectly honest. There weren't many cooking goods, besides a couple of basic pots and pans. One of them, a seemingly normal traveling cooking pot, caught his eye. It seemed to be lighter than the others, when he picked it up. The shopkeeper's face spread into a huge grin, as Balthazar examined it. "Aaaah, I see you have a discerning eye! That right there is a true beauty of cookware." Sebastian looked curiously at him, "What is it? It seems so light." The man replied, "A pot made of... The finest, purest... Mithril!"
".... What?" The man looked shocked, "You don't know what mithril is!? Why, the lightest, but strongest substance on this planet! That pot wouldn't smash if you hit it with your strongest sword!" Sebastian's eyes widened, "Really?" The man nodded sagely. "All for around 700 minas! Of course, you can negotiate as much as you want." Sebastian's mouth nearly dropped at that price-tag. He was about to exclaim that it was ridiculous, but... Well, he had just enough, and the pot was so light, and high-quality... He'll try to drive the price down a bit. "I'll take it, but for no more than 300 minas!" The merchant rubbed his hands together, "Come now, I have to make a living! 600 minas- Wait, I like you, and it's only a pot I suppose. 500 Minas. I'm sure you will enjoy the pot immensely!" Sebastian accepted this. After he had sold the pot to Sebastian, and Sebastian was walking away, he noticed that the merchant was packing up his stall... It wasn't until he dropped in on the road out of the city that Sebastian noticed the pot... Dented, on the ground. "GRRRAGH!"
[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: cheddercheez
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone: UTC (England)
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I haven't had much experience in role-play because I haven't found a good, strict role-play server.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I found this server when i searched strict role-play servers into google.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthe...on/#entry723459 http://www.lordofthe...on/#entry723461 http://www.lordofthe...c-cheddercheez/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yes
Have you read the Orcish 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: When you play a character you have created in a fictional land.
Meta-gaming: When you use out of game information/resources to affect decisions.
Power emoting: When you say something that can't be stopped. e.g Bob cut off Jim's head. Instead you could say Bob hacked at Jim's head to give Jim a chance to block it.
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Ariad Du Charn
Current Age: 19
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Ariad was a proud member of the ugluk clan. On his 14th birthday he went for a walk out of the Orcish capitol into the harsh deserts. After an hour of walking he came across a hole in the ground. it was about six meters deep and 9 meters across. Sitting at the bottom was a young orc who couldn't have been over the age of 6. When Ariad came to the edge of the pit he noticed the orc was crying. "What's wrong?" Ariad said in the calmest voice possible.
"They're coming" Replied the young orc
"What?" asked Ariad "Who's coming?" Ariad glanced around, Now worried. He turned back around just in time to see an arrow sprout from the child's neck. Ariad turned fists raised in the vague direction the arrow came from to see a tall man with flowing blonde hair dart over the dunes, far more elegantly than an orc could ever hope to. An Elf. Ariad dropped to his knees. If he had reacted just a little bit faster he could have saved the boy, Or at least gotten revenge. It was his fault.
Ariad kept thinking about this for 4 months. He eventually began to think he was useless. He began to have thoughts. Suicidal thoughts. And he very nearly hacked his own arm off with his axe ,Iron storm, but that was when he met marysia. She was the most beautiful orc Ariad had ever seen. Marysia and Ariad became great friends. Marysia taught Ariad the basics of archery in exchange for Ariad's knowledge of axe combat. It was the happiest he had ever been and eventually Marysia's 15th birthday arrived. She asked Ariad to go on a walk with her. Ariad agreed and asked where she wanted to go. She said she wished to go deep into the desert where they could be alone. Ariad agreed but the memories from 8 months ago came flashing back.
They were walking for 40 minutes when Marysia stopped. "what is it?" asked Ariad
"there's something i've wanted to tell you for a while now" began Marysia
"what?" Marysia began to lean in "How would you feel about being more than frie-" Marysia started when she dropped to the floor. Ariad couldn't look. He knew what happened. He had lost his best friend. No, She was more than that... She was his life. And Ariad wasn't going to let his life slip away in vain. He picked up Marysia's hunting bow pulled back the string, and released the arrow. He heard the thud of the arrow penetrating elvish flesh. 20 meters away the elf dropped to the floor. Ariad had finally gotten his revenge. And it felt good, No Great! He loved watching the life drain from the elf's eyes. He loved the sound of the arrow finding flesh. He loved to kill almost as much as he loved Marysia. Almost.
He realized she would have been disgusted by how he felt about killing. He wanted to kill but she wouldn't want him too. He wanted to please her as well. If she was with him at least. He decided he would kill when he had a reason and he wouldn't let his blood-lust get the better of him. For Marysia.
Ambitions for the Future: Ariad wishes to become an orcish warrior and help people who deserve the help. This will satisfy his love of death and he would be doing good deeds.
Personality: He is rather secretive, not wanting to be close to anyone but he longs for attention.
Skills: He is an expert with an axe and is decent with a bow. He is also good at building but is useless at mining and swordplay.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): http://minecraft.nov...gallery/tag/orc (bad orc)
Any other details you wish to share about your character: He dislikes elves as it was them who took Marysia away from him.
[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 infull. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.[/i]
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[b]1. You are roaming the mighty capital of the War Nation Of Uruks, as you near the Arena you spot an Orc, wearing what seems to be human garbs as he looks at you he smiles and say out loud in common not in blah “Come friend let me teach you of civilization and break your mind from this orcish savagery!”, how do you react?[/b]
Answer: I look around confused, wondering if he is talking to me as most people know of my "unfortunate" past and tend to leave me be. But this Orc looked different I approach him and after reminding him that not all Orcs are savages but happily go with him. He may be able to help me with my...pleasure...
[b]2. As you are watching an Arena fight between two Orcs, the Goj of Krug walks towards the Arena, and shouts “Mibrudderz da Feztivel ob Krug iz coummeh! We needz zacrifizez tu zummun da Zpirit ob Krug un diz uzg, go gadder daWarbandz nd raid da landz nd bring mi buck zacrifizez, twiggy nd pinky dat we kan zlauhater upun da alter ob Krug nuw go mi Brudderz!” How do you react to this?[/b]
Answer: I jump to my feet apon hearing the news, grab ironstorm and prepare to watch the sacrifice's be slaughtered upon the alter of Krug. I love the festival of krug as I get to witness death and don't have to kill anyone. The perfect way to not offend Marysia but see helpless creatures be slaughtered.
[b]3. As you are travelling in the barren Orcish deserts you come across a quiet oasis. Beside it sits a small tent wherea young orc is preparing a meal of roasted halfling. He calls you over, offering you to join in with his meal. What does your character do?[/b]
Answer: I sit with him and help him cook whilst discussing how he killed the Half-ling when it hits me. This orc and the orc from 5 years ago are almost identical. I ask if he has any brothers and he says he has a half-brother he doesn't see much. He also tells me of another sibling he never got to know as he was 2 when he died. I got up and ran. without saying a word i just ran. and kept running until i reached the capitol. I ran into my house and wept. But I wouldn't kill myself.Yet. I haven't helped anyone and i refuse to die without making a good change to the world.
I would love for you to accept this application and am looking forward to join the server. Thank you for reading this
CC.
[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: Kralek
How old are you?: 18
Time-Zone: Eastern time
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have read the rules
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Not much. My first real roleplay minecraft server. I have played rpg games and also did a little on SWTOR (star wars the old republic) forums.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I was looking for a good and real role playing minecraft server and finally found this one.
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): I will as soon as I am done on here
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes, I did. I read about human characteristics and the history from the oren empire through the phoenix revolution and separation of the kingdoms until the Holy Oren Empire. I have also read brief things about the other races and everything else.
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: An experience to live outside your real life in a fictional world and to live a character that you can create for yourself.
Meta-gaming: When you use outside knowledge to gain an advantage over a situation in role play where you would normally not know it as your roleplay character.
Power-emoting: The act of typing out your actions instead of actually doing them. Like such, "Kralek slaps the other player"
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Kralek Erodius
Current Age: 22
Sub-race (if any): Northerner
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Kralek, one day, woke to a new day in a large open forest during his 18th year. As he stood up he did not remember much of his past, except for some faces and some short childhood experiences. All he could remember, ironically, were his name, age, and race. He had a bump on his head and rumbling stomach from being famished for a few days. Whenever he tried to think of what happened before he fell unconscious he would get a headache.
His main priority was to survive now. For about a few weeks he wandered the forest, living off the land and finding shelter where he could.
Eventually he came upon a stone road and as he stood there watching the road an old man with a caravan and his wife and grandson approached him. He told him that he could live with them, then handing him a sword, and said if he protected them, after Kralek had told his story. For about 3 years Kralek traveled with this old man and his family from village to village selling his odds and ends. Along the way he fined his swordsmanship skills and learned some merchant tricks along the way from the old man. They became his only family he remembered.
Eventually, Kralek became anxious and bored as he was still young. Stories of vast kingdoms and rich cities filled his heart. The old man could tell he wanted to leave and allowed him to. After giving his saddened goodbyes and thank yous to his adopted family he left to journey on his own and seek his own fortunes.
After about a year of traveling, facing danger and doing jobs here and there to make his way by he finally came upon Arethor. He knew this was the life he was seeking along with his journeys. Kralek hurried ahead to the city to start his new life.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] To make something of himself, show his importance, and to lead men.
Personality:[/b] Charismatic when wants to be and very determined when his mind is set. Though he can be a little anxious and impatient when he forgets to remind himself. He is courageous when his heart is fighting for something it deems worthy and will help those in true need. He is also a little introverted when memories started to flood back in at some times and can be a little egotistical when in a playful mood.
Skills:[/b] Fined swordsmanship, but nothing perfect. Decent orator skills, but room for improvement. Some merchant skills and hunting and scavenging skills.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b]
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] Loves to learn about history and lead people. Also I might change my skin and working on getting it on here.
[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: As Kralek walks down the newly found city of Artethor, looking in awe, he spots a man stealthily walking about towards a magnificent building in dark robes. He had encountered such things along his journeys, bandits and criminals, sneakily walking around in the forest waiting for prey. Immediately he, almost like instinct, sprints after the figure. Just as he approaches the figure he yells for the guards as back up. The figure grabs for something, but Kralek tackles him to the ground and holds him down. The guards come over and seize the man, finding a knife and known to be an assassin. They thank Kralek, tell him he should be a guard and take the criminal away. Kralek Erodius then continues to explore the city.
[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: While walking down the road Kralek Erodius hears an old plea for help. He rushes to the scene, but cautiously. He notices an old man standing in front of an old cottage armed in a clearing. Around him are two bandits armed, demanding things from the old man. Kralek sneaks over to the bandits and starts yelling at the old man along with them. The two armed bandits turn to him in confusion. Whilst confused Kralek strikes one down and kills him. The other snaps out of the confusion by his downed comrade and attacks Kralek. Kralek parries the attack and they both exchange a few moves until the old man comes from behind the bandit and kills him. The old man thanks Kralek for the help and Kralek walks back along his path without wanting a reward.
[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: As Kralek walks down this new city, he spots a long line of stalls before him. Reminding him of the old man and his family that took him in walks along the line of stalls. He inspects them all and then finally comes before a colorful stall, a bit smaller than the others, but with just as many items. Kralek proceeds forward, but no one is nearby. As he inspects the general goods a short man with a huge smile jumps up from behind the stall and welcomes Kralek. He babbles on for a few minutes about his boutique of general goods. Kralek remembers that he will need some stuff to start him off in this new place, but tells the vendor that he only has what little amount brought him here, in hopes he will lower his prices. But the vendor remarks that the prices depend on how well you haggle. Kralek tries some tricks the old man he lived with taught him and barely makes a deal that is affordable. He walks away in half triumph as the vendor counts his newly earned money.
[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: luccadeas
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone: CST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I've played over 400 hours of Oblivion, 300 of Fallout 3, and I have played on numerous MMOs including LoTRo and WoW. I also have played on a few Minecraft RP servers such as Heroes of Galderon and Atherys Ascended. I'm also a member of MCME
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: A few friends told me about it
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:http://www.lordofthe...on/#entry663478
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above:( Alright, I will make sure to post it there.
Have you read the Dwarven 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 simply taking on the role of another person. This involves pretending you are a character and essentially living their life.
Meta-gaming: Meta Gaming is using information In Character that your character did not find out. For example, having OOC chat influence your character's decision
Power-emoting: Power Emoting is using an emote that over powers another character. Such as, *Ties you to a tries with mithril rope*
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Arnok Redbeard
Current Age: 6 seasons (42)
Sub-race (if any:(
Clan (if any:(
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long[/b]
Since Arnok was but a mere child,
he had been surrounded by his family’s proud tradition. His home always felt
warm, and anyone to enter was immediately greeted by the smell of spices and
ale. Aye, The Redbeard Family was brewers, the lot of them. Their pride and joy
was ale and The Brewery, The Brewery and ale. Their lives revolved around these
two simple joys. Not even the time nor weather would deter this passionate
obsession, for it would seem that time was not measured in days nor seasons in
The Redbeard Family. No, time was measured by batches of ale. Every batch meant
more money for the family. Every five batches, The Redbeard Family’s kin, (and
some friendly wanderers) would gather to the Family Hall, and have The Festival
of The Ale.
This was how life was lived for
Arnok, and eventually his father taught him the ways of The Brewery. He learned how to work it, and when a
batch of ale was fermented just right. After a few years of this, Arnok knew
the family recipe for ale as well as his own name. It was at this time, when
Arnok was a young lad of 4 Seasons that his father told him of the legend of
The Great Brewery, left in the ruins of Kal’Dwain. The Brewery had been a place
where new ales were being created, and Dwarves journeyed to learn the ways of
The Brew. However, after the Drake Attack, Kal’Dwain had been long abandoned.
The Brewery itself was in ruins; none of the equipment could be of any use.
However, it is said that one recipe was kept safe in The Brewery: the master
recipe, for a perfect batch of ale that hasn’t been tasted for years. Arnok was
immediately determined to find this recipe, and make his family proud. Within a
week he was armed with a set of armor, an axe, and a map leading to Kal’Dwain.
So began The Quest for The Perfect Brew.
Arnok grabbed hold of a sturdy
looking rock, and pulled himself over, nearly reaching the point where he could
cross over the mountain that surrounded Kal’Dwain. His journey had been a long
one, but so far uneventful. The only thing his axe had been put to use for was
slicing some of his salted beef and taking care of the taller grass that was in
his way. Arnok heaved himself once more; careful to make sure the rock he was
gripping was indeed sturdy. He was finally over the mountain, and could see the
ruins. According to his map, the building just in front of him led to The
Brewery. There was no building
however, the only thing left were stairs leading into the earth. Arnok climbed
down the other side, lit one of torches, and descended.
Much to his surprise, The Brewery
was not as large as he expected. It ran lengthwise about 40 Yards, and had a
width of 20 yards. It was only one room, though Arnok surmised that the other
rooms had been blocked by rubble or broken fermenting tanks. The room was
covered in cobwebs, and all sorts of brewing equipment lay scattered around the
room. At the end of the hall however, Arnok saw something that caught his eye.
A single book sat upon on a pedestal of stone; it’s leather cover seemingly
untouched by time. Arnok knew in his heart that this book was indeed The
Perfect Brew.
He walked cautiously toward the
pedestal torch in hand, making sure not to trip on the ruined equipment. He
climbed the stone stairs to the pedestal, and set his torch down. The book was
indeed untouched, save for a few cobwebs that had settled on it. Arnok blew the
dust off the cover, revealing the title: The
Perfect Brew. He had found it!
His face darkened however, when he
heard the telltale sound of a bowstring being pulled, and looked up to see an
arrow from the dark, flying towards him. Arnok attempted to dive away, but he
was too late and the arrow glanced his right eye, only a hair’s width away from
killing him. He gripped his axe and turned around, greeted by yet another bow
wielding Skeleton. He juked it, sending the arrow into the wall behind him, and
swung his axe into the Skeleton’s ribcage with all his might. The Skeleton took
the blow, crashing down to the floor in a pile of bones. Arnok heard another
arrow wiz by his right side-his blind side- and dove forward into a roll, then
came up with his axe, hitting the second skeleton right in the jaw. It wasn’t
dead yet though, and the skeleton pulled back it’s bowstring once more. But the
arrow never went more then a few feet, for Arnok’s axe cut right through the
skeleton’s arm. Arnok himself kicked down the skeleton, the fall killing it and
sending it’s bones scattering.
Arnok gently touched his eye to
gauge the damage. He was blinded, that was for sure, but other then that he was
unharmed. Arnok retrieved the book and reverently opened it: revealing not only
different brewing recipes, but different brewing mechanisms as well. His family
would be proud, and there would be a Festival of Ale to commemorate his
victory. After receiving his father’s blessing, he would go out into the world
and start his own tavern and brewery. Thus ends The Quest for The Perfect Brew.
Ambitions for the Future: Arnok wishes to start his own tavern, where he can sell his brew and earn a living. He may also look into alchemy, and see how it can improve his brew.
Personality: Arnok is proud of his work and his race, and is friendly to most everyone. He has a good sense of humour, and is generally very like able.
Skills: Arnok is a Brewer. He can make ale, but is not yet a master of his art. He can wield an axe decently. He has no experience with magic or alchemy, but is interested in alchemy.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin Arnok has red hair, bushy eyebrows, and a red braided beard.He also wears an eye patch. http://gyazo.com/ce1bcbacf7000355f940e3da913fb573
Any other details you wish to share about your character: None
[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 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: I glance over at the diamond ore, eyes hungry with greed for a moment. But after carefully inspecting the precarious rock bridge, I decide that the ore isn't worth risking my life over. what I came down here for was iron for mugs and brewing equipment, and coal for the fire. Let another risk their life for it, I think. The only treasure I need isa nice tavern of my own.
[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: After looking at the sad Dwarf, and contemplating what sort of thing has put him in this mood, I stand up and intercept the Dwarf with the dagger. I say, "Whatever yer lookin' 'ta do, do it elsewhere mate." The man with the dagger looks to his partner, and he shrugs. They both go back to their seats without a word. I sit down next to the man, and ask him what's troubling him. Afterwards, I tell the tavern owner what just occurred.
[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 smile a wide grin, and yell back "Aye, that I will mate!" I walk over to him and gladly take the ale, chugging it down heartily. I feel an instant connection to this man, and tell him that I myself am a brewer and wish to open my own tavern. He is pleasantly surprised by this, and we have a long conversation together about the art of The Brew, and different techniques. I even tell him of my adventure for getting the book, The Perfect Brew, making sure to mention my eye. He shares his own experiences as well.
Ok, my first application was denied so here's my second one I spent all day toiling over.
[b]Out-Of-CharacterInformation[/b] Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: SpitfireAce12 How old are you?: 13 Time-Zone: North American Eastern Time Zone Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Not very much How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: My sister happened to come across it Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/84390-human-spitfireace12/ 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: Play and act as if you are another character Meta-gaming: To use knowledge not in the game to affect the way you play certain aspects such as fighting, building, etc. Power-emoting: To express emotions or actions by second person perspective, i.e. Karalas whacks Lostariael on the head and gives her a headache
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Karalas Naghaf Ingarh Current Age: 32 Sub-race (if any): Northerner Past /History(include childhood, major-events, etc.2+ paragraphs long):
Naghaf Ingarh, Karalas's father, had left to join the great Oren Lances army to fight the Orcs when Karalas was only 3 winters old. He still wrote to his family every moon, though the war was at it's peak. He didn't have much time to write. Karalas was fascinated by his stories of great battles and victories – and sometimes defeat. Karalas's dream was to try out for the army when he was 28 winters old and fight beside his father.
But when he was 9 winters old, something terrible happened. A passing merchant had sold his mother a potion said to cure her of any illness she might happen to get. But it was no merchant. It was an evil, corrupted wizard in disguise. Instead of an antidote, he had sold her a brew that would permanently paralyze her. A time came, two winters later, when she caught a bad fever. Alas, she drank it, and she could never move her legs again.
However, the family survived with the combined efforts of Karalas and his siblings. Karalas still wished to join the army. His hatred toward Orcs was fueled even more one day when he went up into the mountains to hunt, but instead he noticed a group of Orc raiders pillaging and burning a small village. He fought the urge to run down the mountain and take them all on with his fists.
After seventeen years of hard work, however, he was eligible for the army. He packed his bags and said goodbye to his family. He rode on pigback to the great city for four days, until finally he arrived to achieve his dream and fight alongside his father.
(Aren't you so touched?!? Or is this, as it suddenly occurred to me just now, also too cliché?)
Ambitionsfor the Future: To stride into the War Uzg with an army of the Oren Lances and cut down every Orc there. Personality: A little hot-headed, cocky and confident with his skills but willing to obey orders Skills: Excellent with a sword, not too bad with a bow, fast runner, good hunter Appearance(this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Dark black hair, about 2 blocks tall, ice blue eyes
LOTR skin:
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b]
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b] [i]Each question inthis section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the eventin full.Please be as descriptive as possible anddonotbreak character or lore at any point.[/i] ____
[b]1.Whilstin 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: “Hmmm...” I thought. “Not a very respectable looking person.” It was about then I noticed a knife on him. It was a short, fat blade, Eastern-made, serrated at the edge. I cast a glimpse at the two guards near the alleyway. Keeping an eye on the dark-clothed figure drawing near to the palace gate, which was open, I quietly moved over to the guards and pointed out the dark man. I told them what I was going to do, and they nodded. I moved toward the man, making sure he didn't see or hear me, and started to quietly follow him. I glanced behind me and the guards were also pursuing us like ghosts. As we drew near the Emperor's throne room, the dark figure started to brush his finger along his knife hold. That did it. I leaped on him, pulled out his knife, and threw it into the wall. To my surprise he was extremely strong. He threw me against the wall, but I was up before he could even take another step. I punched him hard in the face, his nose started to bleed and a tooth fell out. He returned the favor to me, but I managed to break most of the impact with my hands. This went on for a while. I wondered where the guards were as I got a fist slammed into my stomach once again. I could have killed him instantly with my knife but I did not wish to. As I on cue, about 50 of them streamed into the room yelling and waving around clubs. We both stopped. The dark man started to run. I got up and ran after him with the guards still yelling behind me. I saw him run onto a balcony with a look of panic on his face. He looked at us, then jumped off. I tried to catch him but he was out of reach too soon.
[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?
Answer: I raised my eyebrow as one of the burly men said “Come on, give us your money and you ain't gonna get into any fights.” First of all, I hate it when people say “ain't”. Why can't they just talk like proper people? And, of course, I hate it when men try to make a living without working. It means that some poor person (or more like some poor people) lose all theirs. Why is Asulon so broken? I decide that they deserve a good thrashing. I walk out from behind my tree where I was listening and say “Good afternoon, gentlemen. Do you need help with anything?” The thugs whirl around with astonished looks on their pasty faces. I signal for the old man to get out. “I believe, sirs, that you are looking for something to keep the food coming. Would this do?” With a sigh in my head I pull out my last diamond. Of course, I have no intention of letting these people get away with my diamond. The looks on their faces becomes a look of awe. “Gimme that,” one of them says, snatching it out of my hands. I roll my eyes at his greed. As they turn to leave, I pull out my longsword and slam the side against his head, knocking him out cold. The other one has the look of astonishment on his face again. To my dismay, I accidentally drop my sword and it sticks into the ground. I try to pull it out but the conscious man lunges for me. I leap out of the way, but even worse my knives all fall out of my pocket. I don't have time to pick any of them up because the man is lunging for me again. I try a roundhouse kick but he catches my leg and slams me into the ground. I pick myself up and pick up a heavy stick lying nearby, but just as I'm about to swing it there's a crashing sound and the thug stops. He falls slowly to the ground and it's then I notice an elderly woman, probably the victim's wife, has whacked him around the head with a frying pan.
[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 noset prices.Heis willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices.Whatdo you do?(Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Trader: Excuse me, good sir! I'm selling just about anything you could want in this stall. Battle items, journey items, household items, you name it! I sell the most in Arethor!
Karalas: Hm... I unfortunately don't have much money.
Trader: I'm willing to come to a compromise.
Karalas: Ok, good! Have you got any potions? No one else in the whole city sells them.
Trader: Yes, yes, I do! In fact I have an alchemy stand right here in the back! How much are you willing to pay?
Karalas: Um... five Iron Ingots?
Trader: Ah, business is rather slow this time of year. How about ten?
Karalas: I don't have that much with me right now. How about 6?
Trader: Sorry but I can take no lower than 9.
Karalas: I only have eight. Would that be a good enough price?
Trader: You have a deal. Now, what kind of potion would you like?
Karalas: I'd like one that cures paralysis brews, please.
Minecraft Account Name: NiceGuyNorman.
How old are you?: 13, and I am turning 14 in August. Please note that my age does not dictate my roleplaying skill.
Time-Zone: Canadian Standard Time.
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: I have.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have played on several Fallout Roleplay servers, as a builder and a member. I also played on a few other medieval-themed roleplay server. Also, I am the Head Event Team, Moderator, Builder, and Lore-Writer for the upcoming "Days Gone By" Walking Dead RP server.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I went trolling around the MC forums, looking for something to pass my time in an enjoyable manner until we at Days Gone By release our server in quite some time. I found this, and was immediately intrigued. Also, my old friend maxkenny23 played on this server during Asulon 2.0, and he told me many good things about LotC!
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): Yep!
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: I most certainly have. Definitions
Role-playing: Role-playing is when one takes the role of a fictional character, and acts as that character would amongst other actors and their RP counterparts. RP usually takes place in a video game, or in real life (LARP).
Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is when one uses out-of-character information while they are in-character, and using said information for an advantageous standing with their characters, even if the characters do not have this knowledge.
Power-emoting: Power-emoting, or power-gaming, as it is more commonly referred, is when one acts in an overwhelming, god-like manner during RP, performing ridiculously surreal tasks at ease without the other RP party's consent. In-Character Information:
Full Name: Samuel Carter, Junior.
Current Age: 21
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Born as a commoner boy in the lands of Asulon, Samuel was a bright boy. He was born in the state of Renatus, his father a porter and his mother a tailor, who made a cozy income. Samuel had an older brother named Michael, who was serving in Godfrey's army at his birth, and was never at home. The three Carters lived in a comfortable house behind the walls of Renatus' capital, and Samuel Senior often brought Samuel out to the woods to hunt, in which the lad became adept with bow and blade alike. However, the golden-haired boy much preferred staying with his educated mother, and learning about the world through her vast knowledge collected from studying in the Capital. He learned much about language, and it interested him greatly. Samuel wished to leave his settlement, like Michael before him, and travel the lands as an adventurer, with bards singing about him. So much potential there was for the young boy, until his life changed dramatically in one year when he was seven.
An Imperial courier arrived at their Renatus home one rainy night, announcing that Michael had been killed during an ambush on his supply caravan. This devastated the small family, and soon, Samuel Senior turned to alcoholism. When he returned from the taverns every night, his tone of voice and the anger in his eyes frightened his only remaining son. Soon, this drug use culminated when Samuel Senior beat his son and wife severely. On one such occasion, the porter used his brass pipe to bludgeon his young son of seven in the face, scarring his left cheek permanently. Samuel eventually left the family, and got himself killed a few months later in a barfight at the Capital. Samuel's dear mother, try as she could, was unable to keep up her business as a tailor, and the two lost their homes and relative wealth.
Samuel's mother, however, would not last long. When he was 11, she died of exposure to the cold for too long one brutal winter. Samuel was left to fend for himself in the world, and often stowed away on caravan carts. His only weapons were his bow, Michael's dagger - and his book smarts. He relied on caring families to take him in for nights, and soon, Samuel was living his dream of adventuring Asulon - just not how he had envisioned it. Spending years alone in the world, Samuel distanced himself from the evils mankind eventually, becoming a shy recluse in the Cloud Forest. He became very in line with nature during his stay, and was kind to the creatures who understood him at last, protecting them from undead bilge that lurked in the darkest recesses of the Cloud Forest. He also learned well how to survive, and make himself invisible to outsiders. He lived seven years in the Cloud Forest, and by this time he was a bright young man. Though he was enduring in form, in spirit, he was broken, however. He had nothing to live for but his humble life in the woods, and he had no one to share it with at the very least. One day, 18 year old Samuel set out into a clearing with his dagger in hand, and pointed the blade at his heart. Closing his eyes, and muttering a prayer, he prepared to strike his heart - when a distant scream alerted him.
He scrambled to his feet, and heard screams, accompanied by the rumblings of footsteps. Something was happening at the Cloud Temple. Not wasting anytime, and discounting his suicide plan, Samuel discreetly packed up his gear and joined the groups. The people of Asulon were fleeing the realm, flocking to the temple for safe haven. Samuel reluctantly followed, blending into the crowd. After a vicious storm, and a terrible gale, the herd of humans, orcs, elves, and dwarves alike raced for the docks. There they constructed boats, and fled Asulon – Samuel Carter himself stowed away on the human ship.
After arriving in the strange new world, Samuel still lived in the forest - but this time, he was a traveler. He would move around frequently in a nomadic lifestyle, making no friends but seeing much. However, after three years, Samuel decided he would venture into the human hold, to visit it's sights... little did he know, the adventures to come in Anthos would dwarf his expectations as a young lad.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] Samuel wishes to settle down in the recently thriving land of Anthos, and to make a comfortable life for himself in a small city, perhaps the new Salvus. He wants to leave his past behind, and sees the years to come as an opportunity to shape a better existence for himself. However, his childhood dreams of becoming a famous adventurer still flicker in the back of his head, and perhaps if coaxed by someone, he could make a worthy companion on travels.
Personality:[/b] Samuel is very quiet, to the point where some might call him a misanthrope. He shies away from women and men alike, usually seen by himself. Sometimes, however, he is known to come out of his shell and converse with others in his bookish, deep tone of voice. He is very intelligent, and carries a few books on Elvish and other languages in his burlap sack. Samuel is keen on poetry, and is a very benevolent, caring soul. He believes in justice, and not fame, and would willingly step into any problem with ease, and despite his shyness, he is more than capable of stepping in to rescue someone from danger. He is a kind, quiet soul, and he does not share much of his past with other people, unless he knows them very well. This trust in question is very hard to earn, as the hitchhiking traveler is difficult to get close to. He has a keen eye to detail, finesse, and attention, and he can read faces quite well. In short, Samuel is as observant as an eagle with a pair of binoculars. Also, he is quite adept at silent arts, and nimble, though not the strongest or most charismatic.
Skills:[/b]
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] http://i.imgur.com/lYcmWfx.png Carter hides his bright, rugged young face behind a thick fur hood, and a bushy, unkept beard, suggesting the long roads he has seen. Long, disheveled golden hair hangs around his face, not having been cut in many months - maybe even years. He has a thin, line-like scar under his left eye, which he tends to avoid bringing up in conversation. His thin body is surprisingly fit and muscular, albeit a bit malnourished. His eyes glint a defiant, stubborn blue hue, sometimes shifting with indifference, and other times blazing with pride and bravery. He wears a green vest over a white, woolen undershirt, and a pair of black trousers. Cow-skin boots cover his silent feet, at an ankle's length. Slung over his shoulder is a wooden, handcrafted bow, a steel dagger of 8 inches, and a burlap sack, containing his traveler's gear.
[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: Samuel Carter enters the Human Hold, gulping nervously as he feels the rabble of nobles gazing at him and his unkept appearance. He pulls his hood around his face further, and continues with an uneasy stride. He gazes around, breathing in a gust of fresh air, carrying the scents of the spices being sold in the market. Samuel stays away from the large groups, cutting through back alleys and hugging walls, his head held low, and his eyes twinkling beneath them. He squints around, taking in the details and mighty architecture of the city. Crossing his arms over his wiry chest, however, he grunts as a black-robed, dark-hooded man shoves past him. Samuel raises a brow, and scratches his beard, scowling at the man. He seems not to notice. Samuel feels uneasy about the foreboding man, and before he darts completely down the alleyway, he calls out. "H-hail, you sir.", he mutters, his voice faltering as the man turns around and stares at him with eyes like blazing coals. "What do you on this b-beautiful day?" The dark robed man glares at him, muttering "Somethin' I should've done for a long time." As the man turns, Samuel catches a glint of steel in his belt – a dagger. His eyes widen, and the man rushes out of the alleyway, and into the thick crowd. Samuel darts after him, leaping over a moving cart of cabbage and being met with a flurry of cries from the merchants pushing it. He looks into the thick crowd of the market place, looking for the man.
Then, he spots him, at the other side of the crowd, moving towards the lavish palace of the Imperial leader. Samuel was no politically involved man, but he knew that the dark robed man was an assassin at once. He deftly breathes in, before barreling through the crowd, parting the sea of commoners and nobles alike with his firm, but harmless, pushes. Soon, he closes on the man, and grabs his forearm in his own. The man whirls around, and headbutts Samuel quickly. A crack is heard as the traveler's nose breaks, and he yelps. The dark robed man is gone by the time Samuel rises, nursing his bloody wound. He is closing on the palace with alarming speed, and Samuel sees a few guards around. Taking a deep breath, and clearing his throat, he yells out "Guards! G-Guards! Apprehend that man!" He points his finger at the would-be assassin, who's back rises suddenly. A guard had heard Samuel, and fired a crossbow bolt at the assassin - right between his shoulder blades. With a primal roar of defeat, the man crumples on the palace's doorstep. The guard lowers his crossbow, and sees Samuel. "Thank you, friend. You could've stopped an assassination plot!" He approaches, extending his gauntlet-covered hand, but Samuel backs away, back into the crowd. Justice had been served, he need not praise.
[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: Samuel takes joy in his walk, sauntering through the forest – his former home. The songs of birds and chirps of bugs calm him, and he hums to himself in a surprisingly skilled voice as he walks, leaning on an iron longsword for a staff. Soon, however, the noises cease – a forest is never quiet unless it is in danger. Samuel raises a brow, his eyes shifting from tree to tree. Soon, however, his ears perk to faint voices in the distance. Covering ground swiftly, and gracefully, Samuel makes his way to the source – and finds the cottage. Dropping into a prone position, Samuel purses his lips in dismay when he takes in the dire situation. He decides to approach slowly out of the woods, thumping his longsword on his tunic as to alert the bandits to his presence. He gathers his courage that he can muster, and speaks in his deep, firm voice, "Hail. What... seems to be the problem here?" The bandits turn on their heels, and one of them raises a bow at Samuel as soon as he is seen. With the intent to negotiate, Samuel's eyes bulge, and he shifts just in time for the arrow to graze his shoulder. The first bandit, a burly, scarred Orc, chortles as Samuel stumbles, holding his shoulder. "Git du skah aut, pinkeh," he bellows, "Dis not latz business." He bares his teeth, as the old man backs away into his house, into safety. "Good," Samuel thinks. "At least I got them off of him." He tries to stall, speaking in a slow, deliberate manner. "Look, friends, violence... violence does not solve anything. I say you should handle this less aggre-" He is cut off by the Orc's partner, the one who shot at him. The Elven bandit fires off another bolt at Samuel, but this time, the young human is ready. He ducks, using the momentum to run forward and close the distance. Barreling the Elf over with a grunt, the two roll on the ground, and the Elven bandit is looming over Samuel. His green-grey hands enclose around the human's neck, and Samuel's eyes bulge. His legs kick out, and hit the Elven man between his thighs. With a shriek, he doubles over, releasing his grip. Samuel rises up, and kicks the Elven man in the back of the head, knocking him out. The Orc is left, and he barely flinches at his partner's neutralization. Shifting his weight, a mace in either hand, he takes in the human. Samuel, unsure of himself, notices a weak joint in the Orc's forearm armor.
With a final, unsure, nervous battle cry, Samuel points his longsword forward and charges. The Orc bats him aside with an elbow to the chin, sending Samuel flying to the side. He recollects himself just in time to block an uppercut attack from the Orc's mace. This stalemate goes on for some time, until Samuel is visibly battered and weakened. The Orc smiles cruelly, and kicks him in the knee, a savage snap being heard as Samuel's leg snaps backwards. He falls to his knees, and the large Orc prepares to finish him. "Latz no bother Gruk anymore..." The Orc raises his maces over his head, and prepares to bring it down - and he gives a sudden spastic jerk. Samuel looks up, and the Orc falters, before falling forth - a small iron blade in his back. Samuel cringes at his leg wound, and looks at the old man, who had come to his aid. "Ya saved me, young lad, so... I saved you." His benevolent face's smile lines crack, and he helps Samuel to his feet. With a groan, Samuel mutters, "Thank you... I'm Samuel." The old man carries him inside his cottage, nodding slowly," The name's Adoril. Now, Samuel, you can rest here for a bit until your leg there heals."
[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: Samuel approaches the cart slowly and carefully. The round Dwarf standing behind the cart claps his hands, his red face giving a smile from ear to ear. Samuel pulls down his hood, his shoulder-length hair cascading down slowly. He droops his head once, denoting an introduction. The Dwarf begins in a flurry of heavily accented Commoner, "Oh, hullo there, human! Oi, I've got the best gear y'need! Man like yuh needs somethin' for his adventures, right?" The Dwarf rises to his feet, waddling to the front of the stand. Samuel scratches his beard thoughtfully, speaking timidly, "Yes... yes, there is something I need. Say, do you have any quivers?" The Dwarf thinks for a moment, putting a pudgy finger to his chin, before nodding quickly, "Ye! Ye! I do!" He grunts, humming in Dwarvish as he rummages through behind the stall, rifling through things. He eventually produces a leather quiver, studded with iron plates. "Very fine handiwork..." the Dwarf says, as in a trance. He shoves it into Samuel's hands, and the young human looks it over before giving it an approving nod. "I like it." "Good, good! Now, let's talk about prices, my dear lad! Yuh pick th'price!" Samuel tucks the quiver into the crook of his arm, and thinks for a moment, muttering voiceless words. He finally nods firmly, and pulls out a coin bag, setting it upon the table. "I will give you 75 minas for this, my good dwarven f-friend." The Dwarf furrows his brows, and retorts, "80." Samuel grits his teeth. "I've only 100... I do not want to spend all of it!" He thinks. He finally produces a worn, leather journal. He waves it at the stout Dwarven man, proclaiming with some hidden pride, "This is a book of beautiful poems and songs, written by the greatest minstrels of Aegis. Acquiring it was very difficult, and it is worth very much. I will give you this, and 50 minas." The Dwarf considers for a moment, "Huh... why is this worth so much?" Samuel leans in, "Its stories will net you many customers, if you sell one song a piece. Trust me, this –" He gestures to the money, setting the book down and pushing them slightly towards him "– This is a great bargain." The Dwarf's mouth forms an "O", and he slowly nods. "Huh... I will take it! Thank yuh for th'advice on th'sellin'!" He thumps Samuel's shoulder amiably, and chuckles as he waddles back over to his stall. Samuel nods with a thin smile, and saunters off from the market, shouldering his new quiver.
[Mountain Dwarf] Tripstor's 3rd application to be a Mountain Dwarf
Out-Of-Character Information Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: Skylord_Garrett
Alternate Account Name: Tripstor
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone: Eastern Time zone
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I played on
another Lord of the Rings server but left when the staff became abusive. I once
played on this roleplay server dedicated to Percy Jackson and the same deal
happened there.
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): I will post this to there directly after this.
Have you read the Dwarven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes I will
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: This is when you jump into a made-up
role and make choices the character
would make, in other words you pretend to be this character. (E.g. Phil's elf is called Marv and is a fictional character.)
Meta-gaming: This
is when you use information about a character you obtained OOC to your personal
advantage. (E.g. Phil found Mark's home on the forums and raided it without his character finding out in-game)
Power-emoting: When you god-mod yourself in a roleplay and force an action upon another player (E.G.
Phil slices Dominic’s throat and takes his loot).
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Kilin Falkreath
Current Age: 18
Sub-race (if any): Human
Clan (if any): No clan yet
Past: Well, my mum and dad worked as blacksmiths. We lived on a farm by ourselves. As a boy I loved to play with the swords and hammers they crafted. One day while I was swinging a small dagger a man
approached my pa, I didn’t know what to do. The man pulled out a knife and
stabbed my father. My mother runs out screaming but the man grabs her and drags
her into my house, locking the door behind him. I bash on the door hearing her
screams carry on for roughly 30 minutes.
I hide in a barrel outside of my house waiting for the man to walk out. I heard the door creak open and the hooded man stepped out, his dagger covered in blood. I clutch the dagger I was playing
with and leap out of the barrel and stab the man in the chest. He pulls the knife out of his chest, grabs me, and throws me into a wall. He unsheathes a sword from his belt and starts strutting towards me with a maniacal look in his eye. I reach for a hammer my pa used for crafting armor and swing upwards at the man's head, hitting the man in the skull. He falls backwards his head hitting the ground with a thud. My heart was racing faster than a elven horse running from a orc, things started going blurry and then everything went black.
I wake up in a dark room with moss-covered walls. I glance around at my surroundings and
spot a iron bars. I huddle in a corner and cry to myself until a man comes to take
me out of the cell. He starts asking questions about my parents and who the man
dead man was on my doorstep. I answered the questions as best I could. Then the
man asked why he was at my house and I told him I had no clue. I couldn’t hold
back the tears as they streamed down my face, filled with lost memories of my
mother tucking me in and my father lifting me into the air smiling at me. The
man lets me go and I started hunting criminals for a living.
Ambitions for the Future: Kilin hopes to one day discover why his parents were murdered and who the man was.
Personality: Kilin stays to himself most of the
time, working alone as a young bounty hunter can prove difficult because of being called a villain which you are not.
Skills: He is very skilled with a blade and decent with a bow. However he has emotional issues from seeing his parents murdered at such a young age, and murdering a man himself.
Appearance
Any other details you wish to share about your character: He does suffer from fainting spells on rare occasions.
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 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?
Answer:
I question the odds of me crossing the bridge
safely and decide otherwise. I call down a team of dwarves to help create a
small but stable bridge to the deposit to obtain the diamonds.
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?
Answer:
I would
tell the boy to come with me right away and explain a man was walking towards
him with a dagger. I would then take the boy outside, waiting for the men to
walk out, and if they did I would run away and take the boy to safety.
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?
Answer: I glance at the man with some suspicion. As he
offers me a mug of ale I carefully accept it. From my experience as a Dwarven
Bounty Hunter people will take extreme measures to get rid of you. I shakily
take a sip and wait to see what happens to me.
- How old are you?: 17
- Time-Zone/Country of Residence: USA
- Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes, I'm in College.
- Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I love minecraft.
- How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Probably, Friday, Saturday, and some Sundays.
- How long have you played minecraft?: Since it came out
- What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I've never done roleplay.
- What do you expect this server will be like?: Super Epic like lord of the rings.
- What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: MCbestcraft because someone greifed me.
- Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?:Yes.
- Name the 4 races on this server: Dwarves Humans Elves and Orc
- How did you hear about us?: Minecraft Server list
- Did you vote?:Not yet
- What was your favourite Law?: No greifing
- What was your least favourite Law?: Don't have one
- What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name? I don't have one yet...
In-Character:
- Character Name: Connor
- What is your Race?: Human, Northerner
- Lordofthecraft.net/forum, forum account: AngryBirds427
- Biography: Connor, He is an Assassin who is very Steathy.
- Character Age: 19
- Character Appearance: Epic
- Character Personality: Very Fun, but Stealthy.
- Your ambitions:.
- Can your character read or write?:Yes he can do both
- Can your character mine?:Yes
- Are you a capable builder?Yes
- Can you wield a sword?:Yes
- Enjoy Farming?: Not really.
- Does your character have any special skills?: He can use a sword great. And has named his sword "Zeus."
- A screenshot of your skin: Don't have one
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone: Eastern Time Zone
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have and fully agree with them
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have went on serveral roleplaying servers and on one I was the owner of the town. Im always a dwarf and only play server that have a dwarf as a race.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I have heard this server from planetminecraft.com
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: I have none
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): No and I will right after this.
Have you read the Dwarven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes, I will use it some of it in my biography.
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: A thing were you act as a person or a race and act as if you were them and do what they do it can also be in a game or in real life.
Meta-gaming: A word that means a game world out side of a game. Also means a strategy, action or method from a ruleset.
Power-emoting: A world of online gaming
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Itsam Salvator
Current Age: 20
Sub-race (if any):
Clan (if any):
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):Itsam was born in the year of 1338. He was forced to stay in his homeland from attacks of the undead. He had two wonderful parents. They were owner of a local pub.They tought him the basics like mining, farming, and fighting. He always dreamed of all the races being allies.
At the age of 10 years old he had a group of friends that would go around and mining hoping to hit the jackpot. They were all very poor. They wanted to join a army to fight the bad and defend the good. Finaly at the age of 19 he got to go in the army. He ment up with some of his old friends there. Together they were defeating the bad. At age 20 he left the army to fullfill his life long dream to build his very own village
Ambitions for the Future: Making his own town and helping everyone.
Personality: I am a nice guy and will try to help anyone i could. I would help repair everything he saw even if it was a guy he didnt know.
Skills: Mining, Fighting, and Farming.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Any other details you wish to share about your character: He is mostly a miner but always helps people and he really wants to start his own village.
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 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?
Answer: I would run over take the diamonds and run back over the bridge and then share my wealth with the poor.
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?
Answer: I would take the young dwarf and brink him to my home. Ask him why he was alone and why they wanted to kill him.
3. While 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?
Answer: I would come with him and drink the ale with him.Minecraft Account Name: Gaffney467
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone: Eastern Time Zone
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have and fully agree with them
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have went on serveral roleplaying servers and on one I was the owner of the town. Im always a dwarf and only play server that have a dwarf as a race.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I have heard this server from planetminecraft.com
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: I have none
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): No and I will right after this.
Have you read the Dwarven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes, I will use it some of it in my biography.
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: A thing were you act as a person or a race and act as if you were them and do what they do it can also be in a game or in real life.
Meta-gaming: A word that means a game world out side of a game. Also means a strategy, action or method from a ruleset.
Power-emoting: A world of online gaming
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Itsam Salvator
Current Age: 20
Sub-race (if any):
Clan (if any):
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):Itsam was born in the year of 1338. He was forced to stay in his homeland from attacks of the undead. He had two wonderful parents. They were owner of a local pub.They tought him the basics like mining, farming, and fighting. He always dreamed of all the races being allies.
At the age of 10 years old he had a group of friends that would go around and mining hoping to hit the jackpot. They were all very poor. They wanted to join a army to fight the bad and defend the good. Finaly at the age of 19 he got to go in the army. He ment up with some of his old friends there. Together they were defeating the bad. At age 20 he left the army to fullfill his life long dream to build his very own village
Ambitions for the Future: Making his own town and helping everyone.
Personality: I am a nice guy and will try to help anyone i could. I would help repair everything he saw even if it was a guy he didnt know.
Skills: Mining, Fighting, and Farming.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Any other details you wish to share about your character: He is mostly a miner but always helps people and he really wants to start his own village.
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 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?
Answer: I would run over take the diamonds and run back over the bridge and then share my wealth with the poor.
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?
Answer: I would take the young dwarf and brink him to my home. Ask him why he was alone and why they wanted to kill him.
3. While 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?
Answer: I would come with him and drink the ale with him.
Minecraft Account Name: Otisdiver
How old are you?: ?
Time-Zone: Pacific Standard Time (GMT -8)
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Not too much, I have played on MassiveCraft before though.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Google.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthe...on/#entry726448
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.
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Taking on a role and playing a game using that role.
Meta-gaming: Using your knowledge from the outside world to influence your decisions in the game world. For example: Let's say Elves are "allergic" to birch leaves, and you know this from reading the forums. So you place some birch leaves near you so they won't attack you.
Power-emoting: Abusing emotes in a way that doesn't allow the other player(s) to react. For example: *John pickpockets Lord North* would be power-emoting, but *John attempts to pickpocket Lord North* is not.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Adla Bramannen
Current Age: Prir seasons (3 seasons / 21 years)
Sub-race (if any): Cave Dwarf
Clan (if any):
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Adla was born to Stor and Gladje Bramannen in the city of Karik. He had no brothers, as his father, Stor, died in a mining accident when he was less than a season old. His mother later remarried a dwarf by the name of Vanlig, who has 4 sons.
As he lived with his step-father he was constantly outshining his step-brothers. Adla's step-father began to favor Adla over his own children, and this caused a great rivalry between Adla and his step-brothers. Then, one day Adla wrote an absolutely beautiful poem, and both his mother and step-father praised him for it. His cousins grew even more jealous, and, one day, while Adla was mining, his cousins snuck into his room and ripped his poem to pieces. Adla was enraged, and murdered one of his step-brothers. After this event, Adla never spoke with his step-brothers or parents and eventually moved out when he was just over tveir seasons old (2 seasons/14 years). To this day, Adla still lives in the dwarven capital of Kal'azagoth.
Ambitions for the Future: Adla hopes to write something even better than his first poem, something as famous as The Fall of Kal'Urgan. Adla also hopes to possibly start his own tavern in the future, though not nearly as much as he hopes to become a famous poet.
Personality: Adla is a kind and honest dwarf, and above all wishes to maintain his honor. Adla believes that, without honor, a dwarf is as good as Ibleeses.
Skills: Adla has always had a passion for literature. He admires works such as The Fall of Kal'Urgan. Along with this passion, Adla is also a very skilled miner. He once found diamond within an hour of mining.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Adla is a muscular and red-bearded dwarf. http://i.imgur.com/MGrejq4.png
Any other details you wish to share about your character: Adla's name means "noble" or "knight"
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 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?
Answer:
Adla: Diamonds!
*Adla quickly covers his mouth*
(Adla thinks to himself: I hope nobody heard that..)
*Adla begins heading to the surface*
*Adla arrives at the mineshaft entrance*
*Adla walks to his house*
*Adla opens his chest & pulls out a diamond pickaxe*
*Adla leaves his house*
*Adla arrives at the mineshaft entrance*
*Adla retraces his steps, and sees the diamond patch again*
*Adla walks carefully across the bridge, and hopes it doesn't collapse*
*Adla arrives on the other side of the ravine, having gotten lucky*
*Adla mines the diamonds greedily*
Adla: Huzzah!
*Adla crosses the bridge again, and prays to the creator he doesn't fall*
Adla: Phew!
*Adla returns to the surface*
*Adla goes to his house, and stores the diamonds*
(Adla thinks to himself: That was a good day's work, I think I will continue with my poem now..)
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?
Answer:
Adla: What's wrong, young dwarf?
Young dwarf (YD): My brother is trying to kill me..
(Adla remembers how he murdered his brothers, and grows mournful)
Adla: Are those your brothers, over there?
*Adla poins to the two shady dwarves*
YD: J-just the bigger one
Adla: The one with a dagger?
YD: Y-yes..
*Young dwarf's facial expression changes from one of sadness to terror as he realizes his brother is approaching him*
*Adla approaches the two shady dwarves*
Adla: 'ey, what are you lads up to?
YD's Brother (YDB): That's none of your business, you galtair.
Adla: Excuse me?
*The other shady dwarf shoves Adla to the ground*
*YDB charges YD, yelling "Basaich jiarg-noid geddyn baase!"
Adla: Stop!
*YDB turns his head, and then runs into a support beam*
YDB: What now, galtair?
Adla: Don't kill him, I know you want to but don't. You'll hate yourself the rest of your life!
YDB: Oh will I? Well, there's only one way to find out.
*Adla stands up, and grabs the dagger from YDB's hand*
*Alda throws the dagger into the floor boards*
*Adla grabs YDB by his collar and throws him out the door onto the streets*
Adla: Nobody kills anyone on my watch, you moron!
*Shady Dwarf runs off to help YDB get up and leave*
*Adla heads over to YD*
Adla: Are you okay, young dwarf?
YD: I suppose so.. I think I'll just go home now
Adla: Alright then. Stay safe, young dwarf. Let me know if your brother tries to hurt you again.
YD: Thanks, but I think I'll be fine for now.
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?
Answer:
*Adla runs to the bar-owner*
Bar-owner: Hello there, would you like an ale?
Adla: Oh yes, I would love an ale! How much?
Bar-owner: 5 minas, please.
Adla: Alright
*Adla fumbles through pocket*
Adla: Here you go, 5 minas!
*Adla hands over 5 minas*
Bar-owner: Ah, thank you! Have a good day, sir!
Adla: You too, and thanks for the ale!
*Adla takes a gulp of the ale*
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: spqrSancus
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone: EST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Been playing on LOTC as an elf most days since the 19th of January, 2013.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Was searching for a nice serious RP server. The ones that have a lot of players, though, are rarely actual RP servers.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:
http://www.lordofthe...nd-application/
http://www.lordofthe...us-application/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Just have.
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?:
Yes, and albeit I've been playing as elves, I must say that I know more about Human lore than Elven, due to having given up on Malinor due to all the conflict there that is no fun for RP.
[b]Definitions[/b]
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: To role-play is to create a persona, and wear it as your own face. It means that you are an actor, and must act as your character, and not yourself, might.
Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is the act of using something that would not actually be there in the role-play environment, such as to use nameplates to see where a person is and then RP that you have seen them, when, in reality, your character would not. Or, to use information that your character does not know about. Say, if someone used /msg to tell me something, like, "Oh, my secret base is at these coords, blah, blah, blah," (Not orc speak, mind you, just variable speech) and you went there, it would be meta-gaming. There are exceptions, such as birding, but you would need to emote said birds, giving people a chance to react to them, and it would have to be from a place someone could ACTUALLY send a bird.
Power-emoting: To power-emote is to use an unrealistic emote, or to auto-emote, emoting something over and over again, as well as emotes that give the player no chance to respond. Such as, if someone were, to, say... emote something like this:
Player suddenly does a double backflip, lands, and immediately swings the mace into other player's face, smashing it to pieces.
That would be one of the more extreme forms of power-gaming.
[b]In-Character Information:[/b]
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Rebecca Eloisa Amoruso
Current Age: 18
Sub-race (if any):
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
She was born to a middle-class merchant father and a middle class woman with a fiery spirit. She was born in Elysium, and often went with her father everywhere. He taught her to treat all the races with respect, a rare thing for a human to do, but was best in the trading world, where you might be trading with various races. As she was constantly traveling, she didn't make many friends, but she did make one. An elf, 2 years older than she, who she spent much of her time with, when inside of Malinor.
When she was about 12 years of age, she and her parents went to Anthos, along with the other humans. It was a rough trip, filled with storms and Lysistratan pirates. As such, she lost much of her belongings.
On her 16th birthday, she was walking through Malinor's streets with the Elf, now a Sentinel, when the Elf drew his blade and stabbed her father through, just because he was wearing a leather jacket. She ran back to Salvus to tell her mother what happened. They cried, and from then on, began to take a stance taken by many humans - that Elves were inferior. She began making friends in Salvus, working at a tavern, serving drinks and food. However, soon after, one of House Blackmont assaulted her mother, and stole what little remained of her father's money soon after. She does not know what to aspire to currently, but is thinking she MAY want to become a mage, for the freedom it entails for human women, should they take on the task.
[b]Ambitions for the Future:[/b]
Currently no aspirations, per se, but she would enjoy seeing Malinor and the elves burned at the stake. She also wants the Blackmonts to fall and be exiled once more. She might want to become a mage, but she isn't sure yet.
[b]Personality:[/b]
She's normally a kind, light-hearted girl, but she hates elves, and anything elven, and strongly dislikes the Blackmonts. She can be quite fierce when insulted, but is often more timid than anything else. She also like pumpkins and pumpkin pie and anything to do with pumpkins. In fact, she likes them so much, you may find her with a hollowed out pumpkin on her head.
[b]Skills:[/b]
She can carve pumpkins, and can fight with daggers to an extent, albeit no match for an actual warrior. She can also cook quite well and weave to an extent. She's clever when she stops to think, and isn't a horrible archer.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b]
She has brown hair and brown eyes, and a surprising beauty for a commoner. She's small for her age, and quite light. She is often found wearing a blue dress her mother gave to her.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b]
Not much more to tell.
[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:
Rebecca sees the man stealthily making his way to the Emporer's palace.
Rebecca looks around. There's a guard over by the tavern.
Rebecca runs over, and attempts to grab his tabard, to pull at him, pleading with him to come.
Guard is having a drink. He gets annoyed.
Guard: Let go of me, you filthy *****!
Guard attempts to push her away.
Rebecca falls over. Fear fills her eyes.
Rebecca: Please, no sir! There really is, there really is! I swear on my life, there is!
Guard: I said, get out of here, you filthy *****, before I have you arrested for assault!
Guard attempts to pick her up by the collar of her dress.
Rebecca begins to choke as he does so, the guard heaving her up effortlessly.
Guard tosses her to the ground.
Rebecca collapses to the ground, looking at the guard in terror.
Rebecca: Please, no! I'll leave, I'll leave! Don't hurt me anymore!
Guard: The time for that is long since passed.
Rebecca attempts to scramble away, absolutely terrified.
Guard reaches down to slap her in the face.
Rebecca is slapped. She is knocked to the floor, and doesn't look the way of the guard.
Guard: Next time I hear of you causing trouble, I'll have you arrested. AM I UNDERSTOOD?!
Rebecca: Yes, yes, please, just let me go, don't hurt me!
Guard: Now get out of here! Before I change my mind!
A scream is heard from the palace, filled with pain. It ends abruptly as it started.
[Shout] Servant: Help! An assassin has attempted to take the life of Lord High Sherrif Kais Ishikawa!
Guard stares at Rebecca, paling, then hissing at her. "If I hear you told them what happened, I will hunt you down, and feed you to the wolves."
Rebecca pales herself, as the guard runs for the palace.
[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:
Rebecca sees the bandits threatening the old man.
[Shout] Bandit1: Give us you valuables, and you live. If not...
Bandit1 waves his loaded crossbow at him.
Bandit2, turns and sees a young brown haired woman watching on the road.
Bandit2 smiles. "Another on the road. I'll take care of her."
Rebecca sees the bandit walking towards her. Rebecca can't fight with longswords.
Bandit1 shoots his crossbow, when the man doesn't move.
Old Man is hot through the head. His body slowly crumples to the ground.
Bandit2 walks up right to her. In his hands are a ******* sword and wooden shield.
Bandit2: Okay, lady, give us your valuables. If not, you get the same fate as the old man over there.
Bandit2 points to the man lying dead on the ground.
Bandit1 walks over to his friend and the young girl on the road. He draws a dagger.
Rebecca looks at them, quite fearfully.
Rebecca: Please, take it, whatever you want...
Bandit2 smiles. He attempts to knock her to the ground with his shield.
Rebecca is knocked down. She attempts to roll away.
Bandit1 smiles at this as well, and he attempts to shove the dagger to her throat.
Bandit1: Move, and you die.
Rebecca feels the blade press against her throat. She dares not speak, but her eyes tell you she is absolutely terrified.
Bandit2 smiles. He attempts to take her longsword and the leather armour.
Rebecca can't do a thing about it, but the bandit has to struggle a bit to pull off the leather armour.
Bandit2 pats her down, having taken those, looking for anything else of value.
Rebecca is patted down. The bandit comes up with her mostly empty purse of minas.
Bandit1 smiles. He attempts to pick her up, and drag her to a tree.
Rebecca is easily picked up and dragged to the tree.
Bandit1 takes some chains, and attempts to chain her to the tree.
Rebecca is chained to the tree, the dagger still to her throat. She struggles, though.
Bandit1 smiles even wider as he attempts to press it even harder against her throat.
Some beads of blood appear on the blade. The girl ceases her struggling.
Bandit2 smiles at her, grinning even. "We'll be back soon. Don't let some noble knight rescue you!"
The bandits chuckles, making their way down along the road.
Rebecca stares at them, terrified. She hopes someone would come along and save her.
[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:
Rebecca: Do you have any fish?
Merchant: I have tuna. How much would you like to buy it for?
Rebecca pulls out her coin purse. She looks through it, counting out her coin.
Rebecca: How about 5 minas?
Merchant: Miss, that is FAR too cheap. This is some fine tuna here, see?
Merchant shows her the tuna, how there are few to no blemishes and well scaled.
Rebecca looks it over. She doesn't see much difference.
Merchant: That tuna right there, that should be worth 50 minas right there!
Rebecca just stares at him for a moment.
[Shout] Rebecca: Are you insane? It's just ONE fish! If I could afford that, me and my mother would be living in a MANOR!
Merchant looks at her, exasperated. "Fine, 30 minas."
Rebecca: Still FAR too expensive. It's ONE fish. 10 minas, at the most.
Merchant stares at her, getting angry.
[Shout] Merchant: THIS IS THE FINEST FISH IN ALL THE LAND, AND WHAT DO YOU DO? YOU REBUKE MY KIND OFFER!!!
Merchant reaches out over the stall, to slap her across the face.
Rebecca is slapped across the face, her head turning to the side. She stays like that for a couple moments, breathing heavily.
Rebecca suddenly throws a punch at him, surprisingly hard and fast.
Merchant is punched in the face. He cries out and clutches his nose.
Guard notices the man. He looks at Rebecca, and narrows his eyes.
Guard: The both of you come with me!
Rebecca: He slapped me! All I did was defend myself!
Rebecca begins to cry.
Guard looks her over a moment, then nods. "You may go."
Rebecca leaves, sniffling.
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone: UTC (England)
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Not much as i am yet to find a good server but i will do my best to roleplay.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I searched for a strict role-play server and this was the top option.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthe...on/#entry723461
http://www.lordofthe...on/#entry723459
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yes
Have you read the Orcish 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: When you act as a fictional character in a made up world.
Meta-gaming: Using information found outside of the game to increase the enjoyment of play
Power-emoting: When you say something that can not be stopped e.g jim stabbed bob. You could say jim thrusted his sword at bob instead to give your friend a chance.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Ariad du charn
Current Age: 21
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Ariad and his family were proud members of the ugluk clan. But on Ariad's 9th birthday he and his family were attacked and kidnapped by elvish bandits. His father attempted to save them by fighting back but was decapitated by one of the bandits. Ariad, enraged by this, attacked the bandit who killed his farther, wrestled the axe of of him, and hacked his arm off. Ariad knew he couldn't fight against 4 more bandits however so he ran off into the desert swearing for revenge of his fathers death and that one day, he would find his mother.
Ambitions for the Future: Ariad wishes to become a well know warrior and help people the way he wishes someone would have helped him 12 years ago.
Personality: He is shy but likes company. He doesn't like elves however as it was them who killed his father.
Skills: He is an expert with an axe and is decent with a bow but it useless with a sword
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): http://minecraft.nov...gallery/tag/orc (bad orc)
Any other details you wish to share about your character:
[b]1. You are roaming the mighty capital of the War Nation Of Uruks, as you near the Arena you spot an Orc, wearing what seems to be human garbs as he looks at you he smiles and say out loud in common not in blah “Come friend let me teach you of civilization and break your mind from this orcish savagery!”, how do you react?[/b] I remind him that not all orcs are savages despite our love to fight but happily go with him so not as to appear rude.
[b]2. As you are watching an Arena fight between two Orcs, the Goj of Krug walks towards the Arena, and shouts “Mi brudderz da Feztivel ob Krug iz coummeh! We needz zacrifizez tu zummun da Zpirit ob Krug un diz uzg, go gadder da Warbandz nd raid da landz nd bring mi buck zacrifizez, twiggy nd pinky dat we kan zlauhater upun da alter ob Krug nuw go mi Brudderz!” How do you react to this?[/b] I wonder why we must raid the kingdom as Ariad Prefers not to attack unless it is for reason that will help everyone but goes along with it anyway as if he goes against this he may end up being sacrificed as well.
As you are travelling in the barren Orcish deserts you come across a quiet oasis. Beside it sits a small tent where a young orc is preparing a meal of roasted halfling. He calls you over, offering you to join in with his meal. What does your character do?[/b] I sit with him but don't eat as the halfling probably did nothing wrong. Whilst the boy eats i tell him tales of adventure i have experianced throughout the 12 years since "the incident" but i don't tell him of the murder of my father as that's a painful and personal memory.
I would love for you to accept this application and am looking forward to join the server. Thank you for reading this
CC.
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
[b]Minecraft Account Name:[/b] WhiteRa1n
[b]How old are you?[/b]: 16, 17 in May
[b]Time-Zone:[/b] Alberta is GMT/UTC - 6h during Daylight Saving Time ( mountain time)
[b]Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?:[/b] Of course.
[b]What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:[/b] WoW, Runescape, Warcraft The Frozon Throne (only the RP strands of the game) – I RP a lot, its quite fun in my perspective
[b]How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:[/b] from JoeqMafia (a friend)
[b]Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:[/b] N/A
[b]Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum?[/b] 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?: yep, and I will
[b]Definitions[/b]
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
[b]Role-playing:[/b] the act of taking a role of something/someone in which you’re usually unfamiliar with and acting out it. It also encompasses changing someone’s behavior to assume a role. (improv, Drama, Larping)
[b]Meta-gaming:[/b] when someone’s talking in OOC and tell there cords, but even though it’s OOC you still go the position when you’re in game character in unaware of it.
[b]Power-emoting: [/b]power gaming, so for instance I’m fighting with someone and before I get a chance to do anything they say *cutting off your head* so it’s sort of impossible for you to win.
[b]In-Character Information:[/b]
Complete the following biography on your character:
[b]Full Name:[/b] Craig Storm Mathtism
[b]Current Age:[/b] 34
[b]Sub-race (if any):[/b] Halfing
[b]Past / History[/b] (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Craig Storm Mathtism lived a very sheltered life. School was dull to him, even though he excelled through everything he did, his parents thought that he lacked the motivation to accomplish anything. Craig tended to keep to himself, however enjoyed torturing others spontaneously, even though he was sinister, he never showed his sadistic mind in public, he would only dream up scenarios of evil, never follow through. Occasionally others could see through his façade, due to this the children he grew up with believed that he was born from a evil being, and was adopted by the parents Mulk and Gole Mathtism. Mulk and Gole were two very charitable couples and this helped others put up with Craig Mathtism. People say that if Mulk and Gole had not been such admirable Halfings Craig would not be alive today.
Grew up being infatuated with Rienanna Farenbrooke, every week once a night he Craig Strom Mathtism would sneak out trying to catch a glimpse of Rienanna, he knew her story and seemed to be attracted by her despair. However once she left for the Cloud Temple Craig seemed to have moved on but with her leave a part of him followed, Craig began to fall corrupt and his motives became more and more sinister with every passing day. Craig left his home at 13 and followed Rienanna Farenbrooke for he believed that her sight would cure his sinister thoughts. As he expected it did, yet he still did not have the courage to approach her, seeing Rienanna with Lorna crushed his sprit for she seemed happy. Craig Mathtism soon realized that he was attracted to despair, and that deep down his evil intentions were not by Rienanna ignoring him, but by his true dark soul. Craig Storm Mathtism is was known to be a corrupted child. Recently entering the age of 30 Craig seemed to have left behind his evil intention’s, many believe this however there is rumors that he has just gotten better at his guilty pleasure, Craig tends to cause havoc by practical pranks and occasionally moving others valuable items- yet never stealing them, despite his father’s dwarfren greed his intentions are not designed to make himself better off. His soul purpose for stealing is entertainment.
[b]Ambitions for the Future:[/b]
Craig Storm Mathtism ambitions are clouded for his soul goal is to rebel. Craig does seem to follow a few guidelines: Mischief over Confrontation; never take the mud path, for footprints can be traced; never truly trust anything. He loves what the “The Black Hand” stand for, and intends to join them some day.
Personality:[/b] mean to the evil, yet nice to the pure, twofaced, ill-tempered, witty, manipulative, logical, smart, unmotivated, backwards.
[b]Skills: [/b]is great at identifying allegorical things in life, manipulative, smart, theft, daggers, very fast, can climb
Appearance http://screencast.com/t/E8yYJVxam
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b]
he seems normal, but thinks sinster.
[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: Craig Storm Mathtism follows the hooded man and notices that he is having trouble clarifying the best route to the palace, Craig begins to yell at the guards in the window and notifies them that a hooded man, in the opposite direction sending them on a wild goose chase and giving the hooded man access to the palace
[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 armor and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b]
Answer: Craig Storm Mathtism neutrally approaches the two bandits and leads them off into the Rocky’s convincing them that he needs aid in order to recover a chest of much more value than this old mans cottage, once fifty miles away Craig flees from his followers and gives the Old Man enough time to pack up and leave, Craig escapes due to his swiftness.
[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:
Mercent: you there, Halfling see anything that catchs your dwarf blood’s attention?
Craig: that *points to the shoes*
Mercent: 190 minas but for you, and sense we share a halfing nature- 150 minas
Craig: aye’ but lassy, you see you and I share the same livein’ and you and I both know they go for 100 minas (knows the price on them are 120 minas, however the mercent is looking to sell out and will take what he get)
Mercent: you drive a hard bargain there brother, but ey’ accept your terms.
I choose the boots because Craig tends to sprint more often then walk, and his feet is one of his most valuable possessions.
Minecraft Username: Tripstor/ Skylord_Garrett
Age: 13
Time Zone: U.S.A. EST
Did you read the rules: Yes I have read and understand the rules.
Do you have any roleplaying experience: I played on another Lord of the Rings server but left when the staff became abusive. I once played on this roleplay server dedicated to Percy Jackson and the same deal happened there.
Where did you hear about us: From planetminecraft but I also recall seeing a video showcasing the server but then forgot to check it out.
Did you read the lore: Yes I have read the Dwarven lore and agree to stay true to it and not to alter it in any way shape or form.
Define the following:
In Character Information:
Full Name: Kilin Falkreath
Age: 18
Past: Well, my mum and dad worked as blacksmiths. As a boy I loved to play with the swords and hammers they crafted. One day while I was swinging a small dagger a man approached my pa, I didn’t know what to do. The man pulled out a knife and stabbed my father. My mother runs out screaming but the man grabs her and drags her into my house, locking the door behind him. I bash on the door hearing her screams carry on for roughly 30 minutes. I hide in a barrel outside of my house waiting for the man to walk out. I heard the door creak open and the hooded man stepped out, his dagger covered in blood. I clutch the dagger I was playing with and leap out of the barrel and stab the man in the chest. He pulls out the knife and throws me into a wall. As he approaches with a sword and dagger drawn I reach for a hammer my pa used for crafting armor and swing it over my head, hitting the man in the skull. He falls backwards his head hitting the ground with a thud. My heart was racing faster than a elven horse running from a orc, things started going blurry and then everything went black.
I wake up in a dark room with moss-covered walls. I glance around at my surroundings and spot a cage. I huddle in a corner and cry to myself until a man comes to take me out of the cell. He starts asking questions about my parents and who the man dead man was on my doorstep. I answered the questions as best I could. Then the man asked why he was at my house and I told him I had no clue. I couldn’t hold back the tears as they streamed down my face, filled with lost memories of my mother tucking me in and my father lifting me into the air smiling at me. The man lets me go and I started hunting criminals for a living.
Ambitions for the future: Kilin hopes to one day find out why his parents were murdered.
Personality: Kilin stays to himself most of the time, working alone as a young bounty hunter is difficult and can be frustrating when it comes to finding people so he is a very hardened young man.
Appearance:
http://imgur.com/QAaPSD1
Skills: Kilin is able to wield bows with great precision and skill. He is a skilled unarmed fighter and is decent with a sword. However he is best at crafting weapons and armor.
Open Response Questions:
1. I question the odds of me crossing the bridge safely and decide otherwise. I call down a team of dwarves to help create a small but stable bridge to the deposit to obtain the diamonds.
2. As I see the boy he reminds me of myself after my parents passed, the loneliness was barely manageable for myself. Then one of the men who has been watching him also starts approaching him with a weapon I swiftly walk over to him, “You have to come with me young man, there is no time to explain.” As I am walking out of the tavern one of the men lunges at me with his knife, I deflect the blow with my right gauntlet and punch him with the left. The man who had attacked me fell to the ground with half of his face looking deformed. I glance behind my shoulder and see his companion holding the boy who was crying with a knife on his neck.
“Put down that dagger…” I ask of the man with a worried look on my face
“Why should I? I could make good money by selling him to the Doomforged.” He replies, pushing the knife into the boy’s throat just enough to let blood trickle out.
“You leave me no choice…” I throw a rock at the man’s hand and pick up his fallen comrade’s knife. I toss it at the man, the knife goes into his eye and he falls to the floor crying. I pull out the knife and finish the job.
3. I think logically for a moment about what is going on, I am in a dark, underground cavern, mining completely alone, and there happens to be a dwarf holding ale and offering me some with a large grin on his face. I turn on my heel and sprint out of the mine with the minerals I had collected.
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: killer7654
How old are you?: I am 14 years of age almost 15.
Time-Zone: Standard Eastern Time Zone
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: I have both read and agreed to the rules and promise to fallow them.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have been on many role playing servers, one example is A'therys.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: A long time ago I was watching potatoorgy play it on youtube, and have ever since been wanting to try it out.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthe...st-application/, http://www.lordofthe...n-dwarf-roglin/, http://www.lordofthe...mpt-killer7654/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): I will do so imediatly after posting this.
Have you read the Dwarven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: I have read the dwarven lore, and will make use of it.
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: When one changes themself to fit in someone elses or something elses shoes.
Meta-gaming: To use the information that you have OOC and to use it IC
Power-emoting: To Role Play in a way that involves another being, and not letting that being have a chance to respond of confirm anythng.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Roglin Egleraster
Current Age: (19-Human years) (76-Dwarven years)
Sub-race (if any): N/a
Clan (if any): N/a
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):[/b]
Roglin was born inside a dark cavern deep underground, his parents were mining together hoping to sell what they could dig up. Roglins mom was pregnant with him at the time, and he was almost due. Roglins father turned around for only a split second when he hears a scream, his wife is cornered by a Endermen, and the shock makes her water break. His father kills the ender but not before the Endermen kills his wife, but luckily the baby was already born and on the ground crying, not knowing what to do Roglins father runs off in shock and disbelief, for what would seems like enterity but was just a few hours the baby stayed down there untill a dwarf by the name of Gronder walked by only to notice blood on the floor and a faint cry, he turns the corner to find a dead dwarf and a small baby with blue eyes and red hair on the ground, he dicides to take the baby knowing that it isnt a good place for it to be any longer. For three years he puts up sighns waiting for the parents or any type of family to come by and pick him up untill Gronder dicides that the parents will not come back and that he needs to take care of little Roglin him self.
Gronder was a skilled blacksmith and an even better miner, as soon as Roglin was strong enough to hold a bar of iron and a pickaxe Gronder started training him. Roglin trained and trained and trained untill he was considered an even more skilled dwarf than Gronder, Roglin may have been very talented dwarf but he was never interested in the art of smithing and mining, his mind was set on noblity and the art of good grammer, and manners. Unlike most dwarves he loved reading and he loved the adventures that he could put himself into with the simple turn of a page Gronder new of this and supported Roglin of his decisions. Gronder and Roglin loves each other more than anything in the world. But a bit of knowledge was kept form Roglin, that Gronder was not his parent and that Roglins family never actually showed up to claim him, so when Roglin finally turned 18 Gronder told him everything. Roglin was outraged but still understood why this was kept from him. He knew that if Gronder had told him this information before that he would have left. But shadowed by rage Roglin makes a drastick move and leaves in the midst of night without saying good by, without leaving a note, without a second thought, and dicides to never look back.
Ambitions for the Future: Roglin want to prove that he is a better dwarf than his father was, and seeks to become a great dwarven clan leader, while also also raising a family himself.
Personality: Roglin is very hardy in the mind and stuburn, but is kind at heart, and is easliy tempted by bad decisions.
Skills: Roglin is a skilled miner and blacksmith, but would rather be a dwarf of great knowledge and to be proper.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): http://imageshack.us...0314172943.png/
Any other details you wish to share about your character: He is easily distracted but not detered easily.
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 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?
Answer:My character would look around seeing if there are any other threats around. After confirming it he moves slowly along the ridge, while throwing rocks at the ground infront of him making sure that it is stable. Once he gets to the diamonds he relizes that they are to presious to mine with the risk of them falling down, so he makes a makeshift platform for them to fall on. After collecting all of them he runs home to share the juels with his kin.
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 scoot myself over to the young dwarf hoping that it would deter the shady dwarves, once I notice that it has not worked I wisper into the young dwarfs ear "Eh there be two lads comin over here one with a knife" The young dwarf replies " I have noticed but I am to scared to move" Knowing that there is nothing to say to make the young dwarf move, my instinks tell me to confront the shady lookin dwarves. I walk up to the one with the knife making sure that I leave enough space between him and me, I ask him "Eh laddy dont be making and bad decisions that that there knife of yours. Looking around nervously he replies " It is my buisness and my buisness only so get out of the way. He walks past me but I get infront of him again, this time I say if you dont stop I will make you, looking even more nervious than last time his face gets red and I notice that there are some wondering eyes around the bar. Some of them say, " Go home or we will make ya" Scared of what might come the two shady dwarves dash out of the bar. Feeling accomplished I turn around to talk to the young dwarf but he is already gone.
[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?
Answer:Not on a mission of any sort I greet the bar-owner and ask him for the stronget of what hes got he replies " Strongest of what I got all of it will make ya fall over in an instant" Liking the atitude of the bar owner I tell him to give me what he thinks is the best. After a small wait he comes out with a big pint of bubaly goodness, and he says "Its on the house" I chug the drink down and while in my beligerence I order an other, and then another, until I didnt know which way was up. Barely being able to speak I ask the bar-owner if he had a place for a drunk dwarf to stay, He replies "There be a bench around the corner" I thank him for his kindness and stumble out of the bar and over to the bench and quickly fall asleep.
BlackAce111/ Roq Loni Dwarf Application
[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b]
Minecraft Account Name:BlackAce111
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone: Central
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Aurora Craft and several other servers
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: MinecraftServers.net
Have you read the Dwarven 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: To take on the image, personality, and traits of a made up character.
Meta-gaming: It is the use of info not learned in game/in character to your advantage IE: using anything to your advantage learned in ooc chat;
Power-emoting: Forcing someone to do something giving them no consent
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Rok Loni
Current Age: 50
Sub-Race: Mountain Dwarf
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):[/b] Roq was born to a small, nomadic family of two. They were constantly looking for ways to make money but were always poor. Roq saw how much trouble his parents went through to provide for the family and vowed to become a great merchant and eventually provide for his parents. They settled down for a while in a small village; At the time Roq was 20 and his parents gave up the few things they had to send him to a good school. He stayed their for 20 years and became very learned. However, at the age of 43, 3 years after he graduated, his parents died to a fire.
After searching for two years for a job that fit him well, he found an apprenticeship under a well know engineer. After 5 years, of hard work for the engineer, he began to lust for more money, that he might live a life of luxury. He lived another 5 unsteady years with the engineer, learning the arts of his trade. Then one night he just upped and left without a single word. He went out into the world with his meager belongings, and followed his young born dream of becoming the wealthiest merchant in all the lands. And this is where his story pick up today.
Ambitions for the Future: To become the wealthiest merchant in all the lands.
Personality:Not quick to fight but will if necessary, Know-it-all, Stands up for those who can’t, Loves meat and dark ale, Honest, Trustworthy, Hardworking, Inteligent, Polite
Skills: Decent at constructing things; Good at persuading people to buy things
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/1119686/123-dwarf-with-axe/
[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 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: You think to yourself seeing them,” If I am ever going to become rich... then I will have to take risks...” You decide that this is one challenge you will take. You carefully walk along the edge of the ravine and reach the bridge without much effort. You shrug off your bag and take out some rocks that you were going to sell. In total, they weighed about the same as you do. You toss them all onto the center of the bridge and wait for a reaction... Although the bridge once looked unstable, you now realize that it is strong enough to hold your body weight. You throw some more rocks at the others, and knock them all off making sure there is no extra weight. You place all of your extra gear except your pick on the ground and begin to cross the bridge. You get to the deposit and mine as many as you can and head back to the bridge. You toss the bag of diamonds across and head back across the bridge to your gear. You grab it all and think to yourself that the diamonds will be a good start to becoming a merchant. Right as you leave you see a glint of metal and the glint of two cold eyes. You pay no heed, but instead head up to your favorite tavern.
[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:You here crying and turn to your right. Sitting there is a small dwarf with a wooden hammer. You take a swig of your dark ale and put your hand on his head. He swings around quickly, his face full of fear. He closes his eyes and begins to hit you with his small toy hammer, but to no effect. You grab his hand lightly and stop him. You then smile and say to him,” Peace laddy, peace. I don’t mean ya no harm.” The boy opens his eyes and takes a once over of you, “Your not one of them...” You reply,” One of who mate?” He answers looking around,” The merchants.. I... I stole this un toy from them.” He spots them walking over and points saying,” Them uns over thar.” You look around and reply,” Them? Ah well let me take care of this lad. Just stay right her’.” You walk over to the two approaching men holding the hammer in your hand. You ask if it is theirs and they reply yes. Then you tell them you will give them a diamond you recently mined if they will leave the child alone and another for the hammer. They agree and you head back to the boy and give him the hammer. You give him a stern talk about how bad stealing is and send him on his way. After another hour of light drinking, you head out with your pack two diamonds and some coins less heavy. Out of the corner of your eyes you see a man with stone white eyes get up and follow you out.
[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: After leaving the tavern, you walk in a round about fashion, watching the man, in the corner of your eyes. He seems to be following you and you turn around eventually to confront him. “How may I help you sir?” you inquire. He replies holding out a pint of light ale,” I saw what you did for that child back ther’ and I was wishin to give ya a bit ofs a reward of such.” He nods to the ale. As he does so you see a glint of metal on his back and a memory of your time in the mines flashes to your head. You wonder if maybe this man is after your diamonds?! You pretend to ponder his offer for a few moments and then take the drink. You pretend to drink some but instead drop a small pebble into the drink and watch it. It dissolves quickly showing how toxic the drink is. You toss the drink away and pull out a dagger. He looks flabbergasted and stammers,” But how... that should ‘ave killed ya!” You respond calmly,” I know it was poisoned so I didn’t drink it. Now I suggest you go on your way or I may have to use this thing.” He runs off as you think to yourself,” I don’t like light ale anyways.” He walk home alert the whole time, but get home with no further incidents. You go to sleep after a long day, several diamonds richer and that much closer to becoming the greatest merchant of them all.
Out-Of-Character Information
Main Account Name: Pinsir99
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone: EST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Manly I played on this server for a few months.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Minecarft Forum
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/84125-denieddark-elf-pinsir99s-application/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? : Yes I have
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 the LotC lore extensively.
Definitions
Role-playing: When you basically put on the shoes of your character and take on their personality and live the life of that character, without using outside information not obtained by your character.
Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is when you take information not learned or told in RP and use it for your benefit or use it at all in RP. Also if you were in a dispute with someone outside RP you should not bring that fight inside RP.
Power-emoting: Power-emoting (Also know as power'gaming) Is when your character uses or does something that they can not do or abuses the emote system to do something that they cannot do or before someone can react to your first statement or emote.
In-Character Information:
Full Name: Vierna Maerron
Current Age: 19
Race: Elf
Sub-race (if any): Dark Elf
History:
Ever since she was a child she was raised by two loving parents. Her father always wanted a son so when she was old enough to hold a bow he started to teach her to live off the land. For years she would go hunting with her father and her life was a hard but simple life, she enjoyed being around nature most of her life. But then it all changed. After a night of hunting with her father they were attacked. Vierna never had a chance to see the attacker, but she knew that the scream coming from her right was from the death of her father. She ran, like she had never ran before, l knowing that she was the only hope of providing for her mother. She rushed inside the house expecting to see her mother cooking dinner or tanning leather from the the night before's kill, but she was not there. After scrambling over everything in her house try to find her, she found her body. Dead. Her mother and father both dead. She could not believe it. Everything she had known is gone. She quickly went to grab her father's quarterstaff, which she had become proficient in her short life, from under her father bed, she then quickly scrambled over to her desk, knowing the bandits might not be far behind, she looked quickly to see if any of her fathers books or scrolls had survived the ransacking of her house. All gone but his journal, she quickly grabbed it, grabbed a handful of dried venison and ran out the door, looking for the road her father always told her to stay away from.
She saw a lantern swinging next tot an ox drawn cart. She was not sure that unexpected visitors would be welcome on the dwarvern trading caravan, so she quickly snuck on top of the main wagon and after hours of waiting, finally fell asleep. She was wakened suddenly when she heard a gruff voice speak broken elven, she was barely able to regain her senses when she was tossed to the ground with large metal boot keeping her down. Her limited studies hindered her ability to understand them, but she was able to get a general idea of what they were saying. They thought she was a thief. She tried to explain to them her predicament but they would not listen. After spending a night in what she though was a jail, the was tossed out of what looked like a city, at least what she thought one looked like. She stared mystified by the great city. But she knew she had to go, or risk further confrontation. She started off the other way looking in her pack. They were respectful enough to leave her bow, quarterstaff, and a note. It read "From a friend of the elves", below it there was enough food to last her a trip to the elven city. She started off knowing this luck will not last. She was not hindered by the death of her family, but she wondered if the god her father believed in existed, and if it did, why would it let something like this happen? But she continued, knowing her father would want something better for her. She trudged through rain, snow, and lightning, with the memory of her parents driving her on, never giving up...
Ambitions for the Future: She hopes to understand what her father believed in, but continues to live off the land on her trip to her kin's city, slowly reading through her fathers journal, thinking it might be something more.
Personality:She trusts people to heavily, but is resilient and trustworthy herself. Living in seclusion has caused her to be very naive and clueless, she is not the brightest elf.
Skills:She is proficient with the bow and a novice with the quarterstaff, she is good at Cooking but never liked the idea of farming.
Appearance: Tall for a dark elf with long white/silver hair. Her eyes are like purple lavender orbs, an inner fire can be seen when looking at her. She likes to wear looser fitting clothes so she doesn't burden herself when trying to catch prey.
Open-Response-Questions
1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of High Elves are mocking a small Wood Elf child. How do you react?
Answer: Vierna slowly approaches from behind a tree, she silently observes the mocking, not truly understanding what is going on. After figuring out that the small elf does not like the way the other elves are treating her, Vierna moves in next to the child, after putting her arm around the child's shoulder Vierna says with authority, "Are you bothering this child?", At first the other elves laugh thinking that such a young elf could do anything to stop them. Realizing this, Vierna walks off again back into the tree line. After another minute of observing, she knocks an arrow and takes aim at the tree directly behind the tallest elf. She looses the arrow and it lands right behind the elf. After seeing the shocked expression of the elves and after seeing one of the closest elves sprint off, she knows that her work is done and that the child will be safe, she strides off back into the forest.
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: After watching for a while, she realizes that the man will not get back up alone, she quickly and quietly moves to collect the coins, and places them back into the pouch, after propping the man up next to a tree, gives him a bit of water and leaves a small bit of her food next to him, knowing that she still needs food to finish her journey knowing that she can not do much more for the old man, she continues off into the shadows of the tress.
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?
Answer: As she walks up the the cart, she tries to stand taller, but clumsily trips on a root of a nearby tree, making a fool of herself. After walking up the the now laughing trader, she asks what it will cost for enough food to last a few days. Knowing that the elf seems desperate, he starts off at a very high price of 20 minas. knowing she cannot afford that, she tries to lower the price to 9 minas, she begs desperately, the trader responds by raising it to 25 minas or she will have to go hungry. She takes out her bow and knowing that she is likely to catch more that she could buy, strides off into the forest, hoping for the game to be abundant at this type of year, knowing that the winter snow will drive many away.
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Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: TheCoolOneMC
How old are you?:14, soon turning 15.
Time-Zone: 1+, Norwegian
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I agree and understand all the rules.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I am currently playing on several RP servers.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:From the "more player model mod" forum page at Minecraft forum.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: To many, this is just a few of them
http://www.lordofthe...on/#entry601986
http://www.lordofthe...f-thecoolonemc/
http://www.lordofthe...mc/#entry704319
http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/81898-elf-thecoolonemc/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yep
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: I swear in the name of father Malin that I will.
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Roleplaying is that you act as you were the character. If you want to say something that hasn't with roleplaying to do, please use the OOC chat.
Meta-gaming: Meta gaming is when you take information that you have gotten from the outside of the game, and uses it in game while your character were not supposed to know it. Example: If you tell me that it is a secret room in a castle that my character shouldn't know about, and I uses that information to my advantage. Then i would have done Meta-Gaming
Power-emoting:Power Emoting is a act who "forces" someone else to do something, or don't give the a change to react back. Example 1: -Jon Swiped his sword at Peter, Peter died of heart attack when seeing the sword. Example 2: Jon Swiped his sword at Peter, Peter got struck in the hear and died.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Ryosuke Chaosbreath,or Ryo for short. (From a online name generator.)
Current Age: 56, but soon turning 57
Sub-race (if any): Dark Elf
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
My mom and dad were both born in Haelun'or. The life where hard for Dark elf's there, so they decided to move to Normandor. In Normandor they got Three childs. A girl, A boy and then me! I don't know much about before i got born, but here is my life at-least!
I were born in a family consisting of me, my mother and father,my sister and my brother. We lived all happily in Normandor until my my father decided that we had to move to Haelun'or because of my sick grandma, this were when I were around three years old. So my father bough us into Haelun'or where my grandma where. Haelun'or were awful for us Dark elf's, we had to live at the worst place in the city! As a kid I got bullied for being a Dark Elf, I always though that the real reason they bullied me were because of jealousy of my fathers money.
My father often tried to buy me friends, I though this was ridiculous and always declined. He also tried to make me a real man in hope of geting me friends, he gave me a sword, a bow and some arrows. It didn't work, even after six years of training. I got good at it, but the elves didn't care if i were more man than the king himself. I locked myself in my room crying myself to sleep, until i saw a book on the floor. I didn't have anything better to do, so I began reading. It were a book about Malin, I though the stories were so interesting that i stopped caring about the mocking. I found something I though were greater then friends at that time, wisdom! I used most of my time studying folk lore instead of trying to get friends after that, this led to me being one of the smartest kid's around that part of the town.
I always found great things to read in my fathers bookshelf, it were kind of the only thing I could do without getting mocked by high elves. The only thing that made me stay in that horrible place were one thing, my grandma. I loved grandma over everything, if she only lived a bit longer... The clothes I'm using now, were the reason she died... I wanted this at my birthday, she were going to stay at a rest home, but went out to buy this for me. She died of a heart attack right after she bough it for me, if she only were at the rest home, then they could have saved her. I always blamed myself for her death.
I left the city after grandma died. I tough about what to do with my life? After a lot of thinking I found out that I would see the world! So here I am, going out to see the world for real, and not only from a book.
Ambitions for the Future: To find friends or even someone to love. See the world and find my destiny
Personality:He is actually a funny guy even though Ryou may seem kind of boring, kind of strange that he didnt have any friends. Strong mental, weak physic. Can handle a sword well even though he's week.
Skills: Sword,Maths,Lore and over average at bow.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Attached
Any other details you wish to share about your character: Attached photo. The Clothes is the one his grandma got him before she died. He has blue hair, something who is quite rare for dark elf's. Green eyes, Normal sized elf ears.
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 High Elves are mocking a small Wood Elf child. How do you react?
Answer:
I walked up to them and asked carefully what they are doing? The first elf walked up to me and said, "Nothing you need to care about, you filthy Dark elf!". The elves were still just a kid, so I got surprised and asked, "What did you just call me?". The Elf answered in a rough voice and said "Can't you see, we are busy". A second elf who looked like he were more of a sidekick replied and said, "Yeah just go away you stupid Dark Elf!". I looked up at the little wood elf and asked why they were bothering him. He wouldn't answer, just looked at me with some afraid eyes. The fist High elf looked at him with scary looking eyes and said "He owes us money". The little wood elf stood up and said, "No that's not true". The second High elf punched the wood elf and said, "Be quiet when he's talking to you". I started screaming, "Stop! Don't you see that he is hurt". The first elf begun to laugh and said, "And what will yo u do about it?". I made begged the elf about letting him go, he replied me and said; "Then pay us!". "How much..." I asked. The elf said 200, something that were almost all my money. I handed over a small pouch to the elf, hoping that he would leave. The little wood elf shouted out, "No! Don't do it". The second elf kicked the little elf and told him to shout up. The first elf laughed and said, "You are so stupid, do you really think we will stop!". The elves ran away with the pouch laughing and screaming, "You are so stupid!". I waited went down to the little elf laying on the round after being kicked and said, "You are alright now". The elf were crying small tears who he were trying to hide. I asked him, "What is it boy?". He replied with a small voice who I could barely hear, "They took your money, and its my fault". I laughed a bit and said, "Don't worry, I didn't give them a single coin". The elf looked at me surprised and said, "What, but how?". "I gave them some rocks I found". the elf looked more and more puzzled on me and asked, "Why did you carry rocks with you?". I told him that I used that it were something I learned from being bullied my whole life. He asked me, "Really, did you get bullied to?". I answered and said, "Yes, but you have to do what I didn't try, get friends...". He looked puzzled again and asked, "How did you know that I didn't have any friends". I told him about how bullies goes after the weak one who hasn't any friends, and if he gets friends then the problems might be solved. We talked for many hours until it became night. I told him that I had to go for now and that we maybe would see each other again one day.
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 walked up to the man cheeking if hes okay, "Look like he fainted, I need to find a place for him to rest". I'm lifting up the man so I can carry him to a place for him to rest, the man is lighter then expected. I gazed up a small hill where I can see a house ,"Oh, a house!". There is smoke coming out of the chimney so there was properly someone there. I followed a small road up the hill while carrying the man with all my powers. Some people would say it were easy, but not for me! I managed to get up after a while. I knocked on the door while screaming, "Is someone home?". The door opened, there was a old lady standing in the door. She said, "Hello there, can I help you?". I showed her the man and said, "Can you please help him, he fainted at the road and needs help". She replied by saying, "oh dear, come in and i shall see what I can do". I carried the man inside and laid him down on a bed. The woman asked me if i knew him or if I were just passing bye. I replied and said, "No, I just happen to be there". "Well I can help him for now. please rest you look tired after carrying him up here. What she said were true, I were indeed tired. So I laid down to rest for bit, while she took care of the man. The man was better after a time, he were soon ready to go. He went up to the lady and said, "I have to thank you, who knows what would happened to me if you weren't there". The lady smiled and said, "No it is he you should thank, he were the one finding you". The man waled up to me an said with a nice and cam voice, "Thank you my friend, I owe you a great favor". I smiled back and said, "Its nothing, just trying to do the best". The man got up and said, "Well I think I have to go now, see you soon". I walked up to the man and requested to help him. He accepted gladly, so we went down to were he fainted. I saw some money laying on the ground, I picked them up and asked, "Are these yours?" He smiled and said, "Yes, seems like I lost them while I fell". I handed the man the money and asked if he could manage himself from here, he said yes and were on his way to wherever he were supposed to go. I waved my hand and left while I screamed, "goodbye!". He replied and screamed back, "See you later!"
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 walked up to the merchant and asked him, "So what do you have". The trader answered with a big grin and said, "What is it that I don't have!". I smiled back and asked him if he had potions. He pointed at a small bow and said, "Yes indeed! Just look at that price". I looked through carriage in hopes of finding something he doesn't sell, I couldn't find any weapons so I asked "What about weapons?". He laughed and said: "Why shouldn't I!". He took out a large box who had many weapons in it and laughed some more. I took a new loom to make sure that i were right this time, "Well I cant seem to find any dye either". "Take a look at this", the trader took out a bag full of many colorful dyes. the trader couldn't stop laughing at me and said "Do you believe me now, its nothing you can't find my shop!". I started to believe him, there was nothing I couldn't find; So i decided to buy something. I saw through the carriage to see if I could find a good book, there were specially one I though were interesting. The book were a book about the great Malin and hes adventures, I remember reading it as a child. I asked him for the price, he said " I think that goes for 50!". The high prize surprised me so I decided to see if I could haggle it down, "I don't see any reason to pay more then 35 for this old book". He responded the same way and said, "What about 40". I still though it were to high so I continued, "37, I don't see any reasons for you to not sell it for that prize". He took the price down to 39 in hopes of me accepting. I told him that 38 would be good enough for me and he agreed. He smiled and said, "So then we agree?". I replied and said "Yes, that's fine for me". I said goodbye, payed for the book and left. Only to see him again next day to repeat the same thing again.
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: riengo
How old are you?: 16.
Time-Zone: EST.
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Indubitably.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: 3 MC servers, Ruined World, Shrines of the Ancients, and Year 2065. As well as extensive text only RP.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Found it myself.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: This page
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Done so.
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: To take on the life of a character and live out their actions as they would. Not sure how to give an example for this, but... Bob joins a server, a regular guy. He applies, however, as a noble and grand knight, even though he doesn't act that way in real life. On the server, he always acts as this knight, helping those in need, et cetera.
Meta-gaming: To take knowledge from out of character, and then use it in character (usually to your benefit). For instance, you are walking in the woods, and suddenly a bandit appears. He demands you to give up your money. You are in a skype call, however, with friends, and you tell them to come to where you are. Your friends metagame, by randomly heading straight to the forest, even though they'd never do that in character, to save you. It ruins good RP, and breaks the immersion completely.
Power-emoting: Roleplaying without giving the other person a chance to respond, like instantly decapitating someone. In more detail, Bob, once a great knight, has fallen and become evil. Someone in the streets has a funny face, so Bob decides to kill him. He walks up to him, not even saying "Hi!", and goes: *Bob takes his sword and cuts the man's throat*
[b]In-Character Information:[/b]
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Sebastian Zachary Theodore
Current Age: 21.
Sub-race (if any): Nope.
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Sebastian was born to a baker, who was the son of a baker who was the son of a baker. Naturally, he was expected to carry on the tradition. Actually, growing up he was extremely excited. After all, who wouldn't want to be surrounded by sweets and delicious food all day? However, he soon learned that you didn't really get to eat any of the food, and had to do boring stuff like haggle with customers. So, for a while, he lost interest. As a child, he was very well-mannered, which made him lots of friends... With girls. He tended to be shunned by the guys for his non-confrontational nature, though he learned to hide it by his teen years.
Speaking of his teen years, this was when Sebastian's father began to crack down on him. He forced Sebastian into the role of a baker as fast as he could. Life was rather boring up until this point, they being simple folk who only knew the general gist of the law. Sebastian never had an extensive education, he was exclusively trained to be a baker. Of course, he resented it at first, but he actually found that he enjoyed baking quite a bit. However, it was just baking.
You see, though Sebastian enjoyed the act of baking, he hated the business side of things. There were so many laws and regulations and restrictions and loopholes that he sometimes got dizzy just thinking about them. Half the time he didn't want to get up in the morning because he knew he'd be working the counter that day. Of course, it's not always that bad, most customers are the poor simply buying bread. Yet with the richer customers came more complications.
He had to make sure he didn't "pressure" or "coerce" them into a deal, give them a fair prince, and make sure they pay the full price up front, because with only paying part of the price brings a WHOLE new dimension to selling. And don't even get him started onto selling his baked goods to the slaves whose masters send them to buy things...
Finally, in his recent years, Sebastian has decided that he likes being a baker so much, and not dealing with people so much, that he's decided to be the best and he has set off for the Vale, where he heard Halflings had new, delicious, and interesting baking techniques that could make him better. And more secluded. Any money he finds each month he still sends back to his father, though he did leave with his blessing. His father was proud of Sebastian's advancement, and was happy of him trying to better himself, but also has made Sebastian swear and oath to come home and take over the bakery in case anything happens to him.
Though Sebastian is still looking for permanent housing in the Vale, he is confident that if he looks long and hard enough, he'll find it. Of course, that optimism won't last for long, so recently he has increasing his searching for a house fervently.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] To become the greatest baker of all time, and to be world-famous.
Personality:[/b] Sebastian, as his name would suggest, is rather prissy by human standards. He does all he can to avoid conflict, which is why he fits in with Halflings a great deal. However, despite his avoiding conflict, his close friends know he has a lovable, but slightly dark sense of humor. The main thing separating him from his neighbors is his delusion that he will become the greatest cook in the lands. He really does enjoy baking all the item, he usually simply bakes to forget his troubles. Like his neighbors, he loves a good story, but when he tells them he often can go a bit far, even inserting himself into the stories.
Skills:[/b] He is an excellent baker, and not half bad with a frying pan when in a fight. Of course, that never happens.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] Sebastian is a rather average-looking man, 6 foot 1 inches, not skinny, but also not quite fat yet. He has long black hair, which he tends to keep under his white hat, yet some still wildly creeps out and goes to mid-back. He wears a long-sleeved wooly light brown shirt, with a leather vest over it. He tucks the shirt in with a simple black belt. He wears pants the same shade of brown as his shirt, and wears leather boots.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] Greatness comes from the strangest places...
[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: Sebastian, terrified of this strange man, nearly falls over when he spots him. The city people sure are strange... Suddenly, Sebastian has an epiphany. What if he actually was going to do something wrong? I mean, he might be innocent and not doing anything, but... When he notices that the man is going towards the palace, but that there are guards nearby, he freezes up but soon makes up his mind. Not very confidently, but still. He lets out a slight stutter, "G-gaurds..." Yet the guards haven't noticed him yet. Then, "Guards! There's a guy in a cloak!" Most of the guards laugh at this strange man, but one of them notices the figure, and runs after him.
[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: Sebastian heard the bandits from quite a way off. "Alright old man, we need a... Place to stay, see?" The old man shook his head and looked down. The second bandit cried out, "Do you know WHY we're hidin' in this forest oldie? You don't even want to know the things we've done to be out here! So I'd KINDLY suggest you move outta the way before," The bandit drew a second sword, "Someone gets hurt!" Sebastian felt even more disheartened at these words. The old man kept his wavering blade up, however. Then Sebastian, trembling, takes a few steps to the bandits. Suddenly, they turn around, spotting Sebastian. They burst out laughing when they see how much his blade is trembling, and his paltry leather armor. They take a few steps towards Sebastian, in their heavy gear... Suddenly, Sebastian throws the sword at one of their feet in surrender. Someone, in a one in a million chance, the bandit actually trips on it! The other is too dumbfounded by the... Well, dumbness of his compatriot. In a heartbeat Sebastian runs, grabbing the feeble old man's hand as he goes. He hears the screams of the bandits behind him as he keeps running away from the bandits...
[b]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).[/b]
Answer: Sebastian peruses the cooking goods that the small man has. He's a bit underwhelmed, to be perfectly honest. There weren't many cooking goods, besides a couple of basic pots and pans. One of them, a seemingly normal traveling cooking pot, caught his eye. It seemed to be lighter than the others, when he picked it up. The shopkeeper's face spread into a huge grin, as Balthazar examined it. "Aaaah, I see you have a discerning eye! That right there is a true beauty of cookware." Sebastian looked curiously at him, "What is it? It seems so light." The man replied, "A pot made of... The finest, purest... Mithril!"
".... What?" The man looked shocked, "You don't know what mithril is!? Why, the lightest, but strongest substance on this planet! That pot wouldn't smash if you hit it with your strongest sword!" Sebastian's eyes widened, "Really?" The man nodded sagely. "All for around 700 minas! Of course, you can negotiate as much as you want." Sebastian's mouth nearly dropped at that price-tag. He was about to exclaim that it was ridiculous, but... Well, he had just enough, and the pot was so light, and high-quality... He'll try to drive the price down a bit. "I'll take it, but for no more than 300 minas!" The merchant rubbed his hands together, "Come now, I have to make a living! 600 minas- Wait, I like you, and it's only a pot I suppose. 500 Minas. I'm sure you will enjoy the pot immensely!" Sebastian accepted this. After he had sold the pot to Sebastian, and Sebastian was walking away, he noticed that the merchant was packing up his stall... It wasn't until he dropped in on the road out of the city that Sebastian noticed the pot... Dented, on the ground. "GRRRAGH!"
[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: cheddercheez
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone: UTC (England)
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I haven't had much experience in role-play because I haven't found a good, strict role-play server.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I found this server when i searched strict role-play servers into google.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthe...on/#entry723459
http://www.lordofthe...on/#entry723461
http://www.lordofthe...c-cheddercheez/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yes
Have you read the Orcish 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: When you play a character you have created in a fictional land.
Meta-gaming: When you use out of game information/resources to affect decisions.
Power emoting: When you say something that can't be stopped. e.g Bob cut off Jim's head. Instead you could say Bob hacked at Jim's head to give Jim a chance to block it.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Ariad Du Charn
Current Age: 19
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Ariad was a proud member of the ugluk clan. On his 14th birthday he went for a walk out of the Orcish capitol into the harsh deserts. After an hour of walking he came across a hole in the ground. it was about six meters deep and 9 meters across. Sitting at the bottom was a young orc who couldn't have been over the age of 6. When Ariad came to the edge of the pit he noticed the orc was crying. "What's wrong?" Ariad said in the calmest voice possible.
"They're coming" Replied the young orc
"What?" asked Ariad "Who's coming?" Ariad glanced around, Now worried. He turned back around just in time to see an arrow sprout from the child's neck. Ariad turned fists raised in the vague direction the arrow came from to see a tall man with flowing blonde hair dart over the dunes, far more elegantly than an orc could ever hope to. An Elf. Ariad dropped to his knees. If he had reacted just a little bit faster he could have saved the boy, Or at least gotten revenge. It was his fault.
Ariad kept thinking about this for 4 months. He eventually began to think he was useless. He began to have thoughts. Suicidal thoughts. And he very nearly hacked his own arm off with his axe ,Iron storm, but that was when he met marysia. She was the most beautiful orc Ariad had ever seen. Marysia and Ariad became great friends. Marysia taught Ariad the basics of archery in exchange for Ariad's knowledge of axe combat. It was the happiest he had ever been and eventually Marysia's 15th birthday arrived. She asked Ariad to go on a walk with her. Ariad agreed and asked where she wanted to go. She said she wished to go deep into the desert where they could be alone. Ariad agreed but the memories from 8 months ago came flashing back.
They were walking for 40 minutes when Marysia stopped. "what is it?" asked Ariad
"there's something i've wanted to tell you for a while now" began Marysia
"what?" Marysia began to lean in "How would you feel about being more than frie-" Marysia started when she dropped to the floor. Ariad couldn't look. He knew what happened. He had lost his best friend. No, She was more than that... She was his life. And Ariad wasn't going to let his life slip away in vain. He picked up Marysia's hunting bow pulled back the string, and released the arrow. He heard the thud of the arrow penetrating elvish flesh. 20 meters away the elf dropped to the floor. Ariad had finally gotten his revenge. And it felt good, No Great! He loved watching the life drain from the elf's eyes. He loved the sound of the arrow finding flesh. He loved to kill almost as much as he loved Marysia. Almost.
He realized she would have been disgusted by how he felt about killing. He wanted to kill but she wouldn't want him too. He wanted to please her as well. If she was with him at least. He decided he would kill when he had a reason and he wouldn't let his blood-lust get the better of him. For Marysia.
Ambitions for the Future: Ariad wishes to become an orcish warrior and help people who deserve the help. This will satisfy his love of death and he would be doing good deeds.
Personality: He is rather secretive, not wanting to be close to anyone but he longs for attention.
Skills: He is an expert with an axe and is decent with a bow. He is also good at building but is useless at mining and swordplay.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): http://minecraft.nov...gallery/tag/orc (bad orc)
Any other details you wish to share about your character: He dislikes elves as it was them who took Marysia away from him.
[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 infull. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.[/i]
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[b]1. You are roaming the mighty capital of the War Nation Of Uruks, as you near the Arena you spot an Orc, wearing what seems to be human garbs as he looks at you he smiles and say out loud in common not in blah “Come friend let me teach you of civilization and break your mind from this orcish savagery!”, how do you react?[/b]
Answer: I look around confused, wondering if he is talking to me as most people know of my "unfortunate" past and tend to leave me be. But this Orc looked different I approach him and after reminding him that not all Orcs are savages but happily go with him. He may be able to help me with my...pleasure...
[b]2. As you are watching an Arena fight between two Orcs, the Goj of Krug walks towards the Arena, and shouts “Mibrudderz da Feztivel ob Krug iz coummeh! We needz zacrifizez tu zummun da Zpirit ob Krug un diz uzg, go gadder daWarbandz nd raid da landz nd bring mi buck zacrifizez, twiggy nd pinky dat we kan zlauhater upun da alter ob Krug nuw go mi Brudderz!” How do you react to this?[/b]
Answer: I jump to my feet apon hearing the news, grab ironstorm and prepare to watch the sacrifice's be slaughtered upon the alter of Krug. I love the festival of krug as I get to witness death and don't have to kill anyone. The perfect way to not offend Marysia but see helpless creatures be slaughtered.
[b]3. As you are travelling in the barren Orcish deserts you come across a quiet oasis. Beside it sits a small tent wherea young orc is preparing a meal of roasted halfling. He calls you over, offering you to join in with his meal. What does your character do?[/b]
Answer: I sit with him and help him cook whilst discussing how he killed the Half-ling when it hits me. This orc and the orc from 5 years ago are almost identical. I ask if he has any brothers and he says he has a half-brother he doesn't see much. He also tells me of another sibling he never got to know as he was 2 when he died. I got up and ran. without saying a word i just ran. and kept running until i reached the capitol. I ran into my house and wept. But I wouldn't kill myself.Yet. I haven't helped anyone and i refuse to die without making a good change to the world.
I would love for you to accept this application and am looking forward to join the server. Thank you for reading this
CC.
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: Kralek
How old are you?: 18
Time-Zone: Eastern time
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have read the rules
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Not much. My first real roleplay minecraft server. I have played rpg games and also did a little on SWTOR (star wars the old republic) forums.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I was looking for a good and real role playing minecraft server and finally found this one.
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): I will as soon as I am done on here
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes, I did. I read about human characteristics and the history from the oren empire through the phoenix revolution and separation of the kingdoms until the Holy Oren Empire. I have also read brief things about the other races and everything else.
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: An experience to live outside your real life in a fictional world and to live a character that you can create for yourself.
Meta-gaming: When you use outside knowledge to gain an advantage over a situation in role play where you would normally not know it as your roleplay character.
Power-emoting: The act of typing out your actions instead of actually doing them. Like such, "Kralek slaps the other player"
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Kralek Erodius
Current Age: 22
Sub-race (if any): Northerner
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Kralek, one day, woke to a new day in a large open forest during his 18th year. As he stood up he did not remember much of his past, except for some faces and some short childhood experiences. All he could remember, ironically, were his name, age, and race. He had a bump on his head and rumbling stomach from being famished for a few days. Whenever he tried to think of what happened before he fell unconscious he would get a headache.
His main priority was to survive now. For about a few weeks he wandered the forest, living off the land and finding shelter where he could.
Eventually he came upon a stone road and as he stood there watching the road an old man with a caravan and his wife and grandson approached him. He told him that he could live with them, then handing him a sword, and said if he protected them, after Kralek had told his story. For about 3 years Kralek traveled with this old man and his family from village to village selling his odds and ends. Along the way he fined his swordsmanship skills and learned some merchant tricks along the way from the old man. They became his only family he remembered.
Eventually, Kralek became anxious and bored as he was still young. Stories of vast kingdoms and rich cities filled his heart. The old man could tell he wanted to leave and allowed him to. After giving his saddened goodbyes and thank yous to his adopted family he left to journey on his own and seek his own fortunes.
After about a year of traveling, facing danger and doing jobs here and there to make his way by he finally came upon Arethor. He knew this was the life he was seeking along with his journeys. Kralek hurried ahead to the city to start his new life.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] To make something of himself, show his importance, and to lead men.
Personality:[/b] Charismatic when wants to be and very determined when his mind is set. Though he can be a little anxious and impatient when he forgets to remind himself. He is courageous when his heart is fighting for something it deems worthy and will help those in true need. He is also a little introverted when memories started to flood back in at some times and can be a little egotistical when in a playful mood.
Skills:[/b] Fined swordsmanship, but nothing perfect. Decent orator skills, but room for improvement. Some merchant skills and hunting and scavenging skills.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b]
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] Loves to learn about history and lead people. Also I might change my skin and working on getting it on here.
[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: As Kralek walks down the newly found city of Artethor, looking in awe, he spots a man stealthily walking about towards a magnificent building in dark robes. He had encountered such things along his journeys, bandits and criminals, sneakily walking around in the forest waiting for prey. Immediately he, almost like instinct, sprints after the figure. Just as he approaches the figure he yells for the guards as back up. The figure grabs for something, but Kralek tackles him to the ground and holds him down. The guards come over and seize the man, finding a knife and known to be an assassin. They thank Kralek, tell him he should be a guard and take the criminal away. Kralek Erodius then continues to explore the city.
[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: While walking down the road Kralek Erodius hears an old plea for help. He rushes to the scene, but cautiously. He notices an old man standing in front of an old cottage armed in a clearing. Around him are two bandits armed, demanding things from the old man. Kralek sneaks over to the bandits and starts yelling at the old man along with them. The two armed bandits turn to him in confusion. Whilst confused Kralek strikes one down and kills him. The other snaps out of the confusion by his downed comrade and attacks Kralek. Kralek parries the attack and they both exchange a few moves until the old man comes from behind the bandit and kills him. The old man thanks Kralek for the help and Kralek walks back along his path without wanting a reward.
[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: As Kralek walks down this new city, he spots a long line of stalls before him. Reminding him of the old man and his family that took him in walks along the line of stalls. He inspects them all and then finally comes before a colorful stall, a bit smaller than the others, but with just as many items. Kralek proceeds forward, but no one is nearby. As he inspects the general goods a short man with a huge smile jumps up from behind the stall and welcomes Kralek. He babbles on for a few minutes about his boutique of general goods. Kralek remembers that he will need some stuff to start him off in this new place, but tells the vendor that he only has what little amount brought him here, in hopes he will lower his prices. But the vendor remarks that the prices depend on how well you haggle. Kralek tries some tricks the old man he lived with taught him and barely makes a deal that is affordable. He walks away in half triumph as the vendor counts his newly earned money.
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: luccadeas
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone: CST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I've played over 400 hours of Oblivion, 300 of Fallout 3, and I have played on numerous MMOs including LoTRo and WoW. I also have played on a few Minecraft RP servers such as Heroes of Galderon and Atherys Ascended. I'm also a member of MCME
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: A few friends told me about it
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:http://www.lordofthe...on/#entry663478
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above:( Alright, I will make sure to post it there.
Have you read the Dwarven 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 simply taking on the role of another person. This involves pretending you are a character and essentially living their life.
Meta-gaming: Meta Gaming is using information In Character that your character did not find out. For example, having OOC chat influence your character's decision
Power-emoting: Power Emoting is using an emote that over powers another character. Such as, *Ties you to a tries with mithril rope*
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Arnok Redbeard
Current Age: 6 seasons (42)
Sub-race (if any:(
Clan (if any:(
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long
Since Arnok was but a mere child,
he had been surrounded by his family’s proud tradition. His home always felt
warm, and anyone to enter was immediately greeted by the smell of spices and
ale. Aye, The Redbeard Family was brewers, the lot of them. Their pride and joy
was ale and The Brewery, The Brewery and ale. Their lives revolved around these
two simple joys. Not even the time nor weather would deter this passionate
obsession, for it would seem that time was not measured in days nor seasons in
The Redbeard Family. No, time was measured by batches of ale. Every batch meant
more money for the family. Every five batches, The Redbeard Family’s kin, (and
some friendly wanderers) would gather to the Family Hall, and have The Festival
of The Ale.
This was how life was lived for
Arnok, and eventually his father taught him the ways of The Brewery. He learned how to work it, and when a
batch of ale was fermented just right. After a few years of this, Arnok knew
the family recipe for ale as well as his own name. It was at this time, when
Arnok was a young lad of 4 Seasons that his father told him of the legend of
The Great Brewery, left in the ruins of Kal’Dwain. The Brewery had been a place
where new ales were being created, and Dwarves journeyed to learn the ways of
The Brew. However, after the Drake Attack, Kal’Dwain had been long abandoned.
The Brewery itself was in ruins; none of the equipment could be of any use.
However, it is said that one recipe was kept safe in The Brewery: the master
recipe, for a perfect batch of ale that hasn’t been tasted for years. Arnok was
immediately determined to find this recipe, and make his family proud. Within a
week he was armed with a set of armor, an axe, and a map leading to Kal’Dwain.
So began The Quest for The Perfect Brew.
Arnok grabbed hold of a sturdy
looking rock, and pulled himself over, nearly reaching the point where he could
cross over the mountain that surrounded Kal’Dwain. His journey had been a long
one, but so far uneventful. The only thing his axe had been put to use for was
slicing some of his salted beef and taking care of the taller grass that was in
his way. Arnok heaved himself once more; careful to make sure the rock he was
gripping was indeed sturdy. He was finally over the mountain, and could see the
ruins. According to his map, the building just in front of him led to The
Brewery. There was no building
however, the only thing left were stairs leading into the earth. Arnok climbed
down the other side, lit one of torches, and descended.
Much to his surprise, The Brewery
was not as large as he expected. It ran lengthwise about 40 Yards, and had a
width of 20 yards. It was only one room, though Arnok surmised that the other
rooms had been blocked by rubble or broken fermenting tanks. The room was
covered in cobwebs, and all sorts of brewing equipment lay scattered around the
room. At the end of the hall however, Arnok saw something that caught his eye.
A single book sat upon on a pedestal of stone; it’s leather cover seemingly
untouched by time. Arnok knew in his heart that this book was indeed The
Perfect Brew.
He walked cautiously toward the
pedestal torch in hand, making sure not to trip on the ruined equipment. He
climbed the stone stairs to the pedestal, and set his torch down. The book was
indeed untouched, save for a few cobwebs that had settled on it. Arnok blew the
dust off the cover, revealing the title: The
Perfect Brew. He had found it!
His face darkened however, when he
heard the telltale sound of a bowstring being pulled, and looked up to see an
arrow from the dark, flying towards him. Arnok attempted to dive away, but he
was too late and the arrow glanced his right eye, only a hair’s width away from
killing him. He gripped his axe and turned around, greeted by yet another bow
wielding Skeleton. He juked it, sending the arrow into the wall behind him, and
swung his axe into the Skeleton’s ribcage with all his might. The Skeleton took
the blow, crashing down to the floor in a pile of bones. Arnok heard another
arrow wiz by his right side-his blind side- and dove forward into a roll, then
came up with his axe, hitting the second skeleton right in the jaw. It wasn’t
dead yet though, and the skeleton pulled back it’s bowstring once more. But the
arrow never went more then a few feet, for Arnok’s axe cut right through the
skeleton’s arm. Arnok himself kicked down the skeleton, the fall killing it and
sending it’s bones scattering.
Arnok gently touched his eye to
gauge the damage. He was blinded, that was for sure, but other then that he was
unharmed. Arnok retrieved the book and reverently opened it: revealing not only
different brewing recipes, but different brewing mechanisms as well. His family
would be proud, and there would be a Festival of Ale to commemorate his
victory. After receiving his father’s blessing, he would go out into the world
and start his own tavern and brewery. Thus ends The Quest for The Perfect Brew.
Ambitions for the Future: Arnok wishes to start his own tavern, where he can sell his brew and earn a living. He may also look into alchemy, and see how it can improve his brew.
Personality: Arnok is proud of his work and his race, and is friendly to most everyone. He has a good sense of humour, and is generally very like able.
Skills: Arnok is a Brewer. He can make ale, but is not yet a master of his art. He can wield an axe decently. He has no experience with magic or alchemy, but is interested in alchemy.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin
Any other details you wish to share about your character: None
[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 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: I glance over at the diamond ore, eyes hungry with greed for a moment. But after carefully inspecting the precarious rock bridge, I decide that the ore isn't worth risking my life over. what I came down here for was iron for mugs and brewing equipment, and coal for the fire. Let another risk their life for it, I think. The only treasure I need isa nice tavern of my own.
[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: After looking at the sad Dwarf, and contemplating what sort of thing has put him in this mood, I stand up and intercept the Dwarf with the dagger. I say, "Whatever yer lookin' 'ta do, do it elsewhere mate." The man with the dagger looks to his partner, and he shrugs. They both go back to their seats without a word. I sit down next to the man, and ask him what's troubling him. Afterwards, I tell the tavern owner what just occurred.
[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 smile a wide grin, and yell back "Aye, that I will mate!" I walk over to him and gladly take the ale, chugging it down heartily. I feel an instant connection to this man, and tell him that I myself am a brewer and wish to open my own tavern. He is pleasantly surprised by this, and we have a long conversation together about the art of The Brew, and different techniques. I even tell him of my adventure for getting the book, The Perfect Brew, making sure to mention my eye. He shares his own experiences as well.
[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: SpitfireAce12
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone: North American Eastern Time Zone
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Not very much
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: My sister happened to come across it
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/84390-human-spitfireace12/
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: Play and act as if you are another character
Meta-gaming: To use knowledge not in the game to affect the way you play certain aspects such as fighting, building, etc.
Power-emoting: To express emotions or actions by second person perspective, i.e. Karalas whacks Lostariael on the head and gives her a headache
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Karalas Naghaf Ingarh
Current Age: 32
Sub-race (if any): Northerner
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Naghaf Ingarh, Karalas's father, had left to join the great Oren Lances army to fight the Orcs when Karalas was only 3 winters old. He still wrote to his family every moon, though the war was at it's peak. He didn't have much time to write. Karalas was fascinated by his stories of great battles and victories – and sometimes defeat. Karalas's dream was to try out for the army when he was 28 winters old and fight beside his father.
But when he was 9 winters old, something terrible happened. A passing merchant had sold his mother a potion said to cure her of any illness she might happen to get. But it was no merchant. It was an evil, corrupted wizard in disguise. Instead of an antidote, he had sold her a brew that would permanently paralyze her. A time came, two winters later, when she caught a bad fever. Alas, she drank it, and she could never move her legs again.
However, the family survived with the combined efforts of Karalas and his siblings. Karalas still wished to join the army. His hatred toward Orcs was fueled even more one day when he went up into the mountains to hunt, but instead he noticed a group of Orc raiders pillaging and burning a small village. He fought the urge to run down the mountain and take them all on with his fists.
After seventeen years of hard work, however, he was eligible for the army. He packed his bags and said goodbye to his family. He rode on pigback to the great city for four days, until finally he arrived to achieve his dream and fight alongside his father.
(Aren't you so touched?!? Or is this, as it suddenly occurred to me just now, also too cliché?)
Ambitions for the Future: To stride into the War Uzg with an army of the Oren Lances and cut down every Orc there.
Personality: A little hot-headed, cocky and confident with his skills but willing to obey orders
Skills: Excellent with a sword, not too bad with a bow, fast runner, good hunter
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Dark black hair, about 2 blocks tall, ice blue eyes
LOTR skin:
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/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: “Hmmm...” I thought. “Not a very respectable looking person.” It was about then I noticed a knife on him. It was a short, fat blade, Eastern-made, serrated at the edge. I cast a glimpse at the two guards near the alleyway. Keeping an eye on the dark-clothed figure drawing near to the palace gate, which was open, I quietly moved over to the guards and pointed out the dark man. I told them what I was going to do, and they nodded.
I moved toward the man, making sure he didn't see or hear me, and started to quietly follow him. I glanced behind me and the guards were also pursuing us like ghosts. As we drew near the Emperor's throne room, the dark figure started to brush his finger along his knife hold. That did it. I leaped on him, pulled out his knife, and threw it into the wall. To my surprise he was extremely strong. He threw me against the wall, but I was up before he could even take another step. I punched him hard in the face, his nose started to bleed and a tooth fell out. He returned the favor to me, but I managed to break most of the impact with my hands. This went on for a while. I wondered where the guards were as I got a fist slammed into my stomach once again. I could have killed him instantly with my knife but I did not wish to. As I on cue, about 50 of them streamed into the room yelling and waving around clubs. We both stopped. The dark man started to run. I got up and ran after him with the guards still yelling behind me. I saw him run onto a balcony with a look of panic on his face. He looked at us, then jumped off. I tried to catch him but he was out of reach too soon.
[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?
Answer: I raised my eyebrow as one of the burly men said “Come on, give us your money and you ain't gonna get into any fights.” First of all, I hate it when people say “ain't”. Why can't they just talk like proper people? And, of course, I hate it when men try to make a living without working. It means that some poor person (or more like some poor people) lose all theirs. Why is Asulon so broken? I decide that they deserve a good thrashing. I walk out from behind my tree where I was listening and say “Good afternoon, gentlemen. Do you need help with anything?” The thugs whirl around with astonished looks on their pasty faces. I signal for the old man to get out. “I believe, sirs, that you are looking for something to keep the food coming. Would this do?” With a sigh in my head I pull out my last diamond. Of course, I have no intention of letting these people get away with my diamond. The looks on their faces becomes a look of awe. “Gimme that,” one of them says, snatching it out of my hands. I roll my eyes at his greed. As they turn to leave, I pull out my longsword and slam the side against his head, knocking him out cold. The other one has the look of astonishment on his face again. To my dismay, I accidentally drop my sword and it sticks into the ground. I try to pull it out but the conscious man lunges for me. I leap out of the way, but even worse my knives all fall out of my pocket.
I don't have time to pick any of them up because the man is lunging for me again. I try a roundhouse kick but he catches my leg and slams me into the ground. I pick myself up and pick up a heavy stick lying nearby, but just as I'm about to swing it there's a crashing sound and the thug stops. He falls slowly to the ground and it's then I notice an elderly woman, probably the victim's wife, has whacked him around the head with a frying pan.
[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]
Trader: Excuse me, good sir! I'm selling just about anything you could want in this stall. Battle items, journey items, household items, you name it! I sell the most in Arethor!
Karalas: Hm... I unfortunately don't have much money.
Trader: I'm willing to come to a compromise.
Karalas: Ok, good! Have you got any potions? No one else in the whole city sells them.
Trader: Yes, yes, I do! In fact I have an alchemy stand right here in the back! How much are you willing to pay?
Karalas: Um... five Iron Ingots?
Trader: Ah, business is rather slow this time of year. How about ten?
Karalas: I don't have that much with me right now. How about 6?
Trader: Sorry but I can take no lower than 9.
Karalas: I only have eight. Would that be a good enough price?
Trader: You have a deal. Now, what kind of potion would you like?
Karalas: I'd like one that cures paralysis brews, please.
Channel is kill. May as well find something interesting to put here if I can bother.
Channel is kill. May as well find something interesting to put here if I can bother.
Minecraft Account Name: NiceGuyNorman.
How old are you?: 13, and I am turning 14 in August. Please note that my age does not dictate my roleplaying skill.
Time-Zone: Canadian Standard Time.
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: I have.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have played on several Fallout Roleplay servers, as a builder and a member. I also played on a few other medieval-themed roleplay server. Also, I am the Head Event Team, Moderator, Builder, and Lore-Writer for the upcoming "Days Gone By" Walking Dead RP server.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I went trolling around the MC forums, looking for something to pass my time in an enjoyable manner until we at Days Gone By release our server in quite some time. I found this, and was immediately intrigued. Also, my old friend maxkenny23 played on this server during Asulon 2.0, and he told me many good things about LotC!
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): Yep!
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: I most certainly have.
Definitions
Role-playing: Role-playing is when one takes the role of a fictional character, and acts as that character would amongst other actors and their RP counterparts. RP usually takes place in a video game, or in real life (LARP).
Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is when one uses out-of-character information while they are in-character, and using said information for an advantageous standing with their characters, even if the characters do not have this knowledge.
Power-emoting: Power-emoting, or power-gaming, as it is more commonly referred, is when one acts in an overwhelming, god-like manner during RP, performing ridiculously surreal tasks at ease without the other RP party's consent.
In-Character Information:
Full Name: Samuel Carter, Junior.
Current Age: 21
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Born as a commoner boy in the lands of Asulon, Samuel was a bright boy. He was born in the state of Renatus, his father a porter and his mother a tailor, who made a cozy income. Samuel had an older brother named Michael, who was serving in Godfrey's army at his birth, and was never at home. The three Carters lived in a comfortable house behind the walls of Renatus' capital, and Samuel Senior often brought Samuel out to the woods to hunt, in which the lad became adept with bow and blade alike. However, the golden-haired boy much preferred staying with his educated mother, and learning about the world through her vast knowledge collected from studying in the Capital. He learned much about language, and it interested him greatly. Samuel wished to leave his settlement, like Michael before him, and travel the lands as an adventurer, with bards singing about him. So much potential there was for the young boy, until his life changed dramatically in one year when he was seven.
An Imperial courier arrived at their Renatus home one rainy night, announcing that Michael had been killed during an ambush on his supply caravan. This devastated the small family, and soon, Samuel Senior turned to alcoholism. When he returned from the taverns every night, his tone of voice and the anger in his eyes frightened his only remaining son. Soon, this drug use culminated when Samuel Senior beat his son and wife severely. On one such occasion, the porter used his brass pipe to bludgeon his young son of seven in the face, scarring his left cheek permanently. Samuel eventually left the family, and got himself killed a few months later in a barfight at the Capital. Samuel's dear mother, try as she could, was unable to keep up her business as a tailor, and the two lost their homes and relative wealth.
Samuel's mother, however, would not last long. When he was 11, she died of exposure to the cold for too long one brutal winter. Samuel was left to fend for himself in the world, and often stowed away on caravan carts. His only weapons were his bow, Michael's dagger - and his book smarts. He relied on caring families to take him in for nights, and soon, Samuel was living his dream of adventuring Asulon - just not how he had envisioned it. Spending years alone in the world, Samuel distanced himself from the evils mankind eventually, becoming a shy recluse in the Cloud Forest. He became very in line with nature during his stay, and was kind to the creatures who understood him at last, protecting them from undead bilge that lurked in the darkest recesses of the Cloud Forest. He also learned well how to survive, and make himself invisible to outsiders. He lived seven years in the Cloud Forest, and by this time he was a bright young man. Though he was enduring in form, in spirit, he was broken, however. He had nothing to live for but his humble life in the woods, and he had no one to share it with at the very least. One day, 18 year old Samuel set out into a clearing with his dagger in hand, and pointed the blade at his heart. Closing his eyes, and muttering a prayer, he prepared to strike his heart - when a distant scream alerted him.
He scrambled to his feet, and heard screams, accompanied by the rumblings of footsteps. Something was happening at the Cloud Temple. Not wasting anytime, and discounting his suicide plan, Samuel discreetly packed up his gear and joined the groups. The people of Asulon were fleeing the realm, flocking to the temple for safe haven. Samuel reluctantly followed, blending into the crowd. After a vicious storm, and a terrible gale, the herd of humans, orcs, elves, and dwarves alike raced for the docks. There they constructed boats, and fled Asulon – Samuel Carter himself stowed away on the human ship.
After arriving in the strange new world, Samuel still lived in the forest - but this time, he was a traveler. He would move around frequently in a nomadic lifestyle, making no friends but seeing much. However, after three years, Samuel decided he would venture into the human hold, to visit it's sights... little did he know, the adventures to come in Anthos would dwarf his expectations as a young lad.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] Samuel wishes to settle down in the recently thriving land of Anthos, and to make a comfortable life for himself in a small city, perhaps the new Salvus. He wants to leave his past behind, and sees the years to come as an opportunity to shape a better existence for himself. However, his childhood dreams of becoming a famous adventurer still flicker in the back of his head, and perhaps if coaxed by someone, he could make a worthy companion on travels.
Personality:[/b] Samuel is very quiet, to the point where some might call him a misanthrope. He shies away from women and men alike, usually seen by himself. Sometimes, however, he is known to come out of his shell and converse with others in his bookish, deep tone of voice. He is very intelligent, and carries a few books on Elvish and other languages in his burlap sack. Samuel is keen on poetry, and is a very benevolent, caring soul. He believes in justice, and not fame, and would willingly step into any problem with ease, and despite his shyness, he is more than capable of stepping in to rescue someone from danger. He is a kind, quiet soul, and he does not share much of his past with other people, unless he knows them very well. This trust in question is very hard to earn, as the hitchhiking traveler is difficult to get close to. He has a keen eye to detail, finesse, and attention, and he can read faces quite well. In short, Samuel is as observant as an eagle with a pair of binoculars. Also, he is quite adept at silent arts, and nimble, though not the strongest or most charismatic.
Skills:[/b]
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] http://i.imgur.com/lYcmWfx.png Carter hides his bright, rugged young face behind a thick fur hood, and a bushy, unkept beard, suggesting the long roads he has seen. Long, disheveled golden hair hangs around his face, not having been cut in many months - maybe even years. He has a thin, line-like scar under his left eye, which he tends to avoid bringing up in conversation. His thin body is surprisingly fit and muscular, albeit a bit malnourished. His eyes glint a defiant, stubborn blue hue, sometimes shifting with indifference, and other times blazing with pride and bravery. He wears a green vest over a white, woolen undershirt, and a pair of black trousers. Cow-skin boots cover his silent feet, at an ankle's length. Slung over his shoulder is a wooden, handcrafted bow, a steel dagger of 8 inches, and a burlap sack, containing his traveler's gear.
[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: Samuel Carter enters the Human Hold, gulping nervously as he feels the rabble of nobles gazing at him and his unkept appearance. He pulls his hood around his face further, and continues with an uneasy stride. He gazes around, breathing in a gust of fresh air, carrying the scents of the spices being sold in the market. Samuel stays away from the large groups, cutting through back alleys and hugging walls, his head held low, and his eyes twinkling beneath them. He squints around, taking in the details and mighty architecture of the city. Crossing his arms over his wiry chest, however, he grunts as a black-robed, dark-hooded man shoves past him. Samuel raises a brow, and scratches his beard, scowling at the man. He seems not to notice. Samuel feels uneasy about the foreboding man, and before he darts completely down the alleyway, he calls out. "H-hail, you sir.", he mutters, his voice faltering as the man turns around and stares at him with eyes like blazing coals. "What do you on this b-beautiful day?" The dark robed man glares at him, muttering "Somethin' I should've done for a long time." As the man turns, Samuel catches a glint of steel in his belt – a dagger. His eyes widen, and the man rushes out of the alleyway, and into the thick crowd. Samuel darts after him, leaping over a moving cart of cabbage and being met with a flurry of cries from the merchants pushing it. He looks into the thick crowd of the market place, looking for the man.
Then, he spots him, at the other side of the crowd, moving towards the lavish palace of the Imperial leader. Samuel was no politically involved man, but he knew that the dark robed man was an assassin at once. He deftly breathes in, before barreling through the crowd, parting the sea of commoners and nobles alike with his firm, but harmless, pushes. Soon, he closes on the man, and grabs his forearm in his own. The man whirls around, and headbutts Samuel quickly. A crack is heard as the traveler's nose breaks, and he yelps. The dark robed man is gone by the time Samuel rises, nursing his bloody wound. He is closing on the palace with alarming speed, and Samuel sees a few guards around. Taking a deep breath, and clearing his throat, he yells out "Guards! G-Guards! Apprehend that man!" He points his finger at the would-be assassin, who's back rises suddenly. A guard had heard Samuel, and fired a crossbow bolt at the assassin - right between his shoulder blades. With a primal roar of defeat, the man crumples on the palace's doorstep. The guard lowers his crossbow, and sees Samuel. "Thank you, friend. You could've stopped an assassination plot!" He approaches, extending his gauntlet-covered hand, but Samuel backs away, back into the crowd. Justice had been served, he need not praise.
[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: Samuel takes joy in his walk, sauntering through the forest – his former home. The songs of birds and chirps of bugs calm him, and he hums to himself in a surprisingly skilled voice as he walks, leaning on an iron longsword for a staff. Soon, however, the noises cease – a forest is never quiet unless it is in danger. Samuel raises a brow, his eyes shifting from tree to tree. Soon, however, his ears perk to faint voices in the distance. Covering ground swiftly, and gracefully, Samuel makes his way to the source – and finds the cottage. Dropping into a prone position, Samuel purses his lips in dismay when he takes in the dire situation. He decides to approach slowly out of the woods, thumping his longsword on his tunic as to alert the bandits to his presence. He gathers his courage that he can muster, and speaks in his deep, firm voice, "Hail. What... seems to be the problem here?" The bandits turn on their heels, and one of them raises a bow at Samuel as soon as he is seen. With the intent to negotiate, Samuel's eyes bulge, and he shifts just in time for the arrow to graze his shoulder. The first bandit, a burly, scarred Orc, chortles as Samuel stumbles, holding his shoulder. "Git du skah aut, pinkeh," he bellows, "Dis not latz business." He bares his teeth, as the old man backs away into his house, into safety. "Good," Samuel thinks. "At least I got them off of him." He tries to stall, speaking in a slow, deliberate manner. "Look, friends, violence... violence does not solve anything. I say you should handle this less aggre-" He is cut off by the Orc's partner, the one who shot at him. The Elven bandit fires off another bolt at Samuel, but this time, the young human is ready. He ducks, using the momentum to run forward and close the distance. Barreling the Elf over with a grunt, the two roll on the ground, and the Elven bandit is looming over Samuel. His green-grey hands enclose around the human's neck, and Samuel's eyes bulge. His legs kick out, and hit the Elven man between his thighs. With a shriek, he doubles over, releasing his grip. Samuel rises up, and kicks the Elven man in the back of the head, knocking him out. The Orc is left, and he barely flinches at his partner's neutralization. Shifting his weight, a mace in either hand, he takes in the human. Samuel, unsure of himself, notices a weak joint in the Orc's forearm armor.
With a final, unsure, nervous battle cry, Samuel points his longsword forward and charges. The Orc bats him aside with an elbow to the chin, sending Samuel flying to the side. He recollects himself just in time to block an uppercut attack from the Orc's mace. This stalemate goes on for some time, until Samuel is visibly battered and weakened. The Orc smiles cruelly, and kicks him in the knee, a savage snap being heard as Samuel's leg snaps backwards. He falls to his knees, and the large Orc prepares to finish him. "Latz no bother Gruk anymore..." The Orc raises his maces over his head, and prepares to bring it down - and he gives a sudden spastic jerk. Samuel looks up, and the Orc falters, before falling forth - a small iron blade in his back. Samuel cringes at his leg wound, and looks at the old man, who had come to his aid. "Ya saved me, young lad, so... I saved you." His benevolent face's smile lines crack, and he helps Samuel to his feet. With a groan, Samuel mutters, "Thank you... I'm Samuel." The old man carries him inside his cottage, nodding slowly," The name's Adoril. Now, Samuel, you can rest here for a bit until your leg there heals."
[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: Samuel approaches the cart slowly and carefully. The round Dwarf standing behind the cart claps his hands, his red face giving a smile from ear to ear. Samuel pulls down his hood, his shoulder-length hair cascading down slowly. He droops his head once, denoting an introduction. The Dwarf begins in a flurry of heavily accented Commoner, "Oh, hullo there, human! Oi, I've got the best gear y'need! Man like yuh needs somethin' for his adventures, right?" The Dwarf rises to his feet, waddling to the front of the stand. Samuel scratches his beard thoughtfully, speaking timidly, "Yes... yes, there is something I need. Say, do you have any quivers?" The Dwarf thinks for a moment, putting a pudgy finger to his chin, before nodding quickly, "Ye! Ye! I do!" He grunts, humming in Dwarvish as he rummages through behind the stall, rifling through things. He eventually produces a leather quiver, studded with iron plates. "Very fine handiwork..." the Dwarf says, as in a trance. He shoves it into Samuel's hands, and the young human looks it over before giving it an approving nod. "I like it." "Good, good! Now, let's talk about prices, my dear lad! Yuh pick th'price!" Samuel tucks the quiver into the crook of his arm, and thinks for a moment, muttering voiceless words. He finally nods firmly, and pulls out a coin bag, setting it upon the table. "I will give you 75 minas for this, my good dwarven f-friend." The Dwarf furrows his brows, and retorts, "80." Samuel grits his teeth. "I've only 100... I do not want to spend all of it!" He thinks. He finally produces a worn, leather journal. He waves it at the stout Dwarven man, proclaiming with some hidden pride, "This is a book of beautiful poems and songs, written by the greatest minstrels of Aegis. Acquiring it was very difficult, and it is worth very much. I will give you this, and 50 minas." The Dwarf considers for a moment, "Huh... why is this worth so much?" Samuel leans in, "Its stories will net you many customers, if you sell one song a piece. Trust me, this –" He gestures to the money, setting the book down and pushing them slightly towards him "– This is a great bargain." The Dwarf's mouth forms an "O", and he slowly nods. "Huh... I will take it! Thank yuh for th'advice on th'sellin'!" He thumps Samuel's shoulder amiably, and chuckles as he waddles back over to his stall. Samuel nods with a thin smile, and saunters off from the market, shouldering his new quiver.
Out-Of-Character Information
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: Skylord_Garrett
Alternate Account Name: Tripstor
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone: Eastern Time zone
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I played on
another Lord of the Rings server but left when the staff became abusive. I once
played on this roleplay server dedicated to Percy Jackson and the same deal
happened there.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I heard about it from planetminecraft and used to love watching candle's videos from this server.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the
server:
#1: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/84279-deniedtripstorskylord-garretts-application-to-be-a-cave-dwarf/
#2: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/84329-deniedmountain-dwarf-tripstors-application-to-be-a-mountain-dwarf-2/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): I will post this to there directly after this.
Have you read the Dwarven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes I will
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: This is when you jump into a made-up
role and make choices the character
would make, in other words you pretend to be this character. (E.g. Phil's elf is called Marv and is a fictional character.)
Meta-gaming: This
is when you use information about a character you obtained OOC to your personal
advantage. (E.g. Phil found Mark's home on the forums and raided it without his character finding out in-game)
Power-emoting: When you god-mod yourself in a roleplay and force an action upon another player (E.G.
Phil slices Dominic’s throat and takes his loot).
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Kilin Falkreath
Current Age: 18
Sub-race (if any): Human
Clan (if any): No clan yet
Past: Well, my mum and dad worked as blacksmiths. We lived on a farm by ourselves. As a boy I loved to play with the swords and hammers they crafted. One day while I was swinging a small dagger a man
approached my pa, I didn’t know what to do. The man pulled out a knife and
stabbed my father. My mother runs out screaming but the man grabs her and drags
her into my house, locking the door behind him. I bash on the door hearing her
screams carry on for roughly 30 minutes.
I hide in a barrel outside of my house waiting for the man to walk out. I heard the door creak open and the hooded man stepped out, his dagger covered in blood. I clutch the dagger I was playing
with and leap out of the barrel and stab the man in the chest. He pulls the knife out of his chest, grabs me, and throws me into a wall. He unsheathes a sword from his belt and starts strutting towards me with a maniacal look in his eye. I reach for a hammer my pa used for crafting armor and swing upwards at the man's head, hitting the man in the skull. He falls backwards his head hitting the ground with a thud. My heart was racing faster than a elven horse running from a orc, things started going blurry and then everything went black.
I wake up in a dark room with moss-covered walls. I glance around at my surroundings and
spot a iron bars. I huddle in a corner and cry to myself until a man comes to take
me out of the cell. He starts asking questions about my parents and who the man
dead man was on my doorstep. I answered the questions as best I could. Then the
man asked why he was at my house and I told him I had no clue. I couldn’t hold
back the tears as they streamed down my face, filled with lost memories of my
mother tucking me in and my father lifting me into the air smiling at me. The
man lets me go and I started hunting criminals for a living.
Ambitions for the Future: Kilin hopes to one day discover why his parents were murdered and who the man was.
Personality: Kilin stays to himself most of the
time, working alone as a young bounty hunter can prove difficult because of being called a villain which you are not.
Skills: He is very skilled with a blade and decent with a bow. However he has emotional issues from seeing his parents murdered at such a young age, and murdering a man himself.
Appearance
Any other details you wish to share about your character: He does suffer from fainting spells on rare occasions.
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 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?
Answer:
I question the odds of me crossing the bridge
safely and decide otherwise. I call down a team of dwarves to help create a
small but stable bridge to the deposit to obtain the diamonds.
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?
Answer:
I would
tell the boy to come with me right away and explain a man was walking towards
him with a dagger. I would then take the boy outside, waiting for the men to
walk out, and if they did I would run away and take the boy to safety.
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?
Answer: I glance at the man with some suspicion. As he
offers me a mug of ale I carefully accept it. From my experience as a Dwarven
Bounty Hunter people will take extreme measures to get rid of you. I shakily
take a sip and wait to see what happens to me.