[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: DK15doomer
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone: Pacific
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Many! I've been in many whitelisted servers that are roleplay, and still play on them all the time. I am a dedicated role-player.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: None.
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yep!
Have you read the Orcish lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: I'm doing so, right now.
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Staying in your own character, and they're own mind.
Meta-gaming: Stating knowledge from the outside world, like knowing somebody's name before they tell you.
Power-emoting: Using very powerful/unfair emotions on people, to where they can't act upon it.
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Thak 'Var
Current Age: 21
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Thak 'Var was born in an Orc camp somewhere in the barren desert. His mother didn't make it through childbirth. Thak then grew up alongside his father, the brave and aggressive Urka 'Var. His father trained Thak from the age of 3, all the way to the age of 15, to where Thak set off into the cold desert night alone, to seek shelter after his home camp was attacked, and burned to the ground. For three years, Thak lived on the edge of the barren desert, eating fish, and the wolf meat he could hunt down. He took most of his belongings in a little sack, and traveled off into the cold winter forest. Finally, one month after his journey began, he found a nice little Orcish civilization to the east, where they kindly greeted him and gave him food and shelter. Thak told them he couldn't stay for long, maybe a week, at the very longest. On the last day of his arrival, Thak and the other fellow Orcs had a nice feast, and he headed out that night. For three years, he wandered into caves, made camp, hunted, faced near death battles against the mysterious animals in the forest, and caught an interest in traveling the land, trading various items he found for some coin among other travelers.
Ambitions for the Future: World-known trader/traveler.
Personality: Good at making people do things they don't want, aggressive when he needs to be, and kind at times.
Skills: Strong, fast, and smart. Can make lots of coin by bartering with his items.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Thak wears a tattered little robe that wraps around his head down to his legs. His canines uproot out of his mouth. //i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l524/DK15doomer/2013-05-28_214231_zps4a7ca29e.png" target="" data-ensure-absolute>http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l524/DK15doomer/2013-05-28_214231_zps4a7ca29e.png" width="" height="" alt="" />
Any other details you wish to share about your character: Nope.
[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. 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: *Thak raises an eyebrow and lets out a loud grunt.* How dare you insult my race, do you have a death wish? You're lucky I don't tear you to pieces with my own hands, right here. Leave now, before I change my mind. *The Orc looks astonished at Thak, and slowly backs away.*
[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]
Answer: *Grunt* Yez brudder, I get ze zacrifizez az zoon az I can, for Krug! Any brudderz wan com with me on me huntz? Follow me!
[b]3. 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]
Answer: *Thak raises his hand in greeting, and comes and sits by the young Orc.* Ah, thank you, I am very hungry, I've been traveling for 3 days straight with no food. This smells delicious. What is your name? *The young Orc rotates the halfling on the stick over the fire, and looks up at Thak.* My name is Varz! I recently captured this halfling wandering around in the desert! *He deeply chuckles* What a fool! Here, have a drink. *The Orc hands Thak a cup full of mead, and puts a piece of the meal onto a handwoven plate, and hands it to Thak.*
[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: RoboDuck360
How old are you?: 16
Time-Zone: CST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Divine Kingdoms RPG Minecraft Server (Doesn't exist anymore.) Eurasia Roleplay Server (Got bored of it since no one roleplays anymore on it.)
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Segari (Mr_Boomer337) told me about this server.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: n/a
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-anthos-officially-t-h-e-1-roleplay-server/page__st__3140__gopid__22628989#entry22628989
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:
Meta-gaming: Using out-of-character knowledge in character.
Power-emoting: For example: *I slice your head off, killing you instantly in one slice*. It is basically abusing the use of roleplay by doing impossible/absurd things. In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Zorak Rosenthal
Current Age: 22
Sub-race (if any): Northerner
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Zorak was born into the family of the Rosenthal's, the family in charge of the blacksmith in the small town in the mountains named Alderheart. His family had a good amount of money, but not an insane amount of it. His father was a very skilled blacksmith, one of the finest in the lands. When he was a young boy, he would do chores around his fathers blacksmith (Cleaning up, shining, carrying supplies, tending the furnace, etc.) and his father would give him some coin as a reward to spend on sweets at the local market. When he turned 13, his father showed him his ways, and became an apprentice blacksmith. He would then know how to create only the finest blades and armor. After five years of hard work and training, his father declared him no longer an apprentice, but an official blacksmith at the age of 18. He is now a full fledged blacksmith at the age of 22. His mother and father are still alive, but their health is not too well, (His father is 43, and his mother is 41.) He is now traveling around the world to have his name heard and to teach others.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] To be the finest blacksmith in all the lands.
Personality:[/b] An extrovert, very creative, and intelligent. Quite a bookworm as well. Enjoys to read/write.
Skills:[/b] Able to craft swords and armor. Able to enchant swords and armour. Trained with the sword to a decent extent. Is fit to be a soldier. Can not mine. Able to read and write.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] (I was not able to get the picture in this post... but I can describe how I look. I am a light skinned man with black hair, a beard, and I am wearing a brownish grey blacksmith's tunic with a tool belt (Hammers and etc.). I also have brown eyes.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] My character is 6 feet tall (2 m). Brown eyes. Black hair with a beard. Muscular from all of the smith work he has done in his life. Weighs 197 lbs.. Favorite season is winter since it is not as hot than the summer while doing smith work.
[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: I would walk over to the guards nearby and mention that he looks very suspicious. I would keep this quiet since I wouldn't want the would be criminal to hear this because he would not do whatever he was going to do. I would ask the guards to keep a close eye on him and to keep my name anonymous, because I wouldn't want the would be criminal to get revenge on me if he somehow found out my name when I spoiled his plans.
[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: I would go over and question what and why they are doing this, even if I am threatening my own life. I will not simply watch an old man get robbed or even murdered, and nor will I be a coward and run. If they want coin, I will give them coin to leave him alone. If they attack me however, I will defend myself and the old man. Once the bandits are gone or dead, I would help the old man get back to health and keep him company until he feels he no longer needs my help or company no longer.
[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: I would ask to buy anything that would be in handy for a blacksmith of course! That means iron, gold, diamonds, and coal for the furnaces as well. I am a very generous man, so I would not go too low with the price, but I would offer lower than the current value since I do need to make money, and I don't want it to cost too much to own a blacksmith! I will pay any taxes and tips as well if necessary.
Out-Of-Character Information Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: Stormageddon50
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone: Eastern Standard
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have played in multiple in depth role playing games and understand the requirements.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I found a link to the server in the Minecraft forums and I love LOTR so I decided to apply.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: None applicable
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yes
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: I have read through Elven Lore and the Laws of Malinor
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: A game or server that puts the player into the place of the character he or she creates. The player lives in acts as the character would rather than playing as an outside spectator.
Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is when the player plays from an outside perspective searching for exploits, not complying with rules, and uses or achieves powers, weapons, items, ect., unavailable to their character. An example of meta-gaming would be, a player who isn’t actually role-playing and is actually looking to be the strongest through unfair methods. Such as, entering a town/building his character type has no access to, or killing and looting people’s bodies where there is to be no murder or thievery (unless a villain) like in towns or cities.
Power-emoting: Power-emoting is using something that is completely unfair to the other player and leaves no room for reaction, such as if there is a current duel and someone suddenly shows up and cuts off both of their heads. Or if there were say a role-play battle and one of the combatants were to cast powerful magic they didn’t have access to, such as, some kind of poison spell that would incapacitate a player. The player who was power-emoting knows he can’t legally do it, however, the other player doesn’t and has to face the consequences even though they aren’t legitimate.
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Acaele’avern Windleaf
Current Age: 400
Sub-race (if any): Wood Elf
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
I was born of two highly esteemed, and somewhat rich, Wood Elves, in Elysium. They settled in an expensive house in a mainly Human town. My father died in the wild about 2 years after my birth due to injuries caused by a creeper attack, and so my mother and I moved back to Malinor. She bought a small yet comfortable house even though we could have afforded much larger.
After about 150 years we sailed to Anthos on a large and crowded ship. I took care of my mother for a year after we arrived because she had become horribly ill on the boat, probably due to the crowd and indecent sanitation. After she died, I decided to sell the home I had been caring for her in, and decided explore the world around the age of 158. I didn’t associate with anyone for the next 70 years or so.
On my later adventuring I made friends from all different races. One was a High elf named Mithandriel, two humans named Gregor and Arenthur, and a dwarf called Gorthing. When I reached the age of 300 most of my friends had died either by battle, old age, or sickness, and so I decided to settle down for a time.
I was depressed so I looked for work to take my mind off my sorrow. I took various jobs, such as blacksmithing, locksmithing, mining, and farming. The jobs felt rather tedious after I had learned the skills and I never felt fulfilled. Adventure found its way back into my life around the time I turned 340.
A rather short lived trading company called The Southern Dweller Trading Co. needed an escort on an expedition through the wild to a secret mine. I decided to go along and help. When we exited the mine after are extensive search they left me bound and blindfolded in the mine. I managed to escape when I found a knife to cut my bounds. Once I was out I tracked down their caravan forged some sales ledgers to fit illegal activity and reported them to the guards in a nearby town. A investigation the guards found these traders had done so before and so my actions were justified. The thrill of the chase and danger made me thirsty for more. I have been adventuring to this day meeting new friends and seeing how the towns I once passed through have changed over the years.
Ambitions for the Future: In the future, I hope to own a shop in which I can display my findings, and earn money to afford more expeditions.
Personality: I try to help where I can and stay respectful, but I have a deep love for wandering which sometimes overtakes my mindset. I am willing to go to extremes for just causes.
Skills: Blacksmithing, Basic Farming, Adventuring, and Simple Locksmithing
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Dirty blonde hair, with blue eyes, with a rare light colored skin, and a dark green traveling cloak.
Any other details you wish to share about your character: Is proficient with both a bow and sword from battling mobs. Devoutly follows Viera. Shuns the use of magic by all, except wise wizards.
Open-Response-Questions Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older elves are mocking a small Elven child. How do you react?
Answer: As I hear the snickering, I silently investigate. As my suspicions are confirmed, I approach the older elves to reprimand them. As I lecture them on why elf youth are to be treasured, a small stone is thrown at me. I am ready to fight, but I manage to hold back the urge. I yell “You are all extremely immature I would have expected this kind of behavior from human, in fact humans act better than you! You should all be ashamed of yourselves!” I storm of escorting the young elf back to the village as the older elves continue to laugh and mock him. I tell the young elf that they don’t know what they are talking about, and I proceed to buy him a warm meal at the tavern.
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 run over to the man asking if he is all right. Then I gather up his coins, put them back into his pouch, and return them to him. I help him up carrying him to the nearest carriage. Once we arrive I tell the carriage driver to take us to the nearest medical center, and I pay for his help. I even give him some extra coin if he would go faster. I quickly carry the man into the center and lay him on a cot. I tell the healer “This old man collapsed in the woods, so I carried him to a carriage and got him here as fast as I could!” She replied saying, “Don’t worry we have him well cared for, and he has no serious injuries”. I sigh in relief and return to my business.
3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved).
Answer: I walk up to the carriage. “Sir what kind of minerals do you have,” I say. “I carry all kinds,” he replies. I inquire, “How much do you charge for five ingots of gold?” “That’ll be,” he calculates in his head, “600 minas”. “600 minas, that’s ridiculous!”, I reply. “But I would buy for 300”, I add, the gold was marvelous but I didn’t want to give him room to up the price. He replies firmly, “I won’t go lower than 500”. “Having me on your transaction ledger may make elves more accepting of your business, and hey I’ll even raise my price to 400”.”The gold is a bit low quality I’m doing you a favor.” I say shrewdly. He thinks for a second and decides it is worth it. “I’ll take you up on that offer”, he says handing me the gold. “Pleasure doing business with you”, I say as I stroll away. Thinking to myself “I have a fortune I just love to haggle.”
[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: doomheart How old are you?: 14 Time-Zone: WST Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Lord of the Rings How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Trying to find a server that has an excellent quality of roleplaying Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/88845-human-doomhearts-application/ http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/88991-human-doomhearts-application/ 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
[b]Definitions[/b] In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Is a customized character in a unique world and you can make choices/decisions. For example) My lord, what do you wish us to do?/ My lord, the enemy is retreating! Meta-gaming: Is using information outside and putting that information into your character. For example) Someone using a mirror to see Medusa even though they know nothing about her and how she turns people to stone. Power-emoting: Is an action forcing on another character ex: Player 1 kills Player 2, Player 1 steals gold from Player 2
[b]In-Character Information:[/b] Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Artamir Current Age: 24 Sub-race (if any): Human Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Artamir was a very curious child. He was born to a small family that was settled in a small village in Oren. His mother, Lorinda worked as a farmer, selling wheat to the highest biter for profit. His father, Belemir was a hunter that travels around the village hunting for food to provide his family. When Artamir helps Lorinda, she gives him a loaf of bread. Belemir was a strange wise man. He would take me outside the village for bow practice. Belemir said "Aim, take a deep breath and shoot." When I followed his instructions I actually shot it correctly. Belemir said "Nice shot. you'll soon be an expert." It was one of the happiest moment of my life.
When Artamir turned 9, his father, Belemir was trading with Eleven villages but one day someone does not carry out their trade. So, members of the Eleven village came and question Belemir. But it turns out that Belemir was drunk in the tavern and started attacking the Elves. Because of self-defense the elves fight back, resulting in everyone fighting. Sadly Belemir was killed by the Eleven villages. I did not know about this until I was 16. I forgive the Elves because it was not their fault it was my father.
When Artamir turned 18 he started taking his father’s profession which is hunting. I would be hunting animals to provide my family in Oren. One day I met a friendly human that was named Lorik. Lorik was a strange man but very kind. He would help me by teaching me the ways of being a hunter. Lorik always said “You’ll soon join me in the battle when you are older.” I was amazed that I could fight alongside with Lorik. When I went home I had a loaf of bread from my mother and some meat from a couple of animals I slayed. All the time now I was thinking of the battles and I will soon defend for the Human race.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] To fight with Lorik in his guild and find many friends to help on the way. Personality:[/b] Artamir is a nice man. He always say he will get the job done. Artamir is friendly to other people. Skills:[/b] Artamir is excellent with a bow due to his hunting skills from his dad’s side. He can handle heavy weaponry if he must. Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b]
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] N/A
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b] Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point. ____
[b]1.[/b] [b]Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure[/b] [b]stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly[/b] [b]up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you[/b] [b]do?[/b]
Answer: I screamed “Guards, guards that man appears to look like he is up to no good. The guards suddenly noticed that the hooded man was attempting to do something bad and said “You there stop!” I took action to distract the mysterious person. The guards rush as fast as they could and arrested the hooded man. It turns out that the man said “The Emperor is taking advantage of our cities to his wishes, he must be stopped!”
[b]2.[/b] [b]Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large[/b] [b]clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an[/b] [b]unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two[/b] [b]heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed[/b] [b]with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b]
Answer: Because I am an average heavy weaponry fighter, I take my longsword out and sneak up behind them. I use a tree to cover myself. Right when they are about to attack the old man, I ran up in front of them and said, “You really shouldn’t be harming this innocent old man! If anything, you should be fighting the halflings! At least they are a good threat compared to you two fools!” They said “Gold is gold, does not matter where you get it.” So They they wanted to kill this innocent man so I took action and when the man was distracting the bandits I unarmed them so they weren't armed. The bandits said “We will get the gold one day.”. The bandits retreated and the old man said “Thank you young one, you have done a good deed.” I was rewarded with 6 Minas.
[b]3.[/b] [b]You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a[/b] [b]small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and[/b] [b]notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that[/b] [b]he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is[/b] [b]willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do?[/b] [b](Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that[/b] [b]happens).[/b]
Answer: Since I don’t have a bow equipped with me, I asked the man “What is your price for this bow?” Although he says that there are no set prices, I asked “What would a good price would be?” The man says that 2 Minas would be an average price but he would offer it for 0.80 Minas. I accept his offer and said “Thank you.” Next, I get some arrows. The man says “You can have 1 arrow for 0.45 Minas.” So, I accept the offer once again. Before I left, I asked the man “Why are you selling me these items so cheaply.” He explains that he just got married and is extremely happy. So, he wants to make everyone happy by letting them haggle prices. I said “Thank you, you are very kind and very generous, good things will happen to you in the future.”
[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: tt2540
How old are you?:16
Time-Zone: Eastern Standard Time
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?:Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:No
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:My friend showed me it and it looked so cool! I think I would be great on the server!
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/user/59538-cmaloney99/
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
[b]Definitions[/b] In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Playing the role of another character.
Meta-gaming: Doing something that your race wouldn’t really be able to do but doing anyway.
Power-emoting: Doing something overpowered or unfair.
[b]In-Character Information:[/b] Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Lucas Rupp
Current Age:19
Sub-race (if any):none
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Lucas Rupp is a hardworking, and dedicated young man to his fighting. Lucas grew up in a family of 5, all boys. Being the middle child he grew to believe that his parents and brothers didn’t love him so he took his anger out on his hard work for becoming a better warrior. At the age of 13 his parents were killed looking for food. Also Lucas’s brother, Matthias, died in a battle when Lucas was 15. These heartbreaks in his life influenced him to become a better warrior.
Today Lucas is still a hardworking warrior living by himself keeping himself healthy and alive. Lucas’s dream is to join the army and serve as a general and lead his city to success. Lucas is a great man off wisdom when it comes to battle and he would be a great warrior for his city. Throughout Lucas’s life he went through many casualties in his family leaving him the only one left in his family and he wants people to remember his name.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] to become a successful war veteran.
Personality:[/b] Rude, Stubborn, Dedicated to his work
Skills:[/b] Fighting, Bargaining, and Hunting
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b]
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b]No
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b] Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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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: First I would walk over to the guard very casually and inform him on the dark-cloatthed figure and tell them that he looks like he is up to no good. After telling them that I would try to make up a quick plan to go and see what the man is up to. Once we have the plan, which is to go question the man and back him away from the palace, me and the guards would escort the man away from 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: “Hey losers why don’t you pick on somebody your own size” I said. He lifted his blade and charged directly at me. I blocked the blade but without seeing the other guy slice a deep gouge into my arm. I then turned around and stabbed the guy who cut me and dodged the other swing while thrusting my sword at the guy killing him. Then I would ask the old man if he was ok and if he needed anything.
[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Answer: “Hello Sir, how are you doing today” I said. “ I’m quite alright my friend. Are you looking to buy anything in particular. “Yes, I was looking to buy an Iron Chest plate to complete my set of armor.” I responded. “You’re lucky” he said “this is the last one we have. How much are you looking to buy it for.” “I was thinking….. I don’t know….. Maybe 19 gold.” I said. “19 GOLD!!” he snapped back at me “ are you crazy! Maybe like 48 gold.” I responded “Hmmm… how about 28 and that’s the final deal because when you think about it once you get this of your hand you will get 10 new ones in stock so wouldn’t you rather just get this off your hands and get a new stock or would you just want me walking away to go to another store to buy this.”. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Lucas Rupp” responded. “Well Lucas you have got yourself a deal” he said. “Thank you for your time my friend and uh keep the change.” As I winked at him and walked away.
[size=small]The Lord of the Craft is a strict and mature roleplaying server with an extensive playerbase and professional staff. The main aim of the entire Lord of the Craft Development Team is to provide the players with the most ideal and superb platform to roleplay on - this means we run a hand-selected plugin set-up featuring custom plugins developed exclusively for us, and others modified to fit the server.[/size]
[size=small]You can be what you want to be - a sailor, a farmer, a king or a soldier - you can be them all on the Lord of the Craft. [/size]
[size=small]The Lord of the Craft is a strict-roleplay server which features a totally unique and hand-made Realm in which our players can roleplay in. We dedicate ourselves to creating the perfect platform for our players, which means that we focus entirely on ensuring the world is fit for you to roleplay in.[/size]
[size=small]On the Lord of the Craft you have the chance to create a totally unique character - anyone you want - and you can roleplay as them. You can be a simple peasant farmer, get married and run your farm to make a living - or you can delve into the dangerous world of politics and rise as the leader of a nation. It all depends on your interaction in the world with other players.[/size]
[size=small]For the past two years (approx.) we have been the number one Minecraft Roleplay server - so we have quite some experience in ensuring the maximum experience for our players. We run regular in-game events to progress the server storyline and we feature entirely unique antagonists and lore to get you totally immersed in the server.[/size]
[size=small]Our staff teams are hand-picked from the community, and are made up of the most dedicated server members we have - all focusing on ensuring that you have the perfect time with us.[/size]
[size=small]The Realm of Anthos is our current land, and the people of Asulon (our older world) have settled in nicely. Huge cities have grown from the dusty land, and the populace have become fond of their new homeland.[/size]
[size=small]When playing the Lord of the Craft you will encounter a huge number of players (we have over 11,000 accepted members who have logged into the server) - and you will have the chance to roleplay with literally hundreds of other players in a fully persistent world that is influenced directly by your actions. However, it's not just the in-character aspect of the Lord of the Craft which makes us so popular - we have a fantastic community that has grown over the years, and that is welcoming to all new members. [/size]
[size=small]If you're seeking a mature, entertaining, immersive strict-roleplay server - then you've found it.[/size]
Remember to post a copy of your application on THIS thread as a reply.
The Dwarven Race are the underground dwellers of the Lord of the Craft - they reside in huge caverns, deep below the surface filled with valuable minerals and metals.
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as
possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
How old are you?: 13
Minecraft Account Name:sk8erboy46
Time-Zone: New York
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?:Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:
Other servers, and lots of Elder Scrolls
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:I was
looking for a good Minecraft roleplay server on minecraftforums.net
Link any applications that you have previously made for the
server: None
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If
not, then please do so (link above): Yes
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make
use of it and follow it in your biography?:Yes, I will try.
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take
any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Using a made up character to play-act with
other people.
Meta-gaming: Using OOC information for your IG character
Power-emoting: Not giving someone the chance to react in
roleplay, example: "John cuts off Alex's head and watches it role down the
hill" Instead of "John swipes
his sword at Alex's head"
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Nienna Alatariel Fallasion
Current Age:35
Sub-race (if any): Wood Elf
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+
paragraphs long): Nienna had a fairly normal childhood, playing with the other
children, having fights, and making friends with the wrong people. But there
was one thing she was not, and I repeat not, willing to do. Archery. She had
been quite content to never even look at a bow, and continue with her other
hobbies, cooking and planting. Why, she had even made a little cooking business
of growing her food, cooking it, and delivering. She had made quite a lot of
money doing that for a couple months. Until one day, her father shoved a bow in
her arms and an arrow in her hands. "Please dont make me do this, father!
You know I dont want to!" She told him, but to no avail, he was determined
to have her try it. Sighing, she drew back the string of the bow, dread
crawling in her stomach at the thought of disappointing her father yet again.
Then she let go of the string, and as if everything were in slow motion, she watched the
arrow hit the very edge of the target. "You did it!" Her father
yelled. "Im guessing that means I did pretty good." She smiled, and
that's how it began. Her quest to get better at the bow and arrow. She
practiced day and night, and though it took a while, she was finally able to
hit the very center of the target. Although, there was one other thing she
wanted to achieve. To learn to sing. She was very bad at it, though she
believed that if she practiced, she would get better. Now, truly, she had no
good luck. She could enter a raffle and the number would be the farthest from
her. So when she went to find someone who could teach her to sing, she had no
such luck. Oh, sure, her mother could sing, but it wasn't professional, just a
few nursery rhymes. By this time, she had given up. She would find someone when
she got older, was one of her thoughts.
When she became twenty, she started to yearn for adventure. So, she got up one morning,
packed up her things, and told her parents "I'm going on an
adventure!" And so she marched off into the deeper parts of the forest,
and was in there for about five minuets until she finally got bored and had the
sudden urge to climb trees. Leaving her stuff on the ground, which was not the
best thing to do, she climbed to the very top and gasped at what she saw. It
was a beautiful sea of green tree tops, with the sun sinking just above them.
With a new motive, she climbed down and got her stuff, only to find a raccoon
had ate some of her food. Mumbling about not making that choice again, she made
her way back home. For the next ten or so years, she decided she would go and
explore new places. But while she was on her adventures, she found that there was always one thing in every one. Magic. She soon decided that her current quest would be to learn magic.
Ambitions for the Future: Explore, learn magic, and open a shop.
Personality: Brave, stubborn, kind, sarcastic, artistic, a bit childish, a bit disrespecting, and a bad temper.
Skills: Planting, archery, cooking, fighting.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your
skin): Dirty blonde hair, brown and green dress, brown sandals. (I don't know how to do an in game screenshot, sorry.)
Any other details you wish to share about your character: None
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a
minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as
descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
____
1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the
sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of
older elves are mocking a small elven child. How do you react?
Answer: Walking over to the older elves, I say "What motive could you possibly have to mock a small child?" Not waiting for there responses, I go over to the child, and ask "Hun, where do you live?" The child takes me there, and I explain what had happened. Then once the explaining is done, I ask her, "Do you know of any motive they could possibly have had?" The mother didn't have an answer, so I conclude that the elves were just plain mean. Later, I go back to them and ask them directly. "Why were you mocking that child?" I could tell they were uncomfortable. "Its alright, you don't need to tell me. Just don't do it again, okay?" One of them nodded, but I just returned to my walk, knowing that I wouldn't be able to persuade them.
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: Rushing to help the man up, I let him lean on my shoulder, although my small stature makes it hard, I start to help him to an elf that had experience in medical attention. Once I had gotten there, I stay until he was okay. "I'm fine, really," he croaks, as I cluck over him. "My name is Valindil Oranor," he tells me, "I am called Nienna Fallasion." I say in turn, and when he gets up from bed, and walks, I finally say that he is in fact healed. Once his stuff was gathered, I tell him "We should meet up again." He reply's with a grunt and a smile, and I watch him head off into the forest, a little sad and angry that he didn't say the same.
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: Walking up to the trader, I ask "What stock do you have?" He goes inside his carriage, and when he comes out, hes holding a gold ring, a tarnished silver dagger, and an engraved bow. I try not to look at the bow to much, for then he would know I wanted that one. I sweep my eyes across what he had, asking how much each was all the while. "The gold ring is only a mere forty-five dollars, the silver dagger is seventy dollars-" At this point, I interject, "But its tarnished." I point out. He gives me a look, and retaliates by saying "Yes, but, you can just put polish on it, and it'll be as good as new! And as I was saying, the bow is seventy-five dollars." I suck in a breathe at the expensive prices. Even to get the gold ring, I would have to haggle the price tag down quite a bit. "I'll take the bow for thirty." I reply, and he gives me another look, "seventy" He says. I was determined to get this bow for below fifty dollars. "thirty-five." I say calmly. Narrowing his eyes at me, "I could only part with it for sixty." Rolling my eyes at this cheesy line, I was loosing my patience. "Well, you'll have to part with it for thirty-five. I'm not going any higher. That's my final price, so take it or leave it." The trader looked at me, and murmured "Fine." Apparently, he did not get many customers, if he was agreeing to that. "Whats that?" I ask smugly, glaring at me, "I said I'll take it for thirty-five." Paying him the money, I smirk at him and prance away with my new bow. I was gonna try this thing out when I got home
[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b] Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: UsopptheSniper
How old are you?: 17
Time-Zone: PST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yup.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I've roleplayed a bit on RS, but not much. I've mainly learned from my IRL friend who has played on the server.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: My friend would be playing it when I came over to his house. His username is halt99 (he quit, but I think he used to be a villain or something).
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 have done so.
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Indeed I have.
[b]Definitions[/b] In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: When you assume the role of another and act as if you were that being (basically acting). While you are that character, you shouldn't bring in IRL feelings into play and keep to your character as much as possible.
Meta-gaming: When you use information obtained outside of the game for gain inside of it. Like if I was in a skype call with someone and they mentioned that they were raiding a village the next day and then I told the village in advance, letting them get prepared when they should have been caught off-guard.
Power-emoting: When you emote something that doesn't give the other player a chance. Such as –Usopp fires his bow, landing an arrow straight into the enemy’s eye- when it should be –Usopp fires his bow, aiming for his enemy’s eye-
[b]In-Character Information:[/b] Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Bradley Siegfried
Current Age: 23
Sub-race (if any):
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Bradley grew up in a small farming village with his aunt and uncle. It was a village closed off from the outside world. The only time when Bradley ever saw a new face was when the caravan would come by to pick up fresh produce. Bradley dreamed of riding off with that caravan, to be free from his confined habitat. However, his legal guardians frowned upon this and constantly reminded him about the evils of the outside world. He was shown drawings of demons with pointed ears called “Elves” and barbaric beings known as “Orcs”. He was also reminded of how a band of crazed elves had slaughtered his parents and torched the village they were staying at during that time. Many of the inhabitants of the closed off village were of similar backgrounds with hardship and fear of other races, making it easier for the people to work together.
The only being that wasn't human in the village was a dwarf who ran the local pub. His name was Borvin. Borvin had saved some local children from slavers, deeming him as a good non-human to the community. Slavers were a problem in the area, but generally never targeted their small village. Bradley would often sneak into the pub and converse with Borvin about the outside world, learning about the true nature of the other races, clearing the lies taught by his guardians. Bradley slowly developed a longing to meet these other races and traverse the outside world. His dream was to live with the wood elves after Borvin brought him a book describing them and their lifestyles.
A few years after the book had been introduced to him, Bradley (now 10) was helping his uncle harvest some crops when he spotted something on the horizon. He saw a small figure coming towards the village, tripping occasionally. Bradley pointed it out to his uncle and they cautiously approached the figure. Bradley noticed that it was a small female with chains around her hands and ankles. As soon as she came close, the uncle stopped in his tracks. He mumbled something which Bradley could not hear, the only thing he picked up on was “ears”. He glanced at the chained one and noticed she had pointy ears. Gasping, he realized that she was a very young elf. Judging from the direction she was running from, the uncle suspected that the slavers were involved. The young elf pleaded for us to help her before “they” came for her. Scowling, Bradley’s uncle took the blanket meant to cover the produce in the cart and wrapped it around the young elf who had all but fainted. He placed her in the cart and they carried the produce and her back into the village.
Before Bradley had the chance to talk to the elf, he was left alone in the house as a town meeting was called, his uncle taking the elf with him. Tired of being lied to by his guardians, Bradley sneaked out of the house and went to the side window of the town hall. He saw people arguing and pointing vindictively at the elf. Suddenly, Bradley felt a strong hand on his shoulder which turned him around. Bradley sighed in relief as he saw it was Brovin. He told Brovin that he wanted to know what was going on. After begging Brovin, he eventually responded with a sickened look, telling Bradley that they wanted to return the elf to the slavers before the slavers came looking with armed guards and thugs. The people of this town did not want any harm to come to the people or the town because of the “devil spawn”. They were sending a messenger to the slavers as they spoke Bradley started crying that they had no right to do that and ran back to his home. As he ran, he saw a man leaving the village, heading towards the slavers area. Bradley returned home and fell asleep crying into his pillow.
Later that night, Bradley awoke to find everyone sound asleep. He glanced at the sky and saw that he had sleep through the evening and the moon was now high in the sky. Looking at the stars, he thought of a plan. First, he packed a small bag of items that he wanted to keep. Then, he snuck out of the house. Bradley went over to the town hall, where he found the elf. Her chains had been broken and she had been clothed in less tattered clothing, but they had tied her up with rope and it seems like she had a fattened lip. He woke her up and motioned that she should be silent. She nodded in fright and Bradley untied her. He whispered for her to stay there and he silently left the hall. He walked to the other side of the village, albeit a short distance until he got to an empty storage building isolated from the residential places. Taking a nearby lantern, he smashed it on the wooden wall of the building. A small fire was created and started to spread. Bradley ran back and shouted around the village about the fire. As people rushed out of their homes to put out the fire which had started to engulf the whole building, Bradley returned to the town hall. He grabbed the young elf’s hand and guided her out of the village. As they left, a neighbor spotted him and grabbed Bradley by the arm. He snarled, asking where he was taking the vermin. Bradley spit on the man and the man used the back of his hand to knock Bradley back a few feet. The man was seething and accused Bradley of being a servant of evil. As he raised his hand again, Bradley heard a ‘clang’ and watched the man collapse on the floor. Borvin stood there with a bent frying pan with a concerned look on his face. He checked on Bradley’s condition and picked him up. He pointed to his cart and told them to get in. Borvin tied the cart to his horse and quickly started to ride away from town.
After they had left the village and rode for a couple miles, Borvin told Bradley that he should head back home and that he would see to it that the elf returned to her family. Bradley pretended to agree and hopped off the cart. He waved to Borvin and started to walk in the direction of home. After they fell out of sight, Bradley turned around and followed the road. After an hour, he saw smoke and people riding off. He noticed a toppled over cart which was fire and realized that it was Borvin’s. He rushed over and found his body lying on the side of the road. Bradley cried out and knelt by his body. He had been stabbed multiple times and beaten. Bradley glanced around and noticed that the elf was nowhere to be seen. Bradley reckoned that it was the slavers and swore. He sat down, mourning for the loss of his friend when he noticed a shiny object on the ground near him. He went over and picked it up. On close inspection, it was a flask, engraved with “Borvin” on it. Bradley clutched it tight and put it in his sac of belongings, swearing to keep it in memory of his friend. In less than a day of being outside of his village, his best friend had already been killed and his chance at knowing about the elves had been lost. Losing determination, Bradley dug a shallow grave for Borvin, poured the contents of the flask onto it, and started down the road on a journey that would continue for years.
Ambitions for the Future: Bradley travels around, hoping to find a place where he can be at peace and drink his years away, practicing his smithing. He learned to love smithing after living with some dwarves for a while and hopes to make goods for many people in the future.[/b]
Personality: Over the years, he has learned to mask his emotions drawing into himself, not caring about his fellow man or matters that don’t directly concern him. He is an alcoholic and carries around the flask that Borvin once owned. He never stays in one place for long and is characterized as nomadic. He seeks out skilled blacksmiths in hope of learning more from them.[/b]
Skills: Bradley is skilled with a bow and traversing areas, having lived most of his life on the go. He became skilled in smithing after living with a dwarf for a while, but hasn't had the time to perfect his skills. [/b]
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): He has scraggly brown hair, but usually wears a dirty cloak to.It's smeared in blood from wild beasts, but since Bradley doesn't care about how he looks, he doesn't wash it or himself that often. [/b]
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b]
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b] Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
____
[b]1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?[/b]
Answer: Bradley, drinking his ale while relaxing at a table outside of a small tavern, spots the figure. Bradley observes his posture and actions with an ounce of curiosity. He sighs as he comes to the conclusion that the figure is some sort of villain based off his stealthy movements. He glances down at his ale, back up at the villain, then back down to his ale and shrugs. Taking another swig of ale, Bradley decides to follow the hooded figure, leaving a generous tip on the table before slipping out of the tavern and a small ways behind the figure. As they draw close to the palace, Bradley loses interest in the hooded figure. Coming to a halt, Bradley walks over to the nearest guard, explaining what had happened. The guard nods and rushes off towards the palace as Bradley takes out his flask. He grins, taking a small swig, and walks off into the night.
[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: Bradley, weary after a long day’s travel, grins as he sees this display. He creeps over to a tree and slowly climbs it to get a better view.
Thug 1: Either you give it to us or you’ll have to be fed with a tube after we are finished with you.
Old man: I already gave you all my valuables! Please, I have nothing else!
Thug 2: Don’t give us that crap, we saw you opening a small chest a few days ago while we scouted your home out.
The old man’s eyes widen for a brief moment, drawing the attention of Thug 1. He grabs the old man’s shirt and shoves him against the wall of the cottage before the old man can react. The sudden impact causes the old man to drop his dagger onto the floor, which is picked up by Thug 1.
Thug 1: Don’t lie to us old man! We don’t like liars, you know what we do with liars?! We cut out their tongue so they can’t lie again!
Thug 1 brandishes the dagger, pointing it at the old man’s face. The old man starts to hyperventilate when Thug 2 takes his club and smashes it into the old man’s right leg. The old man screams in agony as the two thugs laugh.
Thug 2: Ready to tell us now old timer?
The old man nods vigorously.
Old man: If I tell you, will you promise to leave me alone?
Thug 1: Yes, I promise, NOW TELL US WHERE THE CHEST IS!
The old man whispers something and Thug 1 rushes into the house and Bradley hears some banging of pots and breaking of wood. He walks back out after a few minutes with the small chest. Opening it, he pulls out some coins and a few trinkets. The thugs add it to their sac of loot and then grin. The old man stumbles onto his feet, using the wall as support.
Old man: Now leave! I’ve given you everything that I have!
Thug 2: Not everything…
The old man looks up with fear in time to see Thug 2’s club come swinging down. Bradley winces as the wall is coated in red. The two thugs rush off into the wilderness, leaving Bradley alone. He slides down and goes to what is left of the old man. Sighing, he goes into the house and finds a shovel and proceeds to dig a grave. After burying the old man, Bradley goes into the house to make himself comfortable for the night.
[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:
Bradley walks towards the merchant, preparing to ask for directions.
Merchant smiles and greets Bradley, cutting him off: Hello good sir! Might I interest you in some find goods! Perhaps you are looking for something in specific?
Bradley scowls: No, I’m not looking for any merchandise. I’m -
The merchant frowns and cuts him off again: Nonsense! I have the finest goods in the area! From trinkets to weapons, I have it all! You look like a medallion type fellow, I have a plethora of medallions in all shapes and sizes!
Bradley growls a bit: Listen here, I’m not looking to buy any of your junk! I need directions to the nearest inn. I have no need for any of your bobbles or useless items. All I need are the clothes on my back and my weapon. Now are you going to tell me where it is?
Merchant: No need to get so worked up! However, my memory is quite fuzzy from memorizing all these prices… I think if you bought something, that might refresh it…
Bradley growls again: Fine! Give me your cheapest thing.
Merchant picks up a clock: Hehe, that’ll be 15 gold coins.
Bradley: 15?! That’s outrageous, I can go pay the nearest person less coins for information on the inn.
Merchant: Fine, I’ll lower it to 6 coins.
Bradley: 1 coin.
Merchant: 3 coins and that’s it.
Bradley: Fine, here.
Paying the merchant, Bradley takes the cloak, made of cheap materials and listens to the merchant’s instructions. He sarcastically thanks the merchant and wanders towards the inn.
[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: DK15doomer
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone: Pacific
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I've had many previous experiences in role-playing, I've been in many white-listed RP servers, and still play on many. I am a dedicated Role-player.
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...orc-dk15doomer/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yes I have.
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?:Yep!
[b]Definitions[/b] In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role-playing is when you create your own made-up character, and act as if it is real life. You take the thoughts and feelings of your made-up character, and put them in reality.
Meta-gaming: When you take knowledge from the outside world, and put it in the game, in which case you had no idea of knowing before-hand. Example: going up to one of your friends in the game, and saying: "Hey Fred! What's up?" Fred being his REAL name, and not his RP name.
Power-emoting: Doing something to another player that is totally unfair, and you can't get away from it. Example: *I swing down my blade upon blank's head, instantly killing him.*
[b]In-Character Information:[/b] Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Arthur Steelheart
Current Age: 23
Sub-race (if any): Northerner
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Arthur was born in the great Holy Oren Empire, in the capital of the Kingdom of Renatus, Abresi. His mother, who he truly adored throughout his life, was a nice and caring woman, by the name of Melinda Steelheart. Arthur's father, who's name was Armik Steelheart, was notorious for his craftsmanship throughout Anthos.
In Arthur's first 3 years of him breathing the new life of that which was given unto him by his mother, he stayed in their families old house on the edge of the gates. His father was mostly busy, due to his hard work at the blacksmiths. Armik always encouraged Arthur to come into the blacksmith with him one day, and see how work was done around they, and maybe even take on a life of crafting blades, following the footsteps of his father, but Arthur usually declined, because he didn't quite understand what his father did, considering he was only 3 at the time.
At the age of 7, Arthur's mother, Melinda, made Arthur a leather tunic, and his father crafted him a fine wooden sword he could run around with. Arthur always went out in the mornings, and swung at the long grass that grew in his yard. One night, when the wind was blowing peculiarly strong that evening, and the hard long streaks of wet cold rain washed down upon the city of Abresi, Arthur heard a loud crash downstairs, and the short scream of his mother. His father was off at the blacksmiths yet again, so Arthur had to inspect the noises alone. He ran over to his drawer, which held his wooden sword, and he dashed to the stairs, diving into a quick crouch along the stairway. Arthur peaked around the corner of the downstairs hallway, to see a man dressed in all black, with a dagger pointed at his sweet mother, Melinda. Arthur's eyes widened, letting out a quick gasp, then enclosing his mouth with his palms. Arthur watched, as the mysterious man, not breaking dagger contact with Melinda, stuffed coins, necklaces that were lying around the table, and the families medallion that hung on the wall behind him, into his large sack that linked to his waist. The mother's face was filled with fear, along with tears softly falling down her cheek. Arthur could not bare to watch this terrible site, and went into a full sprint towards the robber. Before the man could even react and pull his dagger towards the Arthur, Arthur's arms grasped around the man's waist, as they both fell to the floor. "Arthur!! No!" Melinda cried out, but Arthur ignored the yell. He quickly got up from the rugged floor, and gave a swift blow to the man's right arm with his wooden blade. The man, yelped out a quick "Agh!", and threw his body through the door that lead to the outside before Arthur could do any more damage. Melinda ran towards Arthur, and held him tight. "The Medallion..." She muttered under her breath, as Arthur's gaze leaded out the door, to the dark figure that ran through the streets.
From the age of 10 to 17, Arthur and his father trained every day in the afternoons with swords, and bows. They set up an archery range, made up of hay bail training dummies, and little cans throughout their yard. Arthur and his father, Armik, trained also in hand to hand combat on the weekends, until Arthur could finally take down his father, and put him in a headlock of which he could not escape from. From that day forward, Arthur and Armik's bond grew stronger, and tighter, as they often ventured into the forest in hunt of Anthos's beasts.
At the age of 20, Arthur gave his farewell's and condolences to his family, before heading on his own journey in search of treasures and friends. Arthur wandered the paths of Anthos for 2 years, often stopping at Inns and taverns for sleep and drink, and merry times. He faced many beasts in the wild, and slayed them all. Other travelers who sighted Arthur sometimes greeted him, and gave him food for his long journey.
After Arthur turned the age of 23, his journey had just begun, as he searches for a place he can truly call home, forever.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] He wishes to become a mighty slayer of beasts, and a traveling trader as a side hobby for extra coin.
Personality:[/b] Quiet, kind, and full-hearted.
Skills:[/b] Arthur is strong, quick, clever, and precise with his aim.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] Arthur usually wears a green hood over his head that hides most of his face, and goes all the way down his body.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b]
[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 doyou do?[/b]
Answer: Arthur sits at one of the fountains in the capital, and closely watches the dark-clothed man, as he makes his way towards the palace. His fingers cross around a coin in his hand, and he quickly flicks it with his thumb, the coin landing in the water behind him.. Arthur stands up, and quietly heads over to a tree right beside the mysterious figure. He watches the figure as it's eyes scale the large palace up and down, making it obvious he's up to nothing but trouble. On that note, Arthur steadily walks over to one of the palace guards, making sure not to notify the odd figure, and informs him about this mysterious man. The guard nods his head, and heads over in the direction of the dark figure. Arthur's face shows a hint of pleasure as he walks back over to the fountain to sit back down.
[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: The tree branches sway as Arthur quickly strides up one of the oak trees around the clearing. He listens in on the conversation...
"Aye, old man! We're not playin' games here, show us where your gold is, an' we won't harm a single hair on your fragile whittle chin." One of the bandits shouts out, spitting a little saliva on the old man's face.
"Yeah! What he said!" The other tag-along bandit chimes in.
"L-Look, I don't know what you're talking about! I'm very poor, I don't have any gold! Please, just leave this place!" The old man's expression was fear and pain, giving off the hint that he was recently hit by one of the bandits.
"Wha' ever! We don't like liars, old man! Give me the gold, now!" The first bandit spat out, becoming enraged by the fragile old man.
"I swear! Please, just leave me be! You can take my crops! Please, anything, just leave..." The old man's face begins to give out.
The bandit catches the old man's eyes wander to a hole in one of the trees that sat next to his house.
"Aha! Alik, go over to that tree right o'er there, and check in that little hole!" One of the bandits ordered, and the other one quickly dashed over to the tree, and pulled out a handful of gold coins.
"Look! Look over here! There's gold, and necklaces!" You could tell the bandit was overly excited.
The old man let out a single swear under his breath. Both of the bandits indulged in the rich tree, and swung the coins into their pocket-sacks.
Arthur let out a small sigh, and quietly lowered down the tree. As soon as his feet hit the ground, he wandered off to the trail he just came from, with a pained, sad look in his face.
[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggleand choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Answer:
"Come one! Come all! I have the best equipment and trade in all of Anthos! Haggle your prices, and come today!" The man yells out to the crowd wandering the streets.
Arthur walks up to the stall. "Ah, hello sir. What are you trading today?" Arthur calmly asks the man behind the stall.
"Anything, and everything! Name your item, I have it! But let's take a look... You seem to be looking for a... Bow, I presume?" He asks, eyeing Arthur's quiver on his back.
"Actually, I am. What about that one?" He asks, pointing at one of the light bows on the wall.
"Ooo! This one was made precisely for accurate shots, and penetrating blows! Hmm, let's see.. Let's start it off with... 25 coins?" The man's smile looks like it might fall off his face at any moment.
"Hmm.. That's a bit steep. How about 15 coins?" Arthur haggles the price down a bit.
"15? You're asking 15!? This bow was made from the great High Elves! How dare you insult me with such a low price!" The man's stall almost shakes as his explosive voice comes out in a boom.
"Okay, sorry. I didn't mean to offend. How about.. Let's say, 20 coins?" Arthur asks, still keeping calm.
"Now that's more like it!" The man reaches over and pulls the bow off of the wall, and places it down on the table infront of him, smiling.
Arthur pulls out 20 coins from his satchel, and plops them onto the table, grabbing the bow, and testing the string's length and tightness. Happy with the quality, he gives a quick wave of goodbye, and wanders away towards the gates.
Out-Of-Character Information: Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: Acepilot25
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone: Eastern, Kentucky
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I used to be apart of LOTC but then I quit to help my friend with his server, which failed so now I want to come back and I am creating a new character.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: My Skype friend, Blackdragonhole
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: [None] (I have old application that were for my old, now done with, character)
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, I have read it fully.
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role-playing is like taking the place of a fictional/made up character and acting the part.
Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is using information your character has not obtained through role-play.
Power-emoting: Power-emoting is using an RP emote, such as in sparring, that does not give your opponent a chance to react, like this: *Slices John's knee with his dagger, john falls to the ground in pain.* It should be like this: "Attempts to cut John's knee with his dagger.*
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Piecer Rek Sederth
Current Age: 21
Sub-race (if any): [None]
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Piecer was born into a modern family in Anthos in a small village within Oren. His father and mother were both survivors of Asulon. His mother would tell Piecer about the beauty of Asulons' fertile plains, and the soft and brisk feel of the blessed Tundra. The name "Piecer" skips a generation and is given to the first-born son of the family. His middle name, Rek, holds great value within the family but is unknown why. Piecer's mother taught him simple math and how to read, which Piecer often had trouble with. Eventually he understood most of it and was able to understand the current events that was taking place in the newly forming land.
On Piecer's 13th birthday his father gave him a bow and a dagger that had been passed down since his Great-Great-Grandfather. The bow was engraved with many markings of creatures and people. The dagger, according to his father, was used to carve these markings over the generations. Now, it was Piecer's turn. Piecer stared at the knife and bow for a long time, and then, he carved. He carved what he imagined Asulon's plains and snow covered forests looked like. He carved the animals to, chickens and cows and pigs. He told his father he wished they could go back, back into Asulon, away from Anthos. But the question had only one answer, and he knew it.
At age 16 Piecer had become quite skilled with the bow and arrow his father gave him. He went out to hunt everyday and brought back food for dinner and game to sell. Every day he carved some more of what he though Asulon looked like onto his bow. At age 19 his father died. He had gone hunting one night and had not returned. The day after Piecer's family found at he had drowned while swimming across a river-it is unknown how he drowned. Piecer was deeply upset, along with his mother. They buried his body, said their prayers to the Lord that He may take care of the soul. The family was in mourning and grief for the next month, only to be followed by a greater tragedy.
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I saw them come from all directions. The night sky was ablaze with fire, the fire of houses, and...and people. My people, my friends, my family..my mother. I watched her be burned alive inside my home. I will never forget this memory, the day the bandits attacked my village. I don't know why they did it, I never will. They had no intention, just to burn the city to the ground and slaughter everyone in it. I was in the safety of the forest, returning home from my daily hunt. I did not expect to find this. I wish I could have down something, but I was only 17, what could I have done? No, I could have done something. I could have killed all the bandits that came that night! But that's the problem, I could have. I can't change the past, but I can change my future.
Piecer now has no family, and is wandering the lands of Anthos. He still has his bow and the dagger his father gave him. But now, its a burden that he cannot get rid of. He must keep it, for his families sake. He is looking for a guild, preferably one in archery, that would welcome him as family and a place he can call home once again.
Ambitions for the Future: Explore, find a guild that Piecer can call Family and Home.
Personality: Shrouded, sympathetic, mix of courage and caution.
Skills: Archery, hunting
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): http://www.planetmin...c-skin-2188004/
Any other details you wish to share about your character: [None]
Open-Response-Questions:
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?
Answer: *Piecer sees the man approaching the palace, looks around at the nearby guards*
*Without making a scene, walks quickly the nearest guard*
Guard: "Halt, stranger"
Piecer: "Forgive my hastiness, but a clothed man is heading into our Emperor's palace. I suspect he is up to no good.."
Guard: *Looks around and spots the man, then turns back to Piecer* "Thank you stranger. Guards! Follow me!"
Piecer: *Piecer watches for a little as the man is searched, then turns around and heads back to the market to sell his pelts*
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: Piecer: *Walks up to the trio of strangers* "Forgive me for intruding, but what is the problem may I ask?"
Bandit: *Attempts to act like a tax collector* "This man refuses to pay his taxes to his king"
Old man: "Liar! You want to rob me of everything and then burn my beloved home!"
Piecer: *Looks from the group of bandits to the Old Man and back again* "Your bandits and you can't deny it. I recommend getting out of here before I call the guards that are with me as we speak."
Bandit: *Looks to his partner and nods, the two of them run into the cover of the forest and escape*
Old Man: "You lied, there are no guards around here..."
Piecer: "Your right, I bluffed. I couldn't fight them on my own and you can barely swing that sword of yours."
Old Man: "But what if they didn't believe you, and they killed you and took my money and burned my house anyway?"
Piecer: "But they didn't though, did they?"
Old Man: *Considers this* "I still do not believe it was the wisest choice, but thank you. You saved my home."
Piecer: *Nods and continues heads back into the forest*
3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).
Answer: Man: "Well hello there, young man. Come to see what ye' can buy?"
Piecer: "I may, depends on what ye' be selling."
Man: "I assure you I have anything you may need."
Piecer: *Thinks for a moment* "Well, if what you say is true, you will have some 47 iron-tipped arrows for me?"
Man: "Why sure boy. Iron tipped, hmm. Hows' bout 57 minas'?"
Piecer: "Hows bout' 32 instead?"
Man: "But thats no-"
Piecer: *Cuts him off* "32 minas' is my offer. Do you want it or not?"
Man: *Considers* "Gah fine, boy." *Gives Piecer the new bow and takes the 20 minas'*
Piecer: "I will pay you 8 minas' for a new arrow sheathe as well."
Man: "Why must you always go below the average prices of my good stock?"
Piecer: "Because you said you had not set prices. Bargain or not?"
Man: *Smiles slightly* "I'll be more careful with my words next time..here you go." *Hands Piecer his new arrow sheath and takes the 8 minas'*
Piecer: "Thank you, sir." *Walks off*
[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: Mortimore316
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone: Central (USA)
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have played on more than one role server before.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I was simply browsing through more Role-Play servers, when I came across this one.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: None
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): No, doing so now.
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?:Yes.
[b]Definitions[/b] In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role playing is, in it's basic form, expressing yourself via some job or other act that the Server (in this case) sets for you by a standard. In other words, you take on the life of someone you are not.
Meta-gaming: Strategy used in gaming.
Power-emoting: Using words to describe what you are doing. EX: "Mort turned his head"
[b]In-Character Information:[/b] Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Relion Ame'onn
Current Age: 132
Sub-race (if any): Wood Elf
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
As a young Wood Elf, Relion Ame'onn wanted to learn. He wanted also to travel the world, and to help those in need. So, Relion, at the age of 115, left his home in Elandriel, and began to explore. He saw many things, including great war. Because of all of the suffering Relion witnessed, Relion decided to return to Elandriel, where he since then has been studying a way to bring unity to all of the races.
Now, Relion still tries to bring unity to all of the races, but in a roundabout fashion. He tries to travel to many cities in all of The Lord of the Craft. During his visits, he discusses things like what the peticular race thinks of the other races, and things of the sort. Besides traveling, he works as a Courier, delivering messages between place to place.
Ambitions for the Future: Plans to help the all of the Races in all of The Lord of the Craft.
Personality: Is quite smart, loves to tinker, a real bookworm, kind nature
Skills: Good with a bow, loves to learn history, and Lore, very sociable. Can get very aggressive
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Likes to wear red, usually wears a skull mask, meaning (in his terms) that he has seen many deaths. Mage-like clothing
Any other details you wish to share about your character: None, besides what I have already described
[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. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older elves are mocking a small elven child. How do you react?[/b]
Answer: I ask them in a kind tone "Why are you mocking this child? What has he or she done to you?" Once they reply, I will tell them that it is not right to bother the child. If they pester him/her further, I tell them again. If they keep on bothering the child, I will use force to solve the issue, but then will continue on with my aggressive-yet-kind nature.
[b]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?[/b]
Answer: I help the man up, asking if he is ok. Then, I return his coins to him, and give him a new pouch to put them in if I am able to. I help him to wherever he needs to be, then continue walking through the forest.
[b]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).[/b]
Answer: I tell the man that I would like to buy 20 Sheets of paper, as well as about 16 sheets of leather. "What are you going to use those for?" The man would ask. "I am going to use them to make messaging books for my Courier service", I reply. "Well, that will cost you about 35 Mina", The man replies. "Could you perhaps lower the price a bit?" I ask. He shakes his head. "35 Mina is the lowest I can go." He says. "Alright, my good sir, here is your 35 Mina", I say as I hand the man the currency. He hands me a sack full of my leather and Paper, then returns to his place beside his carriage. I then head home, wondering how much messaging books I can make.
[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: Morningchill
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone: Eastern Standard Time (GMT -6)
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:
I have played World of Warcraft for a good portion of my life. I have also played RP games such as Skyrim, Fallout, etc. I've also been a part of countless Gmod Half Life 2 Serious Role Play servers.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I've heard of it by my friends and read about it from the Minecraft forums.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: I haven't yet applied.
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yes.
Have you read the Dwarven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Of course.
[b]Definitions[/b] In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing:
Role Playing is acting a part of a fictional fantasy character that is put into fictional life and world. Role-playing is literally playing a role.
Meta-gaming:
Meta-gaming is taking information that has been used either out of character or from knowledge out of my personal characters reach and using it in role-play. Ex. Listening to someone IRL talk about stealing from another player, and then taking that information into the game without your character gaining full knowledge over it.
Power-emoting:
Power-emoting is performing an action that gives yourself an advantage over the opposing player(s). Ex. "Takes sword from belt and drives it through the guard, making him die instantly"
[b]In-Character Information:[/b] Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Thorlak Darkfall
Current Age: 19 Seasons ( 133 Years)
Sub-race (if any): Mountain Dwarf
Clan (if any):
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):[/b]
Thorlak Darkfall is the fifth son of Uzek and Orla Darkfall. His father and mother were both Mountain Dwarfs, and owned a small lumber mill near the capital city, Kal'Karik. Thorlak was the youngest out of the brothers and got grief from them in his early years. He remembers his father always used to pick Thorlak out of any of his brothers to go gather lumber with him. His father always cared for Thorlak the most, and would defend him no matter what. All of his brothers grew jealous of Thorlak and the praise he gets from his father which caused the teasing and mean behavior toward him.
Three of his brothers sought to find their own paths, and took off separately to do so. As Thorlak grew his ambitions grew with him. He found no interest in taking over the family mill and wanted to go off like his brothers and find what he is truly meant for.
Thorlak knew his mother and father wouldn't approve of his absence due to him being one of the two sons left to inherit the mill. Him and one of his brother worked hard at the mill, and grew a bond for each other. About half a season later, his brother was killed in a lumbering accident. Thorlak was devastated by his brothers death, but grew with rage as well, knowing his dream to go and find his own path was ruined.
He become more experienced with lumbering and the market for lumber. On spare time, he would craft wooden weapons and wooden training dummies to practice and release his built in rage. He became more familiar with weapons such as axes and hammers, as he used them the more often.
At every family meeting that was held, Thorlak's parents would praise him for being the only and last son to stay and work at the mill. Seasons had past and his parents grew older and weaker. His father hurt his back earlier while taking to much of a load of lumber back to the mill. They were in no condition to work at the mill anymore. Although Thorlak loved his parents deeply, he found this to be a perfect moment to finally seek his dream. He made agreements with his parents and had them moved in with their relatives who lived deeper in the capital. Thorlak promised to visit and then took off, finally setting out to take his own path.
Thorlak now seeks to travel around Anthos and create his own adventure, like his brothers had done. He hopes that he will soon even meet with his brothers someday, and show them the skills he had mastered while they were away.
Ambitions for the Future: Thorlak wants to become a well known dwarf to his kin and to all races. He wants to earn riches and travel to far places. Thorlak wants to find his dwarven brothers to prove his well being and his skills.
Personality: Thorlak is kind and gentle to kin and close friends. Stern and easily to the ones who threaten him or oppose him. He feels for the weak and defenseless and would help them. Always acts before thinking upon things.
Skills: Very skillful with axes and hammers. He is tough and stocky, and could probably take somebody hand to hand. His strength is high from carrying loads of lumber.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Thorlak is standing at 4ft with a stocky and has a buff build. thick dark orange facial hair. He has no hair on the top of his head.
Any other details you wish to share about your character: He is a heavy drinker and will take any offer for ale.
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b] Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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[b]1. Whilst mining deep in the undergrounds of Kalos you see a large deposit of diamond ore at the other side of the ravine you are on. There is a very thin rock bridge that looks precariously unstable, but it is the only way to access the deposit. What do you do?[/b]
Answer: I slowly move closer to the bridge, trying to think the situation through. As I think my eyes can't help stare at the diamonds glistening to the light from the lava below. I think to myself, "Ay.. This will be a tough one." I finally approach the bridge connecting to the other side of the ravine. Wiping sweat from my brow, I lay my foot down slowly and carefully on the bridge to test its strength. *The bridge then begins to rattle heavily.* I quickly move my foot back, as I glance between the diamonds and the bridge. I take a deep breath before looking up to the small opening showing the sky and say, "Gods give me strength." and quickly run across the bridge. *One end of the bridges ropes begin to snap.* I quickly grab onto the rope on the opposite side, while the beginning side of the bridge snaps. I hold on with full force as I place my other hand on the weak wooden planks used for steps. I stare down toward the almost endless abyss below me and then let out a loud grunt as the one side of the bridge hits me against the rock. Glancing back up at the diamonds, I force myself to climb high enough to get my feet down on the bottom plank. I slowly climb up the steep half broken bridge, using the ridged rocks for support. I steadily make it to the top, pushing myself up on the small ledge and laying on my back to take a breath. Pulling my pickaxe off my back, I finally begin to mine the diamond deposit.
[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 the two dwarfs get up, I take another large sip of ale. I then stand up sternly, making sure to puff my chest out and lift my shoulders. I walk in front of the two dwarfs, blocking them from the younger dwarf. One speaks out with a rough tone, "Ye betta'r move, we doan't want any quarrel with you!" I stand there still as I life my chin up and speak, "I think both of ye should be movin'on, I doan't want this to be manky." They glance between each other, the one with the dagger begins to grin. He raises his dagger and tries to strike me. His action was not quick enough, letting me to get out of his striking direction. The dagger strikes deep down into the wooden table behind me. I quickly take this chance to disarm him from his blade and push him against the wall behind him. "Now, we will leave this young lad alone, Aye?", Slowly he nods as I push him away from the table. He quickly calls for his dwarf friend and then dart out the door. I then turn to comfort the young lad behind me.
[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: As I quickly turn around, I shrug and say, "Sure thing!". I begin chugging the ale without any thought. The bar-owner just smiles and we begin walking toward his bar. We crack jokes and talk about woman as we stumble through the city. I slowly begin to loose consciousness and pass out, due to drinking to much ale. I wake up in a large open field, as I notice I am missing my pack. My pack contained all of my gold, my newly sharpened dagger, and extra clothing. I came rubbed my head as I finally came to realize what had happened. Quickly I race in the direction of the city to go find the bar-owner. A guard stops me and questions my hurry. I tell him the complete truth of what happened, hoping he could help in some way. He looks toward the other guard next to him and lets out a deep breath. "Oi.. Looks as if yo'are not the only one this had happ'en to lad... Ye know who done this?" I told them all I know and they followed me to the bar. As I walked in, I recognized the bar-owner and told the guards it was him. The guards began to question him as he denied everything. They did a search in the bar for the stolen goods. The guards find all of the stolen goods, including my gear, behind two barrels of ale. They returned the goods to their rightful owners, and then arrest the bar-owner.
[Human]
Minecraft Account Name:NightJose
How old are you?:18
Time-Zone:Pacific
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?:Yes,Sir
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:A little in garry's mod
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:My friends told me
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:This is the first
biography?:He is 6 feet hispanic male who likes to adventure!
[b]Definitions[/b] In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing:Playing a Role of another character.
Meta-gaming:Sradegy I guess
Power-emoting:Not sure
[b]In-Character Information:[/b]Likes to mie and explore Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name:Josay
Current Age:30
Sub-race (if any):Hispanic
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Ambitions for the Future:[/b]Become steady with self and keep a daily schedule
Personality:[/b]Calm
Skills:[/b]Mining and peace keeping
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] Basic steve with mining helmet
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b]Nice to others and respectful
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b] Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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[b]1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?[/b]
Answer:I would warn the guards,get a weapon and try to protect the emperor.
[b]2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b]
Answer:I would defend the man and risk my life trying to save the elder and bring down the guards
[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Answer:I would see if he agrees with a bundle of offers I will give him if he denies I would understand.
Out-Of-Character Information
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: SoulAura_
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone: GMT + 12.00 / NZT
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: A little bit in Garrys Mod and played RP games.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Minecraftforums
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: none
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): done
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: putting yourself in a fictional character with different personalities than yourself.
Meta-gaming: A strategy or a way to do it.
Power-emoting: Make emotes that gives you an advantage over something
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Aathun Talos
Current Age: 23
Sub-race (if any): Northerener
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Aathun was bullied a lot at school, witnessed his mother and fathers in a poisonous while traveling to Ager. He taught himself how to wield a sword effectively and use shoot a bow.
Ambitions for the Future: To become the strongest knight in the Holy Oren Empire.
Personality: A nice, humble and brave being
Skills: Sword fighting, able to dodge big attacks, mining, Sniper with the bow
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Any other details you wish to share about your character:
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?
Answer: Quickly warn the guards and if possible, pursue him.
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: Quickly sneak behind one for the bandits and try to take him out then try to scare the other or kill him.
3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).
Answer: " I want the nice longsword there, I've got... uhm, 30 bronze coins" Aathun said to the merchant
" Are you trying to rip me off sir?" the merchant spoke
" No, I'm just a poor adventurer trying to best the best in the empire, but i cannot do that if i don't have a proper weapon. I'll give you 80 bronze for it." Aathun pleaded.
" How about 3 silver?" the merchant quickly replied.
" Maybe 1 silver? "
" Maybe 1 silver and 30 bronze?" said the merchant.
" If that's the best deal you can give me, then deal! "
" It's pleasure doing business with you, adventurer! "
Minecraft Account Name: Noble6Alpha
How old are you?:16
Time-Zone: Atlantic
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:I used to play on another RP server called "blothera kingdom". The server has since been shutdown.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Looked up "RP minecraft servers" in google, this was like the first one.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes.
[b]Definitions[/b] In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Assuming control of a "Made up character" to experence certain events in a different manor.
Meta-gaming: Making a out of "character choice" in a RP setting.
Power-emoting: I'll be honest, ive never heard this term before. So i can't define it without googleing it.
[b]"Power[/b] [b]emoting[/b] describes the abuse of this system when players use emotes to describe an action that takes away the ability of another player to respond or prevent it." www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=power emoting
[b]In-Character Information:[/b] Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Raylen
Current Age:19
Sub-race (if any): None(pure human)
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Raylen grew up in slums of Kingston. His father died when he was very young and his mother has struggled to keep them alive. When Raylen came of age, he took a job as a blacksmith's apprentice. He learned to craft various weapons and suits of armor. dispite his skill, he disliked being a Apprentice and wanted more in life.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] Raylen want's a life of adrenaline pumped adventure.
Personality:[/b] He is outgoing most of the time, but can be a bit bitter.
Skills:[/b]
- Can your character read or write?: Yes, but not very well.
- Can your character mine?: As a blacksmith he was brought down into the mines on various occasions. He knows how to mine in theory.
- Are you a capable builder? I don't know if this is asking "me" or my character. "I" can build, but my character can not.
- Can you wield a sword?: Yes, my character has grown up around swords and decided to learn how to use them.
- Enjoy Farming?: No.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] My character has darkhair and where's a cloak and hood to consell most of his face, his eyes are black.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] ..... he like's scrabble.
[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: Make no suspicious movements to alert the dark-clothed figure and very slowly make my way to the guards to tell them of the thief, and say to keep a eye on 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: Set up a pit fall trap near by, and then yelling insults at the bandits to make them chase me, so i can lure them into falling in to the pitfall.
[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Answer: I start off buying health potions and various other goods. the health potions start off as 1 silver 20 copper each. I offer him 60 copper and he of course declines it. then he comes back with a offer of 70 copper each. which i accept. if you start off with a very low price the shopkeeper will usaully come back with ether a slighty higher lower price or a medium price. after purchasing other goods such as food and a iron shortsword. I then ask him if there are any notice/buleten boards nearby. ive been itching for a quest you see.
Out-Of-Character Information
[i]Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: Kurbstomp13
How old are you?: 16
Time-Zone: Central Time Zone
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Not much, I have played games such as Skyrim but that is the extent of my role-playing experiences.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Some of my friends started talking about it and I thought it sounded really interesting. The complexity of the game was really intriguing so I thought I would try it out.
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):
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 taking the position of a character and acting as if you are the character. This includes behavior, speech, and appearances. When role-playing, meta-gaming is banned because you aren’t using information that your character has knowledge of.
Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is using out-of-character information and using to influence the character you are role-playing as. Meta-gaming is restricted in almost all role-playing games because it kind of defeats the purpose of role-play.
Power-emoting: Power-emoting is emoting in role-play and forcing a result upon something instead of allowing it to be potentially interpreted differently. This is banned in role-play because it restricts other characters from implementing their own ideas.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Tublin Greenhold
Current Age: 35 Seasons (245 years)
Sub-race (if any): Cave Dwarf
Clan (if any):
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
I was born in raised in a small home in Kal’Azgoth. My parents names are Huglar and Emula and we were by no means rich. My father taught me to mine when I was 6 seasons. It came natural to me but my father wouldn’t let me in the mines until I was quite older. My father and I were very close. When I was 10 seasons he was called to battle. I cried as he told me had to leave. I had sat in silence for quite a bit of time just thinking about the memories of him as if he would never come back.
“Mum what is go’in on? Why did ‘e leave?” I asked through tear stained eyes.
“Young Tublin, da Kingdom of Urguan is goin’ to launch a mil’tary strike against the Orcs, and your fahder was needed,” looking concerned as she told me. My father returned a week later. He had bruises all over his face. He called a family meeting and told us what had happened.
“I was swingin’ me club at an Orc when de general came behind meh. Ano’der Orc came at de general and I was de only one to see ‘em. Just as deh Orc was swinging at de general’s ‘ead I pushed de general over so that de Orc missed. After dat we took out both de Orcs and he greatly thanked me. He told me I had brought honor to the Dwarves. He wants te award meh in parson, and address me accomplishments in front of all of Kal’Azgoth.” He smiled as he got to the end of his monologue. I was so proud of my dad. The following week all of Kal’Azgoth met to honor the dwarves that had fallen to the Orcs. At this meeting my father was also honored for his bravery. His reward was not only honor to his family but two golden rings. He wore these rings in his beard with pride. The next few years had been great for my family until my father broke his leg mining. This restricted him from mining supporting our family. Occasionally he would go down to the mines but he would never come back up with enough to sell at the market. For the first time in my life I was ashamed of my father.
I wish I could take those feelings back because it wasn’t before long that my father had died. I was only 15 seasons when he passed away. He had gone to the mines drunk in search of gold but never returned. A couple of weeks after his disappearance I discovered a body outside of my house. It was my father. His throat had been slashed and a note was lying next to him:
The Greenholds,
Huglar was a disgrace to your family and the Dwarven population. I have done you a favor by ending his life. I had caught him stealing jewels from the Crowore household. He humilitiated his people so now I will humiliate his family. You have one day to move out of your house or I will make sure that every dwarf in Kal’Azgoth spits on your graves.
--Anonymous
My mother cried and cradled my dead father. I could not get her to move and help me pack up our belongings. I left that night but my mother insisted on staying. Before I left the house I took my father’s golden rings, which would hopefully remind me of his honorable acts instead of the theft he committed towards the end of his life. It has been 20 seasons since then and I still haven’t heard from her. I assume she is dead. Because of my father’s actions I am consistently harassed by other dwarves. I cannot find work because no one will hire me so I support myself by mining and selling gems. It is hard to find buyers once they realize I am a Greenhold. I have grown up with so much hatred that I have become a hard man. There was once a time where I swore at a young child for offering me a small treasure that he had found. It is because of these qualities that I am a poor dwarf. I have a small home and practically live off of bread and ale. The gold rings in my beard are the most valuable things that I own.
Ambitions for the Future: I dream to bring honor to my disgraced family. I want people to cheer at the Greenhold name. Being a cave dwarf restricts me to the mines but if at all possible I would like to fight for my people in war. I will not die as a fool.
Personality: I am aggressive towards people that I am unfamiliar with. I like to be independent. I it has to become close to me because I do not trust many people. I am loyal and honest.
Skills: Mining, Novice in Crafting (Armor), Persuasion
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Any other details you wish to share about your character:
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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1. 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 walk steadily across the rock bridge. I could carefully mine this diamond and then sell it slightly over-priced. However, not before I take a small piece of it for myself. As I am walking across I see another cave dwarf eyeing the diamond.
“Get outta de way, yeh filty dwarf!” I say angrily.
He sees the rage in my eyes but continues to stare thoughtfully at the diamond. He must be drunk because he then decides to join me on the unstable rock bridge.
“Who deh ye think ye are? Dat is me diamond! Leave, damn it! Ye be a fat dwarf and ye are goin’ to make dis bridge fall!”
“I seed de diamond first so I going to go get it” He slurs all these words together, confirming my assumption that he is drunk. I approach the dwarf and punch him in the gut. He stumbles to the ground and asks me my name through gasps of breath.
“I be Tublin Greenhold, and if ye stay where ye stands my name will be de last words ye hear!” He looks me in the eye and I look at him, then he spits at the ground by my feet and leaves. I approach the diamond and carefully mine it out. I put it in my pocket but it falls out since my clothes are ragged and full of holes. The diamond plummets to the ground and I curse at the skies. It looks like I will be drinking my way to sleep tonight.
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 watch the man with the dagger approach the child. He looks drunk and but so does everyone at this tavern. The armed dwarf begins to interrogate the boy asking him senseless questions. I then saw the second dwarf take the small toy and throw it across the tavern. The boy’s parents seemed be absent.
“A boy dat young deserves to live but nobody stands up fer me so I’ll let em suffer,” I thought as I drank my ale. The armed dwarf grabbed the boy and positioned him so that his neck was exposed. He raised the knife and I realized I was about to witness a murder. I sipped my ale and turned away. The word “daddy” coming from the boy’s mouth had been drowned by the gurgling of the blood flooding his throat. I couldn’t look at the boy, it reminded me too much of my father. I took a large chug of my ale and walked outside where I angrily threw it against the tavern wall.
“Who am I to let a boy die? Meh mother would be ashamed of meh. Damn you father Urguan!” I screamed as I kicked a glass of ale that was lying on the ground. I stormed off to my house, trying to push the murder from my mind.
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:
“What be in dat ale? Poison?” I say, looking at the dwarf with uncertainty. I don’t trust strangers especially this one. He had a mischievous smirk on his face that seemed to hint that he was trying to rid of me.
“No. Why would I hurt a fellow dwarf?” I still don’t trust the way this dwarf is looking at me. I haven’t had an ale in over three hours so it would be nice to take a little drink break.
“Well give me deh ale and yeh better not be lying!” I say with force. I take the drink and tip it to my mouth but stop before the brown liquid can reach my mouth. I then dump the ale on the dwarf and throw the glass up against the wall.
“You lie! Try te kill meh again and I make sure dat dere glass is impaled in yer face!” The shattered glass shimmers like the diamonds that I have never possessed. He responds with cuss words as I turn my back to him but I don’t listen. It has been a long day in these caverns and the sight of ale has made me thirsty so I decide to head to the tavern. I am not a free-loader and I will never let life be handed to me.
Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Making/creating the character of your choice and living your life as that character.
Meta-gaming: Meta gaming is using outside info to improve your advantage in the game. Ex.- You get a text from your friend stating your city will be ambushed unexpectadly in 5 minutes.
Power-emoting: Using unfair advantages to gain skill or accomplish something. Ex.- John looks at Finrod with an evil look.
Finrod readies his longbow for fire.
John lunges at Finrod with his longsword and slices Finrods arms and head off before he can fire his arrow.
In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Finrod Lockwood
Current Age: 81
Sub-race (if any): Wood Elf
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Young Finrod was born a slightly poor child. He is an only child and his mother and father are farmers that provide food for the Malinor High-Guard. However the guards that pick up the food and deliver it don’t pay such a fair price to the family. They live in a small cottage outside the great city of Malinor. They own a lot of land but it is nearly all used for the farms. The property also has a large oak tree in the corner of the owned land nearby a decent size oak forest.
When young Finrod grew to his child ages, his family taught him home skills and also taught him lessons on how to read and write the elven language. As he progressed to speak fluently he did as told and asked for little. Then the day came when he decided that he wanted a treehouse. Finrod’s father would help him as soon as Finrod picked out a tree. Most of the trees did not suit him well enough, some were too flimsy, some were too dry. Then he went out to the further parts of the land and then his answer, right in front of him, the last tree to be thought of, the growing oak tree. Finrod gazed at it in such joy and he knew immediately that the oak was the answer. His father got the supplies and tool and a few days later, the great treehouse was ready to be enjoyed. For days Finrod was too busy to do anything but have fun in his treehouse.
Finrod, still not an adult, but in his teens got a job in the outer parts of the great city. He got a job as a baker and made and sold bread. On occasion he would make cakes and decorate them. He helped his family finacialy, but the business was failing slowly. He made some food and put them in carts and brought them to the great city of Malinor to try to boost sales for the bakery. This attempt of sales worked but he had to make long tiring trips up and over steep hills. Not to mention the cart can only hold so much bread and cakes. A few weeks later Malinor was unexpectedly attacked. A depression had started and many including Finrod lost their jobs. Finrod’s parents decided to teach him how to farm and he helped farm for the family and got his part of the job done.
At the age of 17 Finrod received a long bow and an empty quiver for his birthday. His father passed down his skill of crafting and taught him how to make arrows out of feathers and sticks. The quiver was then filled with arrows and at the base of his treehouse he set up a target to fire at. He figured out his own technique on how to aim and shoot his arrows. Then he decided that when he was old enough and trained enough he would join the Malinor High-Guard. He told his parents his idea, but his parents wouldn’t let him go. For the next couple years he trained and farmed.
When Finrod reached his 30’s he was offered an unknown high paying job by some random citizen. He accepted without caution, because he knew that his family and their property were threatened to be taken by the government. He was told to loot off of chests and take items from abandoned houses. Then when his boss realized that he was trusted enough he was given the order to rob and destroy a rich humans house. He found the described house then took all he could carry and put it into the cart. Before he left he layed down a burning torch on the man’s rug in the living room. The house was slowly engulfed in the flames, though he hadn’t noticed that the owner of the house was upstairs, he kept walking. He returned to his boss and gave him the items and received his money. Then walked home with his lump of money and he felt proud of himself. The next morning Finrod woke up to the sound of knocking on his front door. His boss was there with a note, Finrod took the note and his boss walked off casually. He read the note and it stated that a Sariant had died in the fire. His boss came back later and said that he was sorry to put him through that and left a large sack of Minas. Finrod informed his boss that he no longer wished to work for him anymore. He then proceeded to live his life training and practicing his skills. Years later he was no longer needed by his parents. He then settled off to the inner part of the great city of Malinor and progressed his dream to join the Malinor High-Guard.
Ambitions for the Future: Finrod wishes to join the Malinor High-Guard to protect the great city and the nation. Finrod also wishes to find a nice woman and start a relationship and family.
Personality: Comical, Brave, Kind-Hearted, Ambitios.
Skills: Good at archery, Green-Thumb (farming), Runs Long Distances, Not the best with a sword, Enjoys climbing, Good at building/crafting.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/1592746/elf/
Any other details you wish to share about your character:
Open-Response-Questions Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older elves are mocking a small elven child. How do you react?
Answer: I walk up to them and stand in front of the child to block their vision to the child. The I tell the older elves a couple jokes to slightly take their mind off of what just happened. While doing that I nudge the child to go and find somewhere to sit. Then tell the men that they should be ashamed of themselves.
After scolding the older elves I go off to find the child and question him on what happened. I give him some food and water to confort him, confort him, then have a conversation with him. Once he feels better about what happened I send him off to go find his parents. Once he gets up and leaves I will do the same as he does and I will follow him at a respectful distance to make sure he gets where he needs to be.
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 rush to him and bring him to his feet and I ask if he is okay. I quickly pick up his coin and put them into the pouch where they were before and tie it closed. I hand it to the man and let him know that I didn’t take a single coin. I get his walking stick and hand it to him. Then I will walk with him to a nearby bench. Once he is seated I will give him some water and check to see if he is okay. Once he thinks he is rested enough to get back to walking I will point out store and shelters down the road. Then I will send him on his way.
3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved).
Answer: I walk to the cart to realize that I am low on arrows in my quiver. I ask the trader if he has any arrows. He looks back at the cart and pulls out a quiver of well-crafted arrows. He tells me to name a price and I tell him that I would like them cheap.
I offer a price of 10 Minas. The trader delcares that he would like 20 Minas for the arrows. I look into my pockets and realize that I only have 16 Minas. I tell him that I would like the arrows for 13 minas. The trader states 17. I compromise with him and we come up with 15 Minas for the arrows. He agree and I hand him the 15 Minas and in return I receive the well-crafted arrows. He lets me know that it was a pleasure doing business with me and I give him many thanks. I then walk off to fire a few practice shots at some trees.
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[font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: SoulAura_
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone: GMT + 12.00 / NZT
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: A little bit in Garrys Mod and played RP games.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Minecraftforums
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: none
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): done
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: putting yourself in a fictional world and you play as a fictional character with different skills, traits, history etc
Meta-gaming: using info out of the game to gain a unfair advantage over one. Which makes RPing useless
Power-emoting: using words or actions over the other player
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Aathun Talos
Current Age: 23
Sub-race (if any): Northerener
Past /[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif][/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]History[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif][/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]([/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]include childhood[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif],[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] major[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]-[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]events[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif],[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] etc[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif].[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif][/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]2[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]+[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] paragraphs [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]long[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]):[/font][/font]
Aathun was born in Ildiciato Esmeralda and knight Arhik. Aathun quickly learnt to chop wood effectively at a early age from his father so he could earn money for his family. At age of 7 he began training with his father but spent most of his training time alone since Arhik was on duty at Arethor. When Arhik was returning home from duty he was ambushed by a raiding party. He managed to stop them but disappeared soon after. This deeply saddened his mother and Aathun. Esmeralda nearly hanged herself but Aathun stopped her from doing so, and he promises her to find his father and to protect her. During a delivery to Ager, they encountered a poison fog and Esmeralda was caught in it, and she became ill. Aathun took up a lumberjack job to feed himself and his mother. After the fall of Asulon, they moved to Kingston in Anthos to start a new life and so Aathun could join a house that his dad had connections to, House Valkrae. Esmeralda recover from the illness and sets up a tailor to earn money. Aathun soon discovers his father works in a blacksmith and reunites with him. Aathun finds his true ambition to purify the world from evil.
[font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Ambitions[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif][/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]for[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] the [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Future[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]: Purify the world[/font][/font]
[font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Personality[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]: A nice, humble and brave being, becomes enraged when loved ones are hurt, never gives up.[/font][/font]
[font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Skills[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]: Sword fighting, Lumbering, basic blacksmith, basic tailoring [/font][/font]
[font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Appearance[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif][/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]([/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]this[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] must include an [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]in[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]-[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]game screenshot of your skin[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]):[/font][/font]
[font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Any[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] other details you wish to share about your character[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]:[/font][/font]
[font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Answer[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]:
Aathun: Guards! Guaaaards!
Guard: Yes adventurer?
Aathun: there's a cloaked figure in the distance sneaking in to the castle! You need to stop him!
Guard: I'll tell the other guards then, you can go follow him.
Aathun: fine.
As Aathun follows the figure he finds himself in the throne room where he confronts him.
Aathun: Reveal yourself scum![/font][/font]
Figure: What do you want?
Aathun: Why are you in this room?
Figure: Its none of your damn business, now go away or you shall pay!
Aathun: Surrender yourself, or YOU shall pay!
As he wield his sword guards quickly appear and surround him.
He then gets taken away.
Figure: Curse you! You will be found, and when you do, you shall pay!
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[font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Answer[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]:
Aathun sneaks up behind one of the bandits and slashes his throat and quickly jumps in front of the elder to protect him.
Aathun: Get away from this poor elderly, you scum!
Bandit: Run, from you? You don't look strong at all! I bet a kid could kill you!
Aathun: Have you seen your dead friend over there? You will end up just like him in a minute!
Bandit: Okay, fine, fine! Here, have my money and nothing had happened between us and the old man!
Aathun: I don't accept your blood money, now you shall die!
Aathun lunges into the bandit, slowly killing him.[/font][/font]
[font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Answer[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]: " I want the nice longsword there, I've got... uhm, 30 bronze coins" Aathun said to the merchant
" Are you trying to rip me off sir?" the merchant spoke
" No, I'm just a poor adventurer trying to best the best in the empire, but i cannot do that if i don't have a proper weapon. I'll give you 80 bronze for it." Aathun pleaded.
" How about 3 silver?" the merchant quickly replied.
" Maybe 1 silver? "
" Maybe 1 silver and 30 bronze?" said the merchant.
" If that's the best deal you can give me, then deal! "
" It's pleasure doing business with you, adventurer! "[/font][/font]
[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: TheWholeTaco
How old are you?: 14 (technically 13, but my birthday is June 4th)
Time-Zone: Mountain Time
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have role-played on many servers, though they didn't suit my needs. I have also role-played in various games such as WarCraft 3, WoW, Roblox (when I was younger), and DDO.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I had been browsing the Minecraft Forums looking for role-play servers that looked nice. This was a while ago, as I was twelve at the time based on looking at my previous application which was denied because I wanted to be a villain and must have forgotten my personal definition of role-playing. I've taken so long to reapply because I was kind of angry, as I thought villainy would be rather fun at the time.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/29554-thewholetaco-whitelist-app/?hl=thewholetaco
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, but I am kind of confused as to how everything connects, and could possibly use a bit more information.
[b]Definitions[/b] In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role-playing is somewhat like pretending you are someone else, acting as they would in certain situations that you as yourself might act in differently. You become the created character, and you take in the essence of this character, using only the character's knowledge and abilities, not those of your own.
Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is like playing god in a minor way. You use information that should be unknown to your character and make your character overpowered.
Power-emoting: Power-emoting is when you don't really give another player a chance to react to your actions, and you force them to comply. I'm going to use my friend's name here as an example. *TheWholeTaco attacks and kills DoubleWhim*.
[b]In-Character Information:[/b] Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Talen Larkingson
Current Age: 29
Sub-race (if any): Southeron
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Talen was born in a small village near Ager. His father, Geran, worked as a hunter, and his mother, Tilna, a tailor. They owned a small cottage a quarter-mile away from the rest of the village, and it was here that his mother worked. As a young boy, Talen helped his mother with her work. When he grew to a certain age, his father began to teach him the ways of hunters. He was taught to shoot a bow, build a shelter, gather food, and track animals. When Talen showed that he was ready to go hunting, his father took him on nearly every hunting trip. Between trips, Talen would take his mother’s goods and his own meat to sell. It was here he met his friend, Durk.
One day, they learned that Tilna was with child. Hunting trips became fewer, and far between as the day of birth came closer. Finally it came. Tilna gave birth to a baby boy, but before she could name him, she passed away. His father, struck by loss, named him Tarran, but the infant died of unkown causes a few weeks later. Talen, also filled with grief, searched for solitude on hunting trips. One night, he happened upon a brutally mutilated cow, and he knew that no hunter had done this. He heard footsteps behind him, and a low moan. As he turned, he recognized that it was a zombie. It was advancing towards him. Horrified and disgusted by the undead creature, he drew back an arrow and released. The arrow was well placed, and it killed the monster instantly. Looking at the creature lying dead on the ground, Talen realized it was time for him to return home. He was fourteen at the time.
A few years had passed, and Talen and his father learned to cope with their loss. As Geran grew older, he relied on his child more and more with each year. Soon, he was unable to go hunting. Talen was forced to go alone. After a three day long trip, Talen returned to find his door battered and lying on the ground. He went inside to check on his father, and instantly knew what had happened. A horrid stench was in the air, and dry blood smeared all over the floor. A zombie had attacked his poor, defenseless father, probably in his sleep. Filled with rage and grief, Talen ran off to find solitude once again. He swore to kill every zombie he ever happened upon.
Months later, Talen, finally seeking comfort, went down to the village. A beautiful young woman named Felicia had caught his eye. He had known her his whole life, but he had never noticed her beauty! Little did he know, Felicia had wanted him for years, and had been trying to get him to notice her every day she saw him. They got married, and lived in Talen’s cottage. Two years later, Felicia was pregnant. Talen stopped his hunting trips completely, and worked to be sure that Felicia would survive. Despite his efforts though, Felicia died giving birth to a son. He named him Geran, after his father, and knew then that he would never be safe. Talen believed that no matter what, those he loved would die. He believed that if he were to stay with his son, Geran would surely die. That night, he gave the infant to Durk and left, knowing that Durk would take care of him.
Nine years passed since the death of Felicia. Talen remains a hunter, though he hunts for both beasts and monsters. He never stays in one place long enough to become attached to anyone, but it would not matter, as his ability to love had diminished. He still felt love for Geran though, and every night he thought about how his son fared with Durk. He thought about visiting, but always decided against it. The only way his son would be safe is if he was gone in Talen’s mind, and he kept wandering, hunting, and hoping that he was right.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] The thing Talen wants most in the world is to have his son, Geran, to live long and to be happy. He also wants to help eradicate the Undead, to avenge his father.
Personality:[/b] Talen is a reclusive man, and does not interact with others very often, unless they are in need or buying from him. His ability to love others has diminished greatly, and he is a somber man at times. Although his ability to love has diminished, other emotions have not. He still feels happiness, and anger, and everything else, but sorrow is the greatest of his emotions. He greatly despises Undead, and will do whatever he can to eradicate them.
Skills:[/b] Talen is an adept at archery and with a blade, is agile, and can track animals and monsters. He does not like to wear armor, but if he has to he will wear leather.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] Talen wears a simple white button shirt, with a green cloak on top. The shirt is made of wool, and the cloak of rough cloth. The hood of his cloak is usually kept up. The cloak is small on him, for it was made when he was but a child. His trousers are made of leather, and he has a belt with an iron buckle holding it up. A knife is secured on his belt. His boots are also made of leather, and are very rough from years of tavel. One of his eyes is blue, while the other is green. His mouth is a little off to the side, and affects his speech with certain words. Talen's hair is orange, and has dirt mixed up in some places. He keeps it short with his knife. He stands at about 6 feet tall and is somewhat skinny. His cloak was made for him by his mother, who passed away while Talen was young. The cloak is the only thing he has to remind him of his mother. [IMG]http://i.imgur.com/iIlnBLt.png[/IMG] [IMG]http://i.imgur.com/T83Dlcx.png[/IMG]
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b]
[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: *thinking* That man is highly suspicious. I wonder what he is up to. *examines him, assessing his physique and weaponry* Perhaps I should inform the guards. *sprints to the nearest guard, watching the man with every step* “Guard, there is a man heading to the palace. He looks like one of those sneaky types, and he seems to be trying to move stealthily. He is right over-“ *the man is gone* “He has disappeared! I do not think his intentions are benevolent.” *guard nods and begins to take action* *guard* “Thank you for your information. He will be apprehended.” *thinking* I hope that is true. I wish I could help, but alas, this is the duty of the guards. I will continue to sell my goods. *proceeds to go sell meat and other products of his hunts*
[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: *thinking* That man is in no condition to fight, I must help him! *proceeds to sneak behind the bandits, though one hears him and turns around* “Oi, you! Whaddya think ye’re doin?” *Talen* “Leave him be.” *the bandit who turned around tells the other to watch the old man as he moves, menacingly, towards Talen* “I do not wish to fight. Leave him be.” “He owes us his money! I think that once he pays up, mebbe then we’re to leave ‘im. What’re ye gon do bout it?” *Talen draws his longsword and assumes a defensive position* “I will slay you. Leave him be.” *the bandit quickens his pace, and charges at Talen, sword raised, only to find that Talen is nowhere to be seen. Talen sneaks up behind the bandit and swings at his side. The bandit, not expecting a hit from behind, loses his balance and stumbles. Talen uses this to his advantage, swinging low at the bandit’s legs, scoring a minor hit on his thigh. The bandit regains his balance and swings back at Talen, his arm fully guided by rage. Talen manages to parry the attack, but the force of the blow was great and he retreats a step, only to find a second bandit behind him, preparing to chop his head off. Instinct tells him to duck, and the blade of the second bandit missed by half an inch. The old man watches as his would-be savior is quickly assaulted by the two bandits, somehow managing to survive. The bandits do not know how to coordinate their attacks, and Talen uses this to his advantage. One of the bandits takes a step close to Talen, expecting to finish him off, but the hunter parries and counter-attacks, knocking the bandit unconscious. Only the wounded bandit remains. Seeing his fallen comrade, the bandit roars with rage, and swings his blade with all is might. Talen manages to keep parrying, but the effort is taking its toll. The bandit begins to tire from the effort, and slows down as he launches a high overhead strike. Talen takes advantage of his opponent’s fatigue, and grabs the bandit’s wrist, pulling him closer and stabs his sword into the bandits armpit. The bandit slumps over, dead.* “You are safe.” *the old man is grateful* “Oh, thank you! Thank you very much! Come, come and eat!” *Talen smiles* “Thank you, sir.” *they proceed to eat inside the man’s cottage*
[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: “Do you sell arrows, possibly some string?” *the man nods* “Yes, I have both these things. What will you pay?” “I will pay 20 minas for 64 arrows, and 10 minas for 6 string. Do you accept my offer?” “25 minas for 64 arrows, and 12 minas for the six string.” “So you will charge me for the price of raw iron for simple flint arrows? 20 minas.” “You drive a hard bargain. I will make you a special deal. Give me 26 minas for the arrows then, and you will receive your string for 1 mina.” *Talen considers the offer* “Deal. But make it double.” *Talen pulls out his coin purse, shakes some coins out, and counts out 54 minas, then hands them to the man, who secures the arrows and string in a small sack and gives them to Talen* “Thank you for the arrows.” “No, thank you for your business! Now, may I ask what brings you here to the capital searching for such items? You do not look like any archers I have seen.” *Talen smiles and replies* “I am a hunter. I’ve come to the capital to sell my rewards of the hunt and to restock my supplies. Food is no issue, but I highly value having these arrows and the string to repair my bow.” “Well, I am glad to be helpful to you. Goodbye now, may you prosper in the hunt!” *Talen leaves the area around the stall and goes to find an inn to stay the night*
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: DK15doomer
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone: Pacific
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Many! I've been in many whitelisted servers that are roleplay, and still play on them all the time. I am a dedicated role-player.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: None.
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yep!
Have you read the Orcish lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: I'm doing so, right now.
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Staying in your own character, and they're own mind.
Meta-gaming: Stating knowledge from the outside world, like knowing somebody's name before they tell you.
Power-emoting: Using very powerful/unfair emotions on people, to where they can't act upon it.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Thak 'Var
Current Age: 21
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Thak 'Var was born in an Orc camp somewhere in the barren desert. His mother didn't make it through childbirth. Thak then grew up alongside his father, the brave and aggressive Urka 'Var. His father trained Thak from the age of 3, all the way to the age of 15, to where Thak set off into the cold desert night alone, to seek shelter after his home camp was attacked, and burned to the ground. For three years, Thak lived on the edge of the barren desert, eating fish, and the wolf meat he could hunt down. He took most of his belongings in a little sack, and traveled off into the cold winter forest. Finally, one month after his journey began, he found a nice little Orcish civilization to the east, where they kindly greeted him and gave him food and shelter. Thak told them he couldn't stay for long, maybe a week, at the very longest. On the last day of his arrival, Thak and the other fellow Orcs had a nice feast, and he headed out that night. For three years, he wandered into caves, made camp, hunted, faced near death battles against the mysterious animals in the forest, and caught an interest in traveling the land, trading various items he found for some coin among other travelers.
Ambitions for the Future: World-known trader/traveler.
Personality: Good at making people do things they don't want, aggressive when he needs to be, and kind at times.
Skills: Strong, fast, and smart. Can make lots of coin by bartering with his items.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Thak wears a tattered little robe that wraps around his head down to his legs. His canines uproot out of his mouth.
Any other details you wish to share about your character: Nope.
[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. 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: *Thak raises an eyebrow and lets out a loud grunt.* How dare you insult my race, do you have a death wish? You're lucky I don't tear you to pieces with my own hands, right here. Leave now, before I change my mind. *The Orc looks astonished at Thak, and slowly backs away.*
[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]
Answer: *Grunt* Yez brudder, I get ze zacrifizez az zoon az I can, for Krug! Any brudderz wan com with me on me huntz? Follow me!
[b]3. 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]
Answer: *Thak raises his hand in greeting, and comes and sits by the young Orc.* Ah, thank you, I am very hungry, I've been traveling for 3 days straight with no food. This smells delicious. What is your name? *The young Orc rotates the halfling on the stick over the fire, and looks up at Thak.* My name is Varz! I recently captured this halfling wandering around in the desert! *He deeply chuckles* What a fool! Here, have a drink. *The Orc hands Thak a cup full of mead, and puts a piece of the meal onto a handwoven plate, and hands it to Thak.*
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: RoboDuck360
How old are you?: 16
Time-Zone: CST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Divine Kingdoms RPG Minecraft Server (Doesn't exist anymore.) Eurasia Roleplay Server (Got bored of it since no one roleplays anymore on it.)
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Segari (Mr_Boomer337) told me about this server.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: n/a
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-anthos-officially-t-h-e-1-roleplay-server/page__st__3140__gopid__22628989#entry22628989
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:
Meta-gaming: Using out-of-character knowledge in character.
Power-emoting: For example: *I slice your head off, killing you instantly in one slice*. It is basically abusing the use of roleplay by doing impossible/absurd things.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Zorak Rosenthal
Current Age: 22
Sub-race (if any): Northerner
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Zorak was born into the family of the Rosenthal's, the family in charge of the blacksmith in the small town in the mountains named Alderheart. His family had a good amount of money, but not an insane amount of it. His father was a very skilled blacksmith, one of the finest in the lands. When he was a young boy, he would do chores around his fathers blacksmith (Cleaning up, shining, carrying supplies, tending the furnace, etc.) and his father would give him some coin as a reward to spend on sweets at the local market. When he turned 13, his father showed him his ways, and became an apprentice blacksmith. He would then know how to create only the finest blades and armor. After five years of hard work and training, his father declared him no longer an apprentice, but an official blacksmith at the age of 18. He is now a full fledged blacksmith at the age of 22. His mother and father are still alive, but their health is not too well, (His father is 43, and his mother is 41.) He is now traveling around the world to have his name heard and to teach others.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] To be the finest blacksmith in all the lands.
Personality:[/b] An extrovert, very creative, and intelligent. Quite a bookworm as well. Enjoys to read/write.
Skills:[/b] Able to craft swords and armor. Able to enchant swords and armour. Trained with the sword to a decent extent. Is fit to be a soldier. Can not mine. Able to read and write.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] (I was not able to get the picture in this post... but I can describe how I look. I am a light skinned man with black hair, a beard, and I am wearing a brownish grey blacksmith's tunic with a tool belt (Hammers and etc.). I also have brown eyes.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] My character is 6 feet tall (2 m). Brown eyes. Black hair with a beard. Muscular from all of the smith work he has done in his life. Weighs 197 lbs.. Favorite season is winter since it is not as hot than the summer while doing smith work.
[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: I would walk over to the guards nearby and mention that he looks very suspicious. I would keep this quiet since I wouldn't want the would be criminal to hear this because he would not do whatever he was going to do. I would ask the guards to keep a close eye on him and to keep my name anonymous, because I wouldn't want the would be criminal to get revenge on me if he somehow found out my name when I spoiled his plans.
[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: I would go over and question what and why they are doing this, even if I am threatening my own life. I will not simply watch an old man get robbed or even murdered, and nor will I be a coward and run. If they want coin, I will give them coin to leave him alone. If they attack me however, I will defend myself and the old man. Once the bandits are gone or dead, I would help the old man get back to health and keep him company until he feels he no longer needs my help or company no longer.
[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: I would ask to buy anything that would be in handy for a blacksmith of course! That means iron, gold, diamonds, and coal for the furnaces as well. I am a very generous man, so I would not go too low with the price, but I would offer lower than the current value since I do need to make money, and I don't want it to cost too much to own a blacksmith! I will pay any taxes and tips as well if necessary.
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: Stormageddon50
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone: Eastern Standard
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have played in multiple in depth role playing games and understand the requirements.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I found a link to the server in the Minecraft forums and I love LOTR so I decided to apply.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: None applicable
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yes
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: I have read through Elven Lore and the Laws of Malinor
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: A game or server that puts the player into the place of the character he or she creates. The player lives in acts as the character would rather than playing as an outside spectator.
Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is when the player plays from an outside perspective searching for exploits, not complying with rules, and uses or achieves powers, weapons, items, ect., unavailable to their character. An example of meta-gaming would be, a player who isn’t actually role-playing and is actually looking to be the strongest through unfair methods. Such as, entering a town/building his character type has no access to, or killing and looting people’s bodies where there is to be no murder or thievery (unless a villain) like in towns or cities.
Power-emoting: Power-emoting is using something that is completely unfair to the other player and leaves no room for reaction, such as if there is a current duel and someone suddenly shows up and cuts off both of their heads. Or if there were say a role-play battle and one of the combatants were to cast powerful magic they didn’t have access to, such as, some kind of poison spell that would incapacitate a player. The player who was power-emoting knows he can’t legally do it, however, the other player doesn’t and has to face the consequences even though they aren’t legitimate.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Acaele’avern Windleaf
Current Age: 400
Sub-race (if any): Wood Elf
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
I was born of two highly esteemed, and somewhat rich, Wood Elves, in Elysium. They settled in an expensive house in a mainly Human town. My father died in the wild about 2 years after my birth due to injuries caused by a creeper attack, and so my mother and I moved back to Malinor. She bought a small yet comfortable house even though we could have afforded much larger.
After about 150 years we sailed to Anthos on a large and crowded ship. I took care of my mother for a year after we arrived because she had become horribly ill on the boat, probably due to the crowd and indecent sanitation. After she died, I decided to sell the home I had been caring for her in, and decided explore the world around the age of 158. I didn’t associate with anyone for the next 70 years or so.
On my later adventuring I made friends from all different races. One was a High elf named Mithandriel, two humans named Gregor and Arenthur, and a dwarf called Gorthing. When I reached the age of 300 most of my friends had died either by battle, old age, or sickness, and so I decided to settle down for a time.
I was depressed so I looked for work to take my mind off my sorrow. I took various jobs, such as blacksmithing, locksmithing, mining, and farming. The jobs felt rather tedious after I had learned the skills and I never felt fulfilled. Adventure found its way back into my life around the time I turned 340.
A rather short lived trading company called The Southern Dweller Trading Co. needed an escort on an expedition through the wild to a secret mine. I decided to go along and help. When we exited the mine after are extensive search they left me bound and blindfolded in the mine. I managed to escape when I found a knife to cut my bounds. Once I was out I tracked down their caravan forged some sales ledgers to fit illegal activity and reported them to the guards in a nearby town. A investigation the guards found these traders had done so before and so my actions were justified. The thrill of the chase and danger made me thirsty for more. I have been adventuring to this day meeting new friends and seeing how the towns I once passed through have changed over the years.
Ambitions for the Future: In the future, I hope to own a shop in which I can display my findings, and earn money to afford more expeditions.
Personality: I try to help where I can and stay respectful, but I have a deep love for wandering which sometimes overtakes my mindset. I am willing to go to extremes for just causes.
Skills: Blacksmithing, Basic Farming, Adventuring, and Simple Locksmithing
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Dirty blonde hair, with blue eyes, with a rare light colored skin, and a dark green traveling cloak.
Any other details you wish to share about your character: Is proficient with both a bow and sword from battling mobs. Devoutly follows Viera. Shuns the use of magic by all, except wise wizards.
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older elves are mocking a small Elven child. How do you react?
Answer: As I hear the snickering, I silently investigate. As my suspicions are confirmed, I approach the older elves to reprimand them. As I lecture them on why elf youth are to be treasured, a small stone is thrown at me. I am ready to fight, but I manage to hold back the urge. I yell “You are all extremely immature I would have expected this kind of behavior from human, in fact humans act better than you! You should all be ashamed of yourselves!” I storm of escorting the young elf back to the village as the older elves continue to laugh and mock him. I tell the young elf that they don’t know what they are talking about, and I proceed to buy him a warm meal at the tavern.
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 run over to the man asking if he is all right. Then I gather up his coins, put them back into his pouch, and return them to him. I help him up carrying him to the nearest carriage. Once we arrive I tell the carriage driver to take us to the nearest medical center, and I pay for his help. I even give him some extra coin if he would go faster. I quickly carry the man into the center and lay him on a cot. I tell the healer “This old man collapsed in the woods, so I carried him to a carriage and got him here as fast as I could!” She replied saying, “Don’t worry we have him well cared for, and he has no serious injuries”. I sigh in relief and return to my business.
3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved).
Answer: I walk up to the carriage. “Sir what kind of minerals do you have,” I say. “I carry all kinds,” he replies. I inquire, “How much do you charge for five ingots of gold?” “That’ll be,” he calculates in his head, “600 minas”. “600 minas, that’s ridiculous!”, I reply. “But I would buy for 300”, I add, the gold was marvelous but I didn’t want to give him room to up the price. He replies firmly, “I won’t go lower than 500”. “Having me on your transaction ledger may make elves more accepting of your business, and hey I’ll even raise my price to 400”.”The gold is a bit low quality I’m doing you a favor.” I say shrewdly. He thinks for a second and decides it is worth it. “I’ll take you up on that offer”, he says handing me the gold. “Pleasure doing business with you”, I say as I stroll away. Thinking to myself “I have a fortune I just love to haggle.”
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: doomheart
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone: WST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Lord of the Rings
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Trying to find a server that has an excellent quality of roleplaying
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/88845-human-doomhearts-application/
http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/88991-human-doomhearts-application/
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
[b]Definitions[/b]
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Is a customized character in a unique world and you can make choices/decisions. For example) My lord, what do you wish us to do?/ My lord, the enemy is retreating!
Meta-gaming: Is using information outside and putting that information into your character. For example) Someone using a mirror to see Medusa even though they know nothing about her and how she turns people to stone.
Power-emoting: Is an action forcing on another character ex: Player 1 kills Player 2, Player 1 steals gold from Player 2
[b]In-Character Information:[/b]
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Artamir
Current Age: 24
Sub-race (if any): Human
Past
/ History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Artamir was a very curious child. He was born to a small family that was
settled in a small village in Oren. His mother, Lorinda worked as a
farmer, selling wheat to the highest biter for profit. His father,
Belemir was a hunter that travels around the village hunting for food to
provide his family. When Artamir helps Lorinda, she gives him a loaf of
bread. Belemir was a strange wise man. He would take me outside the
village for bow practice. Belemir said "Aim, take a deep breath and
shoot." When I followed his instructions I actually shot it correctly.
Belemir said "Nice shot. you'll soon be an expert." It was one of the
happiest moment of my life.
When Artamir turned 9, his father, Belemir was trading with Eleven villages but one day someone does not carry out their trade. So, members of the Eleven village came and question Belemir. But it turns out that Belemir was drunk in the tavern and started attacking the Elves. Because of self-defense the elves fight back, resulting in everyone fighting. Sadly Belemir was killed by the Eleven villages. I did not know about this until I was 16. I forgive the Elves because it was not their fault it was my father.
When Artamir turned 18 he started taking his father’s profession which is hunting. I would be hunting animals to provide my family in Oren. One day I met a friendly human that was named Lorik. Lorik was a strange man but very kind. He would help me by teaching me the ways of being a hunter. Lorik always said “You’ll soon join me in the battle when you are older.” I was amazed that I could fight alongside with Lorik. When I went home I had a loaf of bread from my mother and some meat from a couple of animals I slayed. All the time now I was thinking of the battles and I will soon defend for the Human race.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] To fight with Lorik in his guild and find many friends to help on the way.
Personality:[/b] Artamir is a nice man. He always say he will get the job done. Artamir is friendly to other people.
Skills:[/b] Artamir is excellent with a bow due to his hunting skills from his dad’s side. He can handle heavy weaponry if he must.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b]
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] N/A
[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.[/b]
[b]Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure[/b]
[b]stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly[/b]
[b]up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you[/b]
[b]do?[/b]
Answer:
I screamed “Guards, guards that man appears to look like he is up to no
good. The guards suddenly noticed that the hooded man was attempting to
do something bad and said “You there stop!” I took action to distract the mysterious person. The
guards rush as fast as they could and arrested the hooded man. It turns
out that the man said “The Emperor is taking advantage of our cities to his wishes, he must be stopped!”
[b]2.[/b]
[b]Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large[/b]
[b]clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an[/b]
[b]unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two[/b]
[b]heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed[/b]
[b]with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b]
Answer:
Because I am an average heavy weaponry fighter, I take my longsword out
and sneak up behind them. I use a tree to cover myself. Right when they
are about to attack the old man, I ran up in front of them and said,
“You really shouldn’t be harming this innocent old man! If anything, you
should be fighting the halflings! At least they are a good threat
compared to you two fools!” They said “Gold is gold, does not matter where you get it.” So They they wanted to kill this innocent man so I took action and when the man was distracting the bandits I unarmed them so they weren't armed. The bandits said “We will get the gold one day.”. The bandits retreated and the old man said “Thank you young one, you have done a good deed.” I was rewarded with 6 Minas.
[b]3.[/b]
[b]You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a[/b]
[b]small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and[/b]
[b]notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that[/b]
[b]he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is[/b]
[b]willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do?[/b]
[b](Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that[/b]
[b]happens).[/b]
Answer:
Since I don’t have a bow equipped with me, I asked the man “What is your price for this bow?” Although he says that there are no set prices, I asked “What would a good price would be?” The
man says that 2 Minas would be an average price but he would offer it
for 0.80 Minas. I accept his offer and said “Thank you.”
Next, I get some arrows. The man says “You can have 1 arrow for 0.45 Minas.” So, I accept the offer once again. Before I left, I asked the man “Why are you selling me these items so cheaply.” He explains that he just got married and is extremely happy. So, he wants to make everyone happy by letting them haggle prices. I said “Thank you, you are very kind and very generous, good things will happen to you in the future.”
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: tt2540
How old are you?:16
Time-Zone: Eastern Standard Time
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?:Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:No
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:My friend showed me it and it looked so cool! I think I would be great on the server!
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/user/59538-cmaloney99/
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
[b]Definitions[/b]
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Playing the role of another character.
Meta-gaming: Doing something that your race wouldn’t really be able to do but doing anyway.
Power-emoting: Doing something overpowered or unfair.
[b]In-Character Information:[/b]
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Lucas Rupp
Current Age:19
Sub-race (if any):none
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Lucas Rupp is a hardworking, and dedicated young man to his fighting. Lucas grew up in a family of 5, all boys. Being the middle child he grew to believe that his parents and brothers didn’t love him so he took his anger out on his hard work for becoming a better warrior. At the age of 13 his parents were killed looking for food. Also Lucas’s brother, Matthias, died in a battle when Lucas was 15. These heartbreaks in his life influenced him to become a better warrior.
Today Lucas is still a hardworking warrior living by himself keeping himself healthy and alive. Lucas’s dream is to join the army and serve as a general and lead his city to success. Lucas is a great man off wisdom when it comes to battle and he would be a great warrior for his city. Throughout Lucas’s life he went through many casualties in his family leaving him the only one left in his family and he wants people to remember his name.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] to become a successful war veteran.
Personality:[/b] Rude, Stubborn, Dedicated to his work
Skills:[/b] Fighting, Bargaining, and Hunting
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b]
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b]No
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b]
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
____
[b]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: First I would walk over to the guard very casually and inform him on the dark-cloatthed figure and tell them that he looks like he is up to no good. After telling them that I would try to make up a quick plan to go and see what the man is up to. Once we have the plan, which is to go question the man and back him away from the palace, me and the guards would escort the man away from 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: “Hey losers why don’t you pick on somebody your own size” I said. He lifted his blade and charged directly at me. I blocked the blade but without seeing the other guy slice a deep gouge into my arm. I then turned around and stabbed the guy who cut me and dodged the other swing while thrusting my sword at the guy killing him. Then I would ask the old man if he was ok and if he needed anything.
[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Answer: “Hello Sir, how are you doing today” I said. “ I’m quite alright my friend. Are you looking to buy anything in particular. “Yes, I was looking to buy an Iron Chest plate to complete my set of armor.” I responded. “You’re lucky” he said “this is the last one we have. How much are you looking to buy it for.” “I was thinking….. I don’t know….. Maybe 19 gold.” I said. “19 GOLD!!” he snapped back at me “ are you crazy! Maybe like 48 gold.” I responded “Hmmm… how about 28 and that’s the final deal because when you think about it once you get this of your hand you will get 10 new ones in stock so wouldn’t you rather just get this off your hands and get a new stock or would you just want me walking away to go to another store to buy this.”. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Lucas Rupp” responded. “Well Lucas you have got yourself a deal” he said. “Thank you for your time my friend and uh keep the change.” As I winked at him and walked away.
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The Dwarven Race are the underground dwellers of the Lord of the Craft - they reside in huge caverns, deep below the surface filled with valuable minerals and metals.
Useful Links:
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Subraces: Mountain Dwarf | Cavern Dwarves | Forest Dwarves
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Dwarf Characters
Dwarven History
- Minecraft Account Name:thebluemoon65
- How old are you?:11[/size]
- Time-Zone/Country of Residence:USA eastern time zone
- Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:Yes
- Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:Slightly aggressive with a kind heart who likes a good challenge.
- How much time could you be on the server weekly?:Every day
- How long have you played minecraft?:Since 2010
- What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Alot , 5 years , World of Warcraft
- What do you expect this server will be like?:Amazing
- What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:Magica Craft and boring
- Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?:Yes and Yes
- Name the 4 races on this server: Humans Dwarves Elfs and Orc
- How did you hear about us?:I was looking for MMORPG'S on google and found this one.
- Did you vote?: No
- What was your favourite Law?:No greifing
- What was your least favourite Law?:All seamed fair
- What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name? thebluemoon65
In-Character:thebluemoon65
- Character Name:Rico Wade
- What is your Race?:Dwarve
- Lordofthecraft.net/forum, forum account:thebluemoon65
- Biography: Rico is a Skinny, Tall,and Lowcut guy
- Character Age:21
- Character Appearance:Smooth ,but lean
- Character Personality:Slightly aggressive ,but kind hearted.
- Your ambitions:A town mayor and a Guild leader
- 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?:Hates it [/size]- Does your character have any special skills?:Good with daggers and can vanish in thin air
- A screenshot of your skin:file:///C:/Users/Ron/appdata/Roaming/.minecraft/screenshots/2013-05-30_00.49.27.png
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as
possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
How old are you?: 13
Minecraft Account Name:sk8erboy46
Time-Zone: New York
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?:Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:
Other servers, and lots of Elder Scrolls
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:I was
looking for a good Minecraft roleplay server on minecraftforums.net
Link any applications that you have previously made for the
server: None
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If
not, then please do so (link above): Yes
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make
use of it and follow it in your biography?:Yes, I will try.
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take
any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Using a made up character to play-act with
other people.
Meta-gaming: Using OOC information for your IG character
Power-emoting: Not giving someone the chance to react in
roleplay, example: "John cuts off Alex's head and watches it role down the
hill" Instead of "John swipes
his sword at Alex's head"
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Nienna Alatariel Fallasion
Current Age:35
Sub-race (if any): Wood Elf
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+
paragraphs long): Nienna had a fairly normal childhood, playing with the other
children, having fights, and making friends with the wrong people. But there
was one thing she was not, and I repeat not, willing to do. Archery. She had
been quite content to never even look at a bow, and continue with her other
hobbies, cooking and planting. Why, she had even made a little cooking business
of growing her food, cooking it, and delivering. She had made quite a lot of
money doing that for a couple months. Until one day, her father shoved a bow in
her arms and an arrow in her hands. "Please dont make me do this, father!
You know I dont want to!" She told him, but to no avail, he was determined
to have her try it. Sighing, she drew back the string of the bow, dread
crawling in her stomach at the thought of disappointing her father yet again.
Then she let go of the string, and as if everything were in slow motion, she watched the
arrow hit the very edge of the target. "You did it!" Her father
yelled. "Im guessing that means I did pretty good." She smiled, and
that's how it began. Her quest to get better at the bow and arrow. She
practiced day and night, and though it took a while, she was finally able to
hit the very center of the target. Although, there was one other thing she
wanted to achieve. To learn to sing. She was very bad at it, though she
believed that if she practiced, she would get better. Now, truly, she had no
good luck. She could enter a raffle and the number would be the farthest from
her. So when she went to find someone who could teach her to sing, she had no
such luck. Oh, sure, her mother could sing, but it wasn't professional, just a
few nursery rhymes. By this time, she had given up. She would find someone when
she got older, was one of her thoughts.
When she became twenty, she started to yearn for adventure. So, she got up one morning,
packed up her things, and told her parents "I'm going on an
adventure!" And so she marched off into the deeper parts of the forest,
and was in there for about five minuets until she finally got bored and had the
sudden urge to climb trees. Leaving her stuff on the ground, which was not the
best thing to do, she climbed to the very top and gasped at what she saw. It
was a beautiful sea of green tree tops, with the sun sinking just above them.
With a new motive, she climbed down and got her stuff, only to find a raccoon
had ate some of her food. Mumbling about not making that choice again, she made
her way back home. For the next ten or so years, she decided she would go and
explore new places. But while she was on her adventures, she found that there was always one thing in every one. Magic. She soon decided that her current quest would be to learn magic.
Ambitions for the Future: Explore, learn magic, and open a shop.
Personality: Brave, stubborn, kind, sarcastic, artistic, a bit childish, a bit disrespecting, and a bad temper.
Skills: Planting, archery, cooking, fighting.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your
skin):
Any other details you wish to share about your character: None
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a
minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as
descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
____
1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the
sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of
older elves are mocking a small elven child. How do you react?
Answer: Walking over to the older elves, I say "What motive could you possibly have to mock a small child?" Not waiting for there responses, I go over to the child, and ask "Hun, where do you live?" The child takes me there, and I explain what had happened. Then once the explaining is done, I ask her, "Do you know of any motive they could possibly have had?" The mother didn't have an answer, so I conclude that the elves were just plain mean. Later, I go back to them and ask them directly. "Why were you mocking that child?" I could tell they were uncomfortable. "Its alright, you don't need to tell me. Just don't do it again, okay?" One of them nodded, but I just returned to my walk, knowing that I wouldn't be able to persuade them.
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: Rushing to help the man up, I let him lean on my shoulder, although my small stature makes it hard, I start to help him to an elf that had experience in medical attention. Once I had gotten there, I stay until he was okay. "I'm fine, really," he croaks, as I cluck over him. "My name is Valindil Oranor," he tells me, "I am called Nienna Fallasion." I say in turn, and when he gets up from bed, and walks, I finally say that he is in fact healed. Once his stuff was gathered, I tell him "We should meet up again." He reply's with a grunt and a smile, and I watch him head off into the forest, a little sad and angry that he didn't say the same.
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: Walking up to the trader, I ask "What stock do you have?" He goes inside his carriage, and when he comes out, hes holding a gold ring, a tarnished silver dagger, and an engraved bow. I try not to look at the bow to much, for then he would know I wanted that one. I sweep my eyes across what he had, asking how much each was all the while. "The gold ring is only a mere forty-five dollars, the silver dagger is seventy dollars-" At this point, I interject, "But its tarnished." I point out. He gives me a look, and retaliates by saying "Yes, but, you can just put polish on it, and it'll be as good as new! And as I was saying, the bow is seventy-five dollars." I suck in a breathe at the expensive prices. Even to get the gold ring, I would have to haggle the price tag down quite a bit. "I'll take the bow for thirty." I reply, and he gives me another look, "seventy" He says. I was determined to get this bow for below fifty dollars. "thirty-five." I say calmly. Narrowing his eyes at me, "I could only part with it for sixty." Rolling my eyes at this cheesy line, I was loosing my patience. "Well, you'll have to part with it for thirty-five. I'm not going any higher. That's my final price, so take it or leave it." The trader looked at me, and murmured "Fine." Apparently, he did not get many customers, if he was agreeing to that. "Whats that?" I ask smugly, glaring at me, "I said I'll take it for thirty-five." Paying him the money, I smirk at him and prance away with my new bow. I was gonna try this thing out when I got home
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: UsopptheSniper
How old are you?: 17
Time-Zone: PST
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yup.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I've roleplayed a bit on RS, but not much. I've mainly learned from my IRL friend who has played on the server.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: My friend would be playing it when I came over to his house. His username is halt99 (he quit, but I think he used to be a villain or something).
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 have done so.
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Indeed I have.
[b]Definitions[/b]
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: When you assume the role of another and act as if you were that being (basically acting). While you are that character, you shouldn't bring in IRL feelings into play and keep to your character as much as possible.
Meta-gaming: When you use information obtained outside of the game for gain inside of it. Like if I was in a skype call with someone and they mentioned that they were raiding a village the next day and then I told the village in advance, letting them get prepared when they should have been caught off-guard.
Power-emoting: When you emote something that doesn't give the other player a chance. Such as –Usopp fires his bow, landing an arrow straight into the enemy’s eye- when it should be –Usopp fires his bow, aiming for his enemy’s eye-
[b]In-Character Information:[/b]
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Bradley Siegfried
Current Age: 23
Sub-race (if any):
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Bradley grew up in a small farming village with his aunt and uncle. It was a village closed off from the outside world. The only time when Bradley ever saw a new face was when the caravan would come by to pick up fresh produce. Bradley dreamed of riding off with that caravan, to be free from his confined habitat. However, his legal guardians frowned upon this and constantly reminded him about the evils of the outside world. He was shown drawings of demons with pointed ears called “Elves” and barbaric beings known as “Orcs”. He was also reminded of how a band of crazed elves had slaughtered his parents and torched the village they were staying at during that time. Many of the inhabitants of the closed off village were of similar backgrounds with hardship and fear of other races, making it easier for the people to work together.
The only being that wasn't human in the village was a dwarf who ran the local pub. His name was Borvin. Borvin had saved some local children from slavers, deeming him as a good non-human to the community. Slavers were a problem in the area, but generally never targeted their small village. Bradley would often sneak into the pub and converse with Borvin about the outside world, learning about the true nature of the other races, clearing the lies taught by his guardians. Bradley slowly developed a longing to meet these other races and traverse the outside world. His dream was to live with the wood elves after Borvin brought him a book describing them and their lifestyles.
A few years after the book had been introduced to him, Bradley (now 10) was helping his uncle harvest some crops when he spotted something on the horizon. He saw a small figure coming towards the village, tripping occasionally. Bradley pointed it out to his uncle and they cautiously approached the figure. Bradley noticed that it was a small female with chains around her hands and ankles. As soon as she came close, the uncle stopped in his tracks. He mumbled something which Bradley could not hear, the only thing he picked up on was “ears”. He glanced at the chained one and noticed she had pointy ears. Gasping, he realized that she was a very young elf. Judging from the direction she was running from, the uncle suspected that the slavers were involved. The young elf pleaded for us to help her before “they” came for her. Scowling, Bradley’s uncle took the blanket meant to cover the produce in the cart and wrapped it around the young elf who had all but fainted. He placed her in the cart and they carried the produce and her back into the village.
Before Bradley had the chance to talk to the elf, he was left alone in the house as a town meeting was called, his uncle taking the elf with him. Tired of being lied to by his guardians, Bradley sneaked out of the house and went to the side window of the town hall. He saw people arguing and pointing vindictively at the elf. Suddenly, Bradley felt a strong hand on his shoulder which turned him around. Bradley sighed in relief as he saw it was Brovin. He told Brovin that he wanted to know what was going on. After begging Brovin, he eventually responded with a sickened look, telling Bradley that they wanted to return the elf to the slavers before the slavers came looking with armed guards and thugs. The people of this town did not want any harm to come to the people or the town because of the “devil spawn”. They were sending a messenger to the slavers as they spoke Bradley started crying that they had no right to do that and ran back to his home. As he ran, he saw a man leaving the village, heading towards the slavers area. Bradley returned home and fell asleep crying into his pillow.
Later that night, Bradley awoke to find everyone sound asleep. He glanced at the sky and saw that he had sleep through the evening and the moon was now high in the sky. Looking at the stars, he thought of a plan. First, he packed a small bag of items that he wanted to keep. Then, he snuck out of the house. Bradley went over to the town hall, where he found the elf. Her chains had been broken and she had been clothed in less tattered clothing, but they had tied her up with rope and it seems like she had a fattened lip. He woke her up and motioned that she should be silent. She nodded in fright and Bradley untied her. He whispered for her to stay there and he silently left the hall. He walked to the other side of the village, albeit a short distance until he got to an empty storage building isolated from the residential places. Taking a nearby lantern, he smashed it on the wooden wall of the building. A small fire was created and started to spread. Bradley ran back and shouted around the village about the fire. As people rushed out of their homes to put out the fire which had started to engulf the whole building, Bradley returned to the town hall. He grabbed the young elf’s hand and guided her out of the village. As they left, a neighbor spotted him and grabbed Bradley by the arm. He snarled, asking where he was taking the vermin. Bradley spit on the man and the man used the back of his hand to knock Bradley back a few feet. The man was seething and accused Bradley of being a servant of evil. As he raised his hand again, Bradley heard a ‘clang’ and watched the man collapse on the floor. Borvin stood there with a bent frying pan with a concerned look on his face. He checked on Bradley’s condition and picked him up. He pointed to his cart and told them to get in. Borvin tied the cart to his horse and quickly started to ride away from town.
After they had left the village and rode for a couple miles, Borvin told Bradley that he should head back home and that he would see to it that the elf returned to her family. Bradley pretended to agree and hopped off the cart. He waved to Borvin and started to walk in the direction of home. After they fell out of sight, Bradley turned around and followed the road. After an hour, he saw smoke and people riding off. He noticed a toppled over cart which was fire and realized that it was Borvin’s. He rushed over and found his body lying on the side of the road. Bradley cried out and knelt by his body. He had been stabbed multiple times and beaten. Bradley glanced around and noticed that the elf was nowhere to be seen. Bradley reckoned that it was the slavers and swore. He sat down, mourning for the loss of his friend when he noticed a shiny object on the ground near him. He went over and picked it up. On close inspection, it was a flask, engraved with “Borvin” on it. Bradley clutched it tight and put it in his sac of belongings, swearing to keep it in memory of his friend. In less than a day of being outside of his village, his best friend had already been killed and his chance at knowing about the elves had been lost. Losing determination, Bradley dug a shallow grave for Borvin, poured the contents of the flask onto it, and started down the road on a journey that would continue for years.
Ambitions for the Future: Bradley travels around, hoping to find a place where he can be at peace and drink his years away, practicing his smithing. He learned to love smithing after living with some dwarves for a while and hopes to make goods for many people in the future.[/b]
Personality: Over the years, he has learned to mask his emotions drawing into himself, not caring about his fellow man or matters that don’t directly concern him. He is an alcoholic and carries around the flask that Borvin once owned. He never stays in one place for long and is characterized as nomadic. He seeks out skilled blacksmiths in hope of learning more from them.[/b]
Skills: Bradley is skilled with a bow and traversing areas, having lived most of his life on the go. He became skilled in smithing after living with a dwarf for a while, but hasn't had the time to perfect his skills. [/b]
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): He has scraggly brown hair, but usually wears a dirty cloak to.It's smeared in blood from wild beasts, but since Bradley doesn't care about how he looks, he doesn't wash it or himself that often.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b]
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b]
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
____
[b]1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?[/b]
Answer: Bradley, drinking his ale while relaxing at a table outside of a small tavern, spots the figure. Bradley observes his posture and actions with an ounce of curiosity. He sighs as he comes to the conclusion that the figure is some sort of villain based off his stealthy movements. He glances down at his ale, back up at the villain, then back down to his ale and shrugs. Taking another swig of ale, Bradley decides to follow the hooded figure, leaving a generous tip on the table before slipping out of the tavern and a small ways behind the figure. As they draw close to the palace, Bradley loses interest in the hooded figure. Coming to a halt, Bradley walks over to the nearest guard, explaining what had happened. The guard nods and rushes off towards the palace as Bradley takes out his flask. He grins, taking a small swig, and walks off into the night.
[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: Bradley, weary after a long day’s travel, grins as he sees this display. He creeps over to a tree and slowly climbs it to get a better view.
Thug 1: Either you give it to us or you’ll have to be fed with a tube after we are finished with you.
Old man: I already gave you all my valuables! Please, I have nothing else!
Thug 2: Don’t give us that crap, we saw you opening a small chest a few days ago while we scouted your home out.
The old man’s eyes widen for a brief moment, drawing the attention of Thug 1. He grabs the old man’s shirt and shoves him against the wall of the cottage before the old man can react. The sudden impact causes the old man to drop his dagger onto the floor, which is picked up by Thug 1.
Thug 1: Don’t lie to us old man! We don’t like liars, you know what we do with liars?! We cut out their tongue so they can’t lie again!
Thug 1 brandishes the dagger, pointing it at the old man’s face. The old man starts to hyperventilate when Thug 2 takes his club and smashes it into the old man’s right leg. The old man screams in agony as the two thugs laugh.
Thug 2: Ready to tell us now old timer?
The old man nods vigorously.
Old man: If I tell you, will you promise to leave me alone?
Thug 1: Yes, I promise, NOW TELL US WHERE THE CHEST IS!
The old man whispers something and Thug 1 rushes into the house and Bradley hears some banging of pots and breaking of wood. He walks back out after a few minutes with the small chest. Opening it, he pulls out some coins and a few trinkets. The thugs add it to their sac of loot and then grin. The old man stumbles onto his feet, using the wall as support.
Old man: Now leave! I’ve given you everything that I have!
Thug 2: Not everything…
The old man looks up with fear in time to see Thug 2’s club come swinging down. Bradley winces as the wall is coated in red. The two thugs rush off into the wilderness, leaving Bradley alone. He slides down and goes to what is left of the old man. Sighing, he goes into the house and finds a shovel and proceeds to dig a grave. After burying the old man, Bradley goes into the house to make himself comfortable for the night.
[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:
Bradley walks towards the merchant, preparing to ask for directions.
Merchant smiles and greets Bradley, cutting him off: Hello good sir! Might I interest you in some find goods! Perhaps you are looking for something in specific?
Bradley scowls: No, I’m not looking for any merchandise. I’m -
The merchant frowns and cuts him off again: Nonsense! I have the finest goods in the area! From trinkets to weapons, I have it all! You look like a medallion type fellow, I have a plethora of medallions in all shapes and sizes!
Bradley growls a bit: Listen here, I’m not looking to buy any of your junk! I need directions to the nearest inn. I have no need for any of your bobbles or useless items. All I need are the clothes on my back and my weapon. Now are you going to tell me where it is?
Merchant: No need to get so worked up! However, my memory is quite fuzzy from memorizing all these prices… I think if you bought something, that might refresh it…
Bradley growls again: Fine! Give me your cheapest thing.
Merchant picks up a clock: Hehe, that’ll be 15 gold coins.
Bradley: 15?! That’s outrageous, I can go pay the nearest person less coins for information on the inn.
Merchant: Fine, I’ll lower it to 6 coins.
Bradley: 1 coin.
Merchant: 3 coins and that’s it.
Bradley: Fine, here.
Paying the merchant, Bradley takes the cloak, made of cheap materials and listens to the merchant’s instructions. He sarcastically thanks the merchant and wanders towards the inn.
Fabio's app
[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: DK15doomer
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone: Pacific
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I've had many previous experiences in role-playing, I've been in many white-listed RP servers, and still play on many. I am a dedicated Role-player.
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...orc-dk15doomer/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yes I have.
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?:Yep!
[b]Definitions[/b]
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role-playing is when you create your own made-up character, and act as if it is real life. You take the thoughts and feelings of your made-up character, and put them in reality.
Meta-gaming: When you take knowledge from the outside world, and put it in the game, in which case you had no idea of knowing before-hand. Example: going up to one of your friends in the game, and saying: "Hey Fred! What's up?" Fred being his REAL name, and not his RP name.
Power-emoting: Doing something to another player that is totally unfair, and you can't get away from it. Example: *I swing down my blade upon blank's head, instantly killing him.*
[b]In-Character Information:[/b]
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Arthur Steelheart
Current Age: 23
Sub-race (if any): Northerner
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Arthur was born in the great Holy Oren Empire, in the capital of the Kingdom of Renatus, Abresi. His mother, who he truly adored throughout his life, was a nice and caring woman, by the name of Melinda Steelheart. Arthur's father, who's name was Armik Steelheart, was notorious for his craftsmanship throughout Anthos.
In Arthur's first 3 years of him breathing the new life of that which was given unto him by his mother, he stayed in their families old house on the edge of the gates. His father was mostly busy, due to his hard work at the blacksmiths. Armik always encouraged Arthur to come into the blacksmith with him one day, and see how work was done around they, and maybe even take on a life of crafting blades, following the footsteps of his father, but Arthur usually declined, because he didn't quite understand what his father did, considering he was only 3 at the time.
At the age of 7, Arthur's mother, Melinda, made Arthur a leather tunic, and his father crafted him a fine wooden sword he could run around with. Arthur always went out in the mornings, and swung at the long grass that grew in his yard. One night, when the wind was blowing peculiarly strong that evening, and the hard long streaks of wet cold rain washed down upon the city of Abresi, Arthur heard a loud crash downstairs, and the short scream of his mother. His father was off at the blacksmiths yet again, so Arthur had to inspect the noises alone. He ran over to his drawer, which held his wooden sword, and he dashed to the stairs, diving into a quick crouch along the stairway. Arthur peaked around the corner of the downstairs hallway, to see a man dressed in all black, with a dagger pointed at his sweet mother, Melinda. Arthur's eyes widened, letting out a quick gasp, then enclosing his mouth with his palms. Arthur watched, as the mysterious man, not breaking dagger contact with Melinda, stuffed coins, necklaces that were lying around the table, and the families medallion that hung on the wall behind him, into his large sack that linked to his waist. The mother's face was filled with fear, along with tears softly falling down her cheek. Arthur could not bare to watch this terrible site, and went into a full sprint towards the robber. Before the man could even react and pull his dagger towards the Arthur, Arthur's arms grasped around the man's waist, as they both fell to the floor. "Arthur!! No!" Melinda cried out, but Arthur ignored the yell. He quickly got up from the rugged floor, and gave a swift blow to the man's right arm with his wooden blade. The man, yelped out a quick "Agh!", and threw his body through the door that lead to the outside before Arthur could do any more damage. Melinda ran towards Arthur, and held him tight. "The Medallion..." She muttered under her breath, as Arthur's gaze leaded out the door, to the dark figure that ran through the streets.
From the age of 10 to 17, Arthur and his father trained every day in the afternoons with swords, and bows. They set up an archery range, made up of hay bail training dummies, and little cans throughout their yard. Arthur and his father, Armik, trained also in hand to hand combat on the weekends, until Arthur could finally take down his father, and put him in a headlock of which he could not escape from. From that day forward, Arthur and Armik's bond grew stronger, and tighter, as they often ventured into the forest in hunt of Anthos's beasts.
At the age of 20, Arthur gave his farewell's and condolences to his family, before heading on his own journey in search of treasures and friends. Arthur wandered the paths of Anthos for 2 years, often stopping at Inns and taverns for sleep and drink, and merry times. He faced many beasts in the wild, and slayed them all. Other travelers who sighted Arthur sometimes greeted him, and gave him food for his long journey.
After Arthur turned the age of 23, his journey had just begun, as he searches for a place he can truly call home, forever.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] He wishes to become a mighty slayer of beasts, and a traveling trader as a side hobby for extra coin.
Personality:[/b] Quiet, kind, and full-hearted.
Skills:[/b] Arthur is strong, quick, clever, and precise with his aim.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] Arthur usually wears a green hood over his head that hides most of his face, and goes all the way down his body.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b]
[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 doyou do?[/b]
Answer: Arthur sits at one of the fountains in the capital, and closely watches the dark-clothed man, as he makes his way towards the palace. His fingers cross around a coin in his hand, and he quickly flicks it with his thumb, the coin landing in the water behind him.. Arthur stands up, and quietly heads over to a tree right beside the mysterious figure. He watches the figure as it's eyes scale the large palace up and down, making it obvious he's up to nothing but trouble. On that note, Arthur steadily walks over to one of the palace guards, making sure not to notify the odd figure, and informs him about this mysterious man. The guard nods his head, and heads over in the direction of the dark figure. Arthur's face shows a hint of pleasure as he walks back over to the fountain to sit back down.
[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: The tree branches sway as Arthur quickly strides up one of the oak trees around the clearing. He listens in on the conversation...
"Aye, old man! We're not playin' games here, show us where your gold is, an' we won't harm a single hair on your fragile whittle chin." One of the bandits shouts out, spitting a little saliva on the old man's face.
"Yeah! What he said!" The other tag-along bandit chimes in.
"L-Look, I don't know what you're talking about! I'm very poor, I don't have any gold! Please, just leave this place!" The old man's expression was fear and pain, giving off the hint that he was recently hit by one of the bandits.
"Wha' ever! We don't like liars, old man! Give me the gold, now!" The first bandit spat out, becoming enraged by the fragile old man.
"I swear! Please, just leave me be! You can take my crops! Please, anything, just leave..." The old man's face begins to give out.
The bandit catches the old man's eyes wander to a hole in one of the trees that sat next to his house.
"Aha! Alik, go over to that tree right o'er there, and check in that little hole!" One of the bandits ordered, and the other one quickly dashed over to the tree, and pulled out a handful of gold coins.
"Look! Look over here! There's gold, and necklaces!" You could tell the bandit was overly excited.
The old man let out a single swear under his breath. Both of the bandits indulged in the rich tree, and swung the coins into their pocket-sacks.
Arthur let out a small sigh, and quietly lowered down the tree. As soon as his feet hit the ground, he wandered off to the trail he just came from, with a pained, sad look in his face.
[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggleand choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Answer:
"Come one! Come all! I have the best equipment and trade in all of Anthos! Haggle your prices, and come today!" The man yells out to the crowd wandering the streets.
Arthur walks up to the stall. "Ah, hello sir. What are you trading today?" Arthur calmly asks the man behind the stall.
"Anything, and everything! Name your item, I have it! But let's take a look... You seem to be looking for a... Bow, I presume?" He asks, eyeing Arthur's quiver on his back.
"Actually, I am. What about that one?" He asks, pointing at one of the light bows on the wall.
"Ooo! This one was made precisely for accurate shots, and penetrating blows! Hmm, let's see.. Let's start it off with... 25 coins?" The man's smile looks like it might fall off his face at any moment.
"Hmm.. That's a bit steep. How about 15 coins?" Arthur haggles the price down a bit.
"15? You're asking 15!? This bow was made from the great High Elves! How dare you insult me with such a low price!" The man's stall almost shakes as his explosive voice comes out in a boom.
"Okay, sorry. I didn't mean to offend. How about.. Let's say, 20 coins?" Arthur asks, still keeping calm.
"Now that's more like it!" The man reaches over and pulls the bow off of the wall, and places it down on the table infront of him, smiling.
Arthur pulls out 20 coins from his satchel, and plops them onto the table, grabbing the bow, and testing the string's length and tightness. Happy with the quality, he gives a quick wave of goodbye, and wanders away towards the gates.
Out-Of-Character Information:
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: Acepilot25
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone: Eastern, Kentucky
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I used to be apart of LOTC but then I quit to help my friend with his server, which failed so now I want to come back and I am creating a new character.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: My Skype friend, Blackdragonhole
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: [None] (I have old application that were for my old, now done with, character)
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, I have read it fully.
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role-playing is like taking the place of a fictional/made up character and acting the part.
Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is using information your character has not obtained through role-play.
Power-emoting: Power-emoting is using an RP emote, such as in sparring, that does not give your opponent a chance to react, like this: *Slices John's knee with his dagger, john falls to the ground in pain.* It should be like this: "Attempts to cut John's knee with his dagger.*
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Piecer Rek Sederth
Current Age: 21
Sub-race (if any): [None]
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Piecer was born into a modern family in Anthos in a small village within Oren. His father and mother were both survivors of Asulon. His mother would tell Piecer about the beauty of Asulons' fertile plains, and the soft and brisk feel of the blessed Tundra. The name "Piecer" skips a generation and is given to the first-born son of the family. His middle name, Rek, holds great value within the family but is unknown why. Piecer's mother taught him simple math and how to read, which Piecer often had trouble with. Eventually he understood most of it and was able to understand the current events that was taking place in the newly forming land.
On Piecer's 13th birthday his father gave him a bow and a dagger that had been passed down since his Great-Great-Grandfather. The bow was engraved with many markings of creatures and people. The dagger, according to his father, was used to carve these markings over the generations. Now, it was Piecer's turn. Piecer stared at the knife and bow for a long time, and then, he carved. He carved what he imagined Asulon's plains and snow covered forests looked like. He carved the animals to, chickens and cows and pigs. He told his father he wished they could go back, back into Asulon, away from Anthos. But the question had only one answer, and he knew it.
At age 16 Piecer had become quite skilled with the bow and arrow his father gave him. He went out to hunt everyday and brought back food for dinner and game to sell. Every day he carved some more of what he though Asulon looked like onto his bow. At age 19 his father died. He had gone hunting one night and had not returned. The day after Piecer's family found at he had drowned while swimming across a river-it is unknown how he drowned. Piecer was deeply upset, along with his mother. They buried his body, said their prayers to the Lord that He may take care of the soul. The family was in mourning and grief for the next month, only to be followed by a greater tragedy.
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I saw them come from all directions. The night sky was ablaze with fire, the fire of houses, and...and people. My people, my friends, my family..my mother. I watched her be burned alive inside my home. I will never forget this memory, the day the bandits attacked my village. I don't know why they did it, I never will. They had no intention, just to burn the city to the ground and slaughter everyone in it. I was in the safety of the forest, returning home from my daily hunt. I did not expect to find this. I wish I could have down something, but I was only 17, what could I have done?
No, I could have done something. I could have killed all the bandits that came that night! But that's the problem, I could have. I can't change the past, but I can change my future.
Piecer now has no family, and is wandering the lands of Anthos. He still has his bow and the dagger his father gave him. But now, its a burden that he cannot get rid of. He must keep it, for his families sake. He is looking for a guild, preferably one in archery, that would welcome him as family and a place he can call home once again.
Ambitions for the Future: Explore, find a guild that Piecer can call Family and Home.
Personality: Shrouded, sympathetic, mix of courage and caution.
Skills: Archery, hunting
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
http://www.planetmin...c-skin-2188004/
Any other details you wish to share about your character: [None]
Open-Response-Questions:
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?
Answer: *Piecer sees the man approaching the palace, looks around at the nearby guards*
*Without making a scene, walks quickly the nearest guard*
Guard: "Halt, stranger"
Piecer: "Forgive my hastiness, but a clothed man is heading into our Emperor's palace. I suspect he is up to no good.."
Guard: *Looks around and spots the man, then turns back to Piecer* "Thank you stranger. Guards! Follow me!"
Piecer: *Piecer watches for a little as the man is searched, then turns around and heads back to the market to sell his pelts*
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: Piecer: *Walks up to the trio of strangers* "Forgive me for intruding, but what is the problem may I ask?"
Bandit: *Attempts to act like a tax collector* "This man refuses to pay his taxes to his king"
Old man: "Liar! You want to rob me of everything and then burn my beloved home!"
Piecer: *Looks from the group of bandits to the Old Man and back again* "Your bandits and you can't deny it. I recommend getting out of here before I call the guards that are with me as we speak."
Bandit: *Looks to his partner and nods, the two of them run into the cover of the forest and escape*
Old Man: "You lied, there are no guards around here..."
Piecer: "Your right, I bluffed. I couldn't fight them on my own and you can barely swing that sword of yours."
Old Man: "But what if they didn't believe you, and they killed you and took my money and burned my house anyway?"
Piecer: "But they didn't though, did they?"
Old Man: *Considers this* "I still do not believe it was the wisest choice, but thank you. You saved my home."
Piecer: *Nods and continues heads back into the forest*
3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).
Answer: Man: "Well hello there, young man. Come to see what ye' can buy?"
Piecer: "I may, depends on what ye' be selling."
Man: "I assure you I have anything you may need."
Piecer: *Thinks for a moment* "Well, if what you say is true, you will have some 47 iron-tipped arrows for me?"
Man: "Why sure boy. Iron tipped, hmm. Hows' bout 57 minas'?"
Piecer: "Hows bout' 32 instead?"
Man: "But thats no-"
Piecer: *Cuts him off* "32 minas' is my offer. Do you want it or not?"
Man: *Considers* "Gah fine, boy." *Gives Piecer the new bow and takes the 20 minas'*
Piecer: "I will pay you 8 minas' for a new arrow sheathe as well."
Man: "Why must you always go below the average prices of my good stock?"
Piecer: "Because you said you had not set prices. Bargain or not?"
Man: *Smiles slightly* "I'll be more careful with my words next time..here you go." *Hands Piecer his new arrow sheath and takes the 8 minas'*
Piecer: "Thank you, sir." *Walks off*
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: Mortimore316
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone: Central (USA)
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have played on more than one role server before.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I was simply browsing through more Role-Play servers, when I came across this one.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: None
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): No, doing so now.
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?:Yes.
[b]Definitions[/b]
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role playing is, in it's basic form, expressing yourself via some job or other act that the Server (in this case) sets for you by a standard. In other words, you take on the life of someone you are not.
Meta-gaming: Strategy used in gaming.
Power-emoting: Using words to describe what you are doing. EX: "Mort turned his head"
[b]In-Character Information:[/b]
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Relion Ame'onn
Current Age: 132
Sub-race (if any): Wood Elf
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
As a young Wood Elf, Relion Ame'onn wanted to learn. He wanted also to travel the world, and to help those in need. So, Relion, at the age of 115, left his home in Elandriel, and began to explore. He saw many things, including great war. Because of all of the suffering Relion witnessed, Relion decided to return to Elandriel, where he since then has been studying a way to bring unity to all of the races.
Now, Relion still tries to bring unity to all of the races, but in a roundabout fashion. He tries to travel to many cities in all of The Lord of the Craft. During his visits, he discusses things like what the peticular race thinks of the other races, and things of the sort. Besides traveling, he works as a Courier, delivering messages between place to place.
Ambitions for the Future: Plans to help the all of the Races in all of The Lord of the Craft.
Personality: Is quite smart, loves to tinker, a real bookworm, kind nature
Skills: Good with a bow, loves to learn history, and Lore, very sociable. Can get very aggressive
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Likes to wear red, usually wears a skull mask, meaning (in his terms) that he has seen many deaths. Mage-like clothing
http://www.dropbox.com/s/25kfqz3tyiz1cg0/Mortimore316.png
Any other details you wish to share about your character: None, besides what I have already described
[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. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older elves are mocking a small elven child. How do you react?[/b]
Answer: I ask them in a kind tone "Why are you mocking this child? What has he or she done to you?" Once they reply, I will tell them that it is not right to bother the child. If they pester him/her further, I tell them again. If they keep on bothering the child, I will use force to solve the issue, but then will continue on with my aggressive-yet-kind nature.
[b]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?[/b]
Answer: I help the man up, asking if he is ok. Then, I return his coins to him, and give him a new pouch to put them in if I am able to. I help him to wherever he needs to be, then continue walking through the forest.
[b]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).[/b]
Answer: I tell the man that I would like to buy 20 Sheets of paper, as well as about 16 sheets of leather. "What are you going to use those for?" The man would ask. "I am going to use them to make messaging books for my Courier service", I reply. "Well, that will cost you about 35 Mina", The man replies. "Could you perhaps lower the price a bit?" I ask. He shakes his head. "35 Mina is the lowest I can go." He says. "Alright, my good sir, here is your 35 Mina", I say as I hand the man the currency. He hands me a sack full of my leather and Paper, then returns to his place beside his carriage. I then head home, wondering how much messaging books I can make.
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: Morningchill
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone: Eastern Standard Time (GMT -6)
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:
I have played World of Warcraft for a good portion of my life. I have also played RP games such as Skyrim, Fallout, etc. I've also been a part of countless Gmod Half Life 2 Serious Role Play servers.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I've heard of it by my friends and read about it from the Minecraft forums.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: I haven't yet applied.
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yes.
Have you read the Dwarven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Of course.
[b]Definitions[/b]
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing:
Role Playing is acting a part of a fictional fantasy character that is put into fictional life and world. Role-playing is literally playing a role.
Meta-gaming:
Meta-gaming is taking information that has been used either out of character or from knowledge out of my personal characters reach and using it in role-play. Ex. Listening to someone IRL talk about stealing from another player, and then taking that information into the game without your character gaining full knowledge over it.
Power-emoting:
Power-emoting is performing an action that gives yourself an advantage over the opposing player(s). Ex. "Takes sword from belt and drives it through the guard, making him die instantly"
[b]In-Character Information:[/b]
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Thorlak Darkfall
Current Age: 19 Seasons ( 133 Years)
Sub-race (if any): Mountain Dwarf
Clan (if any):
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):[/b]
Thorlak Darkfall is the fifth son of Uzek and Orla Darkfall. His father and mother were both Mountain Dwarfs, and owned a small lumber mill near the capital city, Kal'Karik. Thorlak was the youngest out of the brothers and got grief from them in his early years. He remembers his father always used to pick Thorlak out of any of his brothers to go gather lumber with him. His father always cared for Thorlak the most, and would defend him no matter what. All of his brothers grew jealous of Thorlak and the praise he gets from his father which caused the teasing and mean behavior toward him.
Three of his brothers sought to find their own paths, and took off separately to do so. As Thorlak grew his ambitions grew with him. He found no interest in taking over the family mill and wanted to go off like his brothers and find what he is truly meant for.
Thorlak knew his mother and father wouldn't approve of his absence due to him being one of the two sons left to inherit the mill. Him and one of his brother worked hard at the mill, and grew a bond for each other. About half a season later, his brother was killed in a lumbering accident. Thorlak was devastated by his brothers death, but grew with rage as well, knowing his dream to go and find his own path was ruined.
He become more experienced with lumbering and the market for lumber. On spare time, he would craft wooden weapons and wooden training dummies to practice and release his built in rage. He became more familiar with weapons such as axes and hammers, as he used them the more often.
At every family meeting that was held, Thorlak's parents would praise him for being the only and last son to stay and work at the mill. Seasons had past and his parents grew older and weaker. His father hurt his back earlier while taking to much of a load of lumber back to the mill. They were in no condition to work at the mill anymore. Although Thorlak loved his parents deeply, he found this to be a perfect moment to finally seek his dream. He made agreements with his parents and had them moved in with their relatives who lived deeper in the capital. Thorlak promised to visit and then took off, finally setting out to take his own path.
Thorlak now seeks to travel around Anthos and create his own adventure, like his brothers had done. He hopes that he will soon even meet with his brothers someday, and show them the skills he had mastered while they were away.
Ambitions for the Future: Thorlak wants to become a well known dwarf to his kin and to all races. He wants to earn riches and travel to far places. Thorlak wants to find his dwarven brothers to prove his well being and his skills.
Personality: Thorlak is kind and gentle to kin and close friends. Stern and easily to the ones who threaten him or oppose him. He feels for the weak and defenseless and would help them. Always acts before thinking upon things.
Skills: Very skillful with axes and hammers. He is tough and stocky, and could probably take somebody hand to hand. His strength is high from carrying loads of lumber.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Thorlak is standing at 4ft with a stocky and has a buff build. thick dark orange facial hair. He has no hair on the top of his head.
Any other details you wish to share about your character: He is a heavy drinker and will take any offer for ale.
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b]
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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[b]1. Whilst mining deep in the undergrounds of Kalos you see a large deposit of diamond ore at the other side of the ravine you are on. There is a very thin rock bridge that looks precariously unstable, but it is the only way to access the deposit. What do you do?[/b]
Answer: I slowly move closer to the bridge, trying to think the situation through. As I think my eyes can't help stare at the diamonds glistening to the light from the lava below. I think to myself, "Ay.. This will be a tough one." I finally approach the bridge connecting to the other side of the ravine. Wiping sweat from my brow, I lay my foot down slowly and carefully on the bridge to test its strength. *The bridge then begins to rattle heavily.* I quickly move my foot back, as I glance between the diamonds and the bridge. I take a deep breath before looking up to the small opening showing the sky and say, "Gods give me strength." and quickly run across the bridge. *One end of the bridges ropes begin to snap.* I quickly grab onto the rope on the opposite side, while the beginning side of the bridge snaps. I hold on with full force as I place my other hand on the weak wooden planks used for steps. I stare down toward the almost endless abyss below me and then let out a loud grunt as the one side of the bridge hits me against the rock. Glancing back up at the diamonds, I force myself to climb high enough to get my feet down on the bottom plank. I slowly climb up the steep half broken bridge, using the ridged rocks for support. I steadily make it to the top, pushing myself up on the small ledge and laying on my back to take a breath. Pulling my pickaxe off my back, I finally begin to mine the diamond deposit.
[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 the two dwarfs get up, I take another large sip of ale. I then stand up sternly, making sure to puff my chest out and lift my shoulders. I walk in front of the two dwarfs, blocking them from the younger dwarf. One speaks out with a rough tone, "Ye betta'r move, we doan't want any quarrel with you!" I stand there still as I life my chin up and speak, "I think both of ye should be movin'on, I doan't want this to be manky." They glance between each other, the one with the dagger begins to grin. He raises his dagger and tries to strike me. His action was not quick enough, letting me to get out of his striking direction. The dagger strikes deep down into the wooden table behind me. I quickly take this chance to disarm him from his blade and push him against the wall behind him. "Now, we will leave this young lad alone, Aye?", Slowly he nods as I push him away from the table. He quickly calls for his dwarf friend and then dart out the door. I then turn to comfort the young lad behind me.
[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: As I quickly turn around, I shrug and say, "Sure thing!". I begin chugging the ale without any thought. The bar-owner just smiles and we begin walking toward his bar. We crack jokes and talk about woman as we stumble through the city. I slowly begin to loose consciousness and pass out, due to drinking to much ale. I wake up in a large open field, as I notice I am missing my pack. My pack contained all of my gold, my newly sharpened dagger, and extra clothing. I came rubbed my head as I finally came to realize what had happened. Quickly I race in the direction of the city to go find the bar-owner. A guard stops me and questions my hurry. I tell him the complete truth of what happened, hoping he could help in some way. He looks toward the other guard next to him and lets out a deep breath. "Oi.. Looks as if yo'are not the only one this had happ'en to lad... Ye know who done this?" I told them all I know and they followed me to the bar. As I walked in, I recognized the bar-owner and told the guards it was him. The guards began to question him as he denied everything. They did a search in the bar for the stolen goods. The guards find all of the stolen goods, including my gear, behind two barrels of ale. They returned the goods to their rightful owners, and then arrest the bar-owner.
Minecraft Account Name:NightJose
How old are you?:18
Time-Zone:Pacific
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?:Yes,Sir
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:A little in garry's mod
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:My friends told me
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:This is the first
biography?:He is 6 feet hispanic male who likes to adventure!
[b]Definitions[/b]
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing:Playing a Role of another character.
Meta-gaming:Sradegy I guess
Power-emoting:Not sure
[b]In-Character Information:[/b]Likes to mie and explore
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name:Josay
Current Age:30
Sub-race (if any):Hispanic
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Ambitions for the Future:[/b]Become steady with self and keep a daily schedule
Personality:[/b]Calm
Skills:[/b]Mining and peace keeping
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] Basic steve with mining helmet
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b]Nice to others and respectful
[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b]
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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[b]1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?[/b]
Answer:I would warn the guards,get a weapon and try to protect the emperor.
[b]2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b]
Answer:I would defend the man and risk my life trying to save the elder and bring down the guards
[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Answer:I would see if he agrees with a bundle of offers I will give him if he denies I would understand.
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: SoulAura_
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone: GMT + 12.00 / NZT
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: A little bit in Garrys Mod and played RP games.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Minecraftforums
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: none
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): done
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: putting yourself in a fictional character with different personalities than yourself.
Meta-gaming: A strategy or a way to do it.
Power-emoting: Make emotes that gives you an advantage over something
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Aathun Talos
Current Age: 23
Sub-race (if any): Northerener
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Aathun was bullied a lot at school, witnessed his mother and fathers in a poisonous while traveling to Ager. He taught himself how to wield a sword effectively and use shoot a bow.
Ambitions for the Future: To become the strongest knight in the Holy Oren Empire.
Personality: A nice, humble and brave being
Skills: Sword fighting, able to dodge big attacks, mining, Sniper with the bow
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Any other details you wish to share about your character:
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?
Answer: Quickly warn the guards and if possible, pursue him.
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: Quickly sneak behind one for the bandits and try to take him out then try to scare the other or kill him.
3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).
Answer: " I want the nice longsword there, I've got... uhm, 30 bronze coins" Aathun said to the merchant
" Are you trying to rip me off sir?" the merchant spoke
" No, I'm just a poor adventurer trying to best the best in the empire, but i cannot do that if i don't have a proper weapon. I'll give you 80 bronze for it." Aathun pleaded.
" How about 3 silver?" the merchant quickly replied.
" Maybe 1 silver? "
" Maybe 1 silver and 30 bronze?" said the merchant.
" If that's the best deal you can give me, then deal! "
" It's pleasure doing business with you, adventurer! "
How old are you?:16
Time-Zone: Atlantic
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:I used to play on another RP server called "blothera kingdom". The server has since been shutdown.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Looked up "RP minecraft servers" in google, this was like the first one.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes.
[b]Definitions[/b]
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Assuming control of a "Made up character" to experence certain events in a different manor.
Meta-gaming: Making a out of "character choice" in a RP setting.
Power-emoting: I'll be honest, ive never heard this term before. So i can't define it without googleing it.
[b]"Power[/b] [b]emoting[/b] describes the abuse of this system when players use emotes to describe an action that takes away the ability of another player to respond or prevent it."
www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=power emoting
[b]In-Character Information:[/b]
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Raylen
Current Age:19
Sub-race (if any): None(pure human)
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Raylen grew up in slums of Kingston. His father died when he was very young and his mother has struggled to keep them alive. When Raylen came of age, he took a job as a blacksmith's apprentice. He learned to craft various weapons and suits of armor. dispite his skill, he disliked being a Apprentice and wanted more in life.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] Raylen want's a life of adrenaline pumped adventure.
Personality:[/b] He is outgoing most of the time, but can be a bit bitter.
Skills:[/b]
- Can your character read or write?: Yes, but not very well.
- Can your character mine?: As a blacksmith he was brought down into the mines on various occasions. He knows how to mine in theory.
- Are you a capable builder? I don't know if this is asking "me" or my character. "I" can build, but my character can not.
- Can you wield a sword?: Yes, my character has grown up around swords and decided to learn how to use them.
- Enjoy Farming?: No.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] My character has darkhair and where's a cloak and hood to consell most of his face, his eyes are black.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] ..... he like's scrabble.
[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: Make no suspicious movements to alert the dark-clothed figure and very slowly make my way to the guards to tell them of the thief, and say to keep a eye on 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: Set up a pit fall trap near by, and then yelling insults at the bandits to make them chase me, so i can lure them into falling in to the pitfall.
[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]
Answer: I start off buying health potions and various other goods. the health potions start off as 1 silver 20 copper each. I offer him 60 copper and he of course declines it. then he comes back with a offer of 70 copper each. which i accept. if you start off with a very low price the shopkeeper will usaully come back with ether a slighty higher lower price or a medium price. after purchasing other goods such as food and a iron shortsword. I then ask him if there are any notice/buleten boards nearby. ive been itching for a quest you see.
[i]Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: Kurbstomp13
How old are you?: 16
Time-Zone: Central Time Zone
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Not much, I have played games such as Skyrim but that is the extent of my role-playing experiences.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Some of my friends started talking about it and I thought it sounded really interesting. The complexity of the game was really intriguing so I thought I would try it out.
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):
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 taking the position of a character and acting as if you are the character. This includes behavior, speech, and appearances. When role-playing, meta-gaming is banned because you aren’t using information that your character has knowledge of.
Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is using out-of-character information and using to influence the character you are role-playing as. Meta-gaming is restricted in almost all role-playing games because it kind of defeats the purpose of role-play.
Power-emoting: Power-emoting is emoting in role-play and forcing a result upon something instead of allowing it to be potentially interpreted differently. This is banned in role-play because it restricts other characters from implementing their own ideas.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Tublin Greenhold
Current Age: 35 Seasons (245 years)
Sub-race (if any): Cave Dwarf
Clan (if any):
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
I was born in raised in a small home in Kal’Azgoth. My parents names are Huglar and Emula and we were by no means rich. My father taught me to mine when I was 6 seasons. It came natural to me but my father wouldn’t let me in the mines until I was quite older. My father and I were very close. When I was 10 seasons he was called to battle. I cried as he told me had to leave. I had sat in silence for quite a bit of time just thinking about the memories of him as if he would never come back.
“Mum what is go’in on? Why did ‘e leave?” I asked through tear stained eyes.
“Young Tublin, da Kingdom of Urguan is goin’ to launch a mil’tary strike against the Orcs, and your fahder was needed,” looking concerned as she told me. My father returned a week later. He had bruises all over his face. He called a family meeting and told us what had happened.
“I was swingin’ me club at an Orc when de general came behind meh. Ano’der Orc came at de general and I was de only one to see ‘em. Just as deh Orc was swinging at de general’s ‘ead I pushed de general over so that de Orc missed. After dat we took out both de Orcs and he greatly thanked me. He told me I had brought honor to the Dwarves. He wants te award meh in parson, and address me accomplishments in front of all of Kal’Azgoth.” He smiled as he got to the end of his monologue. I was so proud of my dad. The following week all of Kal’Azgoth met to honor the dwarves that had fallen to the Orcs. At this meeting my father was also honored for his bravery. His reward was not only honor to his family but two golden rings. He wore these rings in his beard with pride. The next few years had been great for my family until my father broke his leg mining. This restricted him from mining supporting our family. Occasionally he would go down to the mines but he would never come back up with enough to sell at the market. For the first time in my life I was ashamed of my father.
I wish I could take those feelings back because it wasn’t before long that my father had died. I was only 15 seasons when he passed away. He had gone to the mines drunk in search of gold but never returned. A couple of weeks after his disappearance I discovered a body outside of my house. It was my father. His throat had been slashed and a note was lying next to him:
The Greenholds,
Huglar was a disgrace to your family and the Dwarven population. I have done you a favor by ending his life. I had caught him stealing jewels from the Crowore household. He humilitiated his people so now I will humiliate his family. You have one day to move out of your house or I will make sure that every dwarf in Kal’Azgoth spits on your graves.
--Anonymous
My mother cried and cradled my dead father. I could not get her to move and help me pack up our belongings. I left that night but my mother insisted on staying. Before I left the house I took my father’s golden rings, which would hopefully remind me of his honorable acts instead of the theft he committed towards the end of his life. It has been 20 seasons since then and I still haven’t heard from her. I assume she is dead. Because of my father’s actions I am consistently harassed by other dwarves. I cannot find work because no one will hire me so I support myself by mining and selling gems. It is hard to find buyers once they realize I am a Greenhold. I have grown up with so much hatred that I have become a hard man. There was once a time where I swore at a young child for offering me a small treasure that he had found. It is because of these qualities that I am a poor dwarf. I have a small home and practically live off of bread and ale. The gold rings in my beard are the most valuable things that I own.
Ambitions for the Future: I dream to bring honor to my disgraced family. I want people to cheer at the Greenhold name. Being a cave dwarf restricts me to the mines but if at all possible I would like to fight for my people in war. I will not die as a fool.
Personality: I am aggressive towards people that I am unfamiliar with. I like to be independent. I it has to become close to me because I do not trust many people. I am loyal and honest.
Skills: Mining, Novice in Crafting (Armor), Persuasion
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):
Any other details you wish to share about your character:
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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1. 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 walk steadily across the rock bridge. I could carefully mine this diamond and then sell it slightly over-priced. However, not before I take a small piece of it for myself. As I am walking across I see another cave dwarf eyeing the diamond.
“Get outta de way, yeh filty dwarf!” I say angrily.
He sees the rage in my eyes but continues to stare thoughtfully at the diamond. He must be drunk because he then decides to join me on the unstable rock bridge.
“Who deh ye think ye are? Dat is me diamond! Leave, damn it! Ye be a fat dwarf and ye are goin’ to make dis bridge fall!”
“I seed de diamond first so I going to go get it” He slurs all these words together, confirming my assumption that he is drunk. I approach the dwarf and punch him in the gut. He stumbles to the ground and asks me my name through gasps of breath.
“I be Tublin Greenhold, and if ye stay where ye stands my name will be de last words ye hear!” He looks me in the eye and I look at him, then he spits at the ground by my feet and leaves. I approach the diamond and carefully mine it out. I put it in my pocket but it falls out since my clothes are ragged and full of holes. The diamond plummets to the ground and I curse at the skies. It looks like I will be drinking my way to sleep tonight.
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 watch the man with the dagger approach the child. He looks drunk and but so does everyone at this tavern. The armed dwarf begins to interrogate the boy asking him senseless questions. I then saw the second dwarf take the small toy and throw it across the tavern. The boy’s parents seemed be absent.
“A boy dat young deserves to live but nobody stands up fer me so I’ll let em suffer,” I thought as I drank my ale. The armed dwarf grabbed the boy and positioned him so that his neck was exposed. He raised the knife and I realized I was about to witness a murder. I sipped my ale and turned away. The word “daddy” coming from the boy’s mouth had been drowned by the gurgling of the blood flooding his throat. I couldn’t look at the boy, it reminded me too much of my father. I took a large chug of my ale and walked outside where I angrily threw it against the tavern wall.
“Who am I to let a boy die? Meh mother would be ashamed of meh. Damn you father Urguan!” I screamed as I kicked a glass of ale that was lying on the ground. I stormed off to my house, trying to push the murder from my mind.
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:
“What be in dat ale? Poison?” I say, looking at the dwarf with uncertainty. I don’t trust strangers especially this one. He had a mischievous smirk on his face that seemed to hint that he was trying to rid of me.
“No. Why would I hurt a fellow dwarf?” I still don’t trust the way this dwarf is looking at me. I haven’t had an ale in over three hours so it would be nice to take a little drink break.
“Well give me deh ale and yeh better not be lying!” I say with force. I take the drink and tip it to my mouth but stop before the brown liquid can reach my mouth. I then dump the ale on the dwarf and throw the glass up against the wall.
“You lie! Try te kill meh again and I make sure dat dere glass is impaled in yer face!” The shattered glass shimmers like the diamonds that I have never possessed. He responds with cuss words as I turn my back to him but I don’t listen. It has been a long day in these caverns and the sight of ale has made me thirsty so I decide to head to the tavern. I am not a free-loader and I will never let life be handed to me.
Out-Of-Character Information
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: sean_desed
How old are you?: 17
Time-Zone: Est
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Na
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: One fof my friends told me
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/89212-sean-deseds-3rd-wood-elf-lotc-application/ http://www.lordofthehttp://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/87784-deniedsean-deseds-lotc-application/craft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/88050-sean-deseds-2nd-lotc-application/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yes
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Making/creating the character of your choice and living your life as that character.
Meta-gaming: Meta gaming is using outside info to improve your advantage in the game. Ex.- You get a text from your friend stating your city will be ambushed unexpectadly in 5 minutes.
Power-emoting: Using unfair advantages to gain skill or accomplish something. Ex.- John looks at Finrod with an evil look.
Finrod readies his longbow for fire.
John lunges at Finrod with his longsword and slices Finrods arms and head off before he can fire his arrow.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Finrod Lockwood
Current Age: 81
Sub-race (if any): Wood Elf
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):
Young Finrod was born a slightly poor child. He is an only child and his mother and father are farmers that provide food for the Malinor High-Guard. However the guards that pick up the food and deliver it don’t pay such a fair price to the family. They live in a small cottage outside the great city of Malinor. They own a lot of land but it is nearly all used for the farms. The property also has a large oak tree in the corner of the owned land nearby a decent size oak forest.
When young Finrod grew to his child ages, his family taught him home skills and also taught him lessons on how to read and write the elven language. As he progressed to speak fluently he did as told and asked for little. Then the day came when he decided that he wanted a treehouse. Finrod’s father would help him as soon as Finrod picked out a tree. Most of the trees did not suit him well enough, some were too flimsy, some were too dry. Then he went out to the further parts of the land and then his answer, right in front of him, the last tree to be thought of, the growing oak tree. Finrod gazed at it in such joy and he knew immediately that the oak was the answer. His father got the supplies and tool and a few days later, the great treehouse was ready to be enjoyed. For days Finrod was too busy to do anything but have fun in his treehouse.
Finrod, still not an adult, but in his teens got a job in the outer parts of the great city. He got a job as a baker and made and sold bread. On occasion he would make cakes and decorate them. He helped his family finacialy, but the business was failing slowly. He made some food and put them in carts and brought them to the great city of Malinor to try to boost sales for the bakery. This attempt of sales worked but he had to make long tiring trips up and over steep hills. Not to mention the cart can only hold so much bread and cakes. A few weeks later Malinor was unexpectedly attacked. A depression had started and many including Finrod lost their jobs. Finrod’s parents decided to teach him how to farm and he helped farm for the family and got his part of the job done.
At the age of 17 Finrod received a long bow and an empty quiver for his birthday. His father passed down his skill of crafting and taught him how to make arrows out of feathers and sticks. The quiver was then filled with arrows and at the base of his treehouse he set up a target to fire at. He figured out his own technique on how to aim and shoot his arrows. Then he decided that when he was old enough and trained enough he would join the Malinor High-Guard. He told his parents his idea, but his parents wouldn’t let him go. For the next couple years he trained and farmed.
When Finrod reached his 30’s he was offered an unknown high paying job by some random citizen. He accepted without caution, because he knew that his family and their property were threatened to be taken by the government. He was told to loot off of chests and take items from abandoned houses. Then when his boss realized that he was trusted enough he was given the order to rob and destroy a rich humans house. He found the described house then took all he could carry and put it into the cart. Before he left he layed down a burning torch on the man’s rug in the living room. The house was slowly engulfed in the flames, though he hadn’t noticed that the owner of the house was upstairs, he kept walking. He returned to his boss and gave him the items and received his money. Then walked home with his lump of money and he felt proud of himself. The next morning Finrod woke up to the sound of knocking on his front door. His boss was there with a note, Finrod took the note and his boss walked off casually. He read the note and it stated that a Sariant had died in the fire. His boss came back later and said that he was sorry to put him through that and left a large sack of Minas. Finrod informed his boss that he no longer wished to work for him anymore. He then proceeded to live his life training and practicing his skills. Years later he was no longer needed by his parents. He then settled off to the inner part of the great city of Malinor and progressed his dream to join the Malinor High-Guard.
Ambitions for the Future: Finrod wishes to join the Malinor High-Guard to protect the great city and the nation. Finrod also wishes to find a nice woman and start a relationship and family.
Personality: Comical, Brave, Kind-Hearted, Ambitios.
Skills: Good at archery, Green-Thumb (farming), Runs Long Distances, Not the best with a sword, Enjoys climbing, Good at building/crafting.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/1592746/elf/
Any other details you wish to share about your character:
Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older elves are mocking a small elven child. How do you react?
Answer: I walk up to them and stand in front of the child to block their vision to the child. The I tell the older elves a couple jokes to slightly take their mind off of what just happened. While doing that I nudge the child to go and find somewhere to sit. Then tell the men that they should be ashamed of themselves.
After scolding the older elves I go off to find the child and question him on what happened. I give him some food and water to confort him, confort him, then have a conversation with him. Once he feels better about what happened I send him off to go find his parents. Once he gets up and leaves I will do the same as he does and I will follow him at a respectful distance to make sure he gets where he needs to be.
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 rush to him and bring him to his feet and I ask if he is okay. I quickly pick up his coin and put them into the pouch where they were before and tie it closed. I hand it to the man and let him know that I didn’t take a single coin. I get his walking stick and hand it to him. Then I will walk with him to a nearby bench. Once he is seated I will give him some water and check to see if he is okay. Once he thinks he is rested enough to get back to walking I will point out store and shelters down the road. Then I will send him on his way.
3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved).
Answer: I walk to the cart to realize that I am low on arrows in my quiver. I ask the trader if he has any arrows. He looks back at the cart and pulls out a quiver of well-crafted arrows. He tells me to name a price and I tell him that I would like them cheap.
I offer a price of 10 Minas. The trader delcares that he would like 20 Minas for the arrows. I look into my pockets and realize that I only have 16 Minas. I tell him that I would like the arrows for 13 minas. The trader states 17. I compromise with him and we come up with 15 Minas for the arrows. He agree and I hand him the 15 Minas and in return I receive the well-crafted arrows. He lets me know that it was a pleasure doing business with me and I give him many thanks. I then walk off to fire a few practice shots at some trees.
[font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: SoulAura_
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone: GMT + 12.00 / NZT
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: A little bit in Garrys Mod and played RP games.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Minecraftforums
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: none
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): done
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: putting yourself in a fictional world and you play as a fictional character with different skills, traits, history etc
Meta-gaming: using info out of the game to gain a unfair advantage over one. Which makes RPing useless
Power-emoting: using words or actions over the other player
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Aathun Talos
Current Age: 23
Sub-race (if any): Northerener
Past /[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]History[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]([/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]include childhood[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif],[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] major[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]-[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]events[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif],[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] etc[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif].[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]2[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]+[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] paragraphs [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]long[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]):[/font][/font]
Aathun was born in Ildiciato Esmeralda and knight Arhik. Aathun quickly learnt to chop wood effectively at a early age from his father so he could earn money for his family. At age of 7 he began training with his father but spent most of his training time alone since Arhik was on duty at Arethor. When Arhik was returning home from duty he was ambushed by a raiding party. He managed to stop them but disappeared soon after. This deeply saddened his mother and Aathun. Esmeralda nearly hanged herself but Aathun stopped her from doing so, and he promises her to find his father and to protect her. During a delivery to Ager, they encountered a poison fog and Esmeralda was caught in it, and she became ill. Aathun took up a lumberjack job to feed himself and his mother. After the fall of Asulon, they moved to Kingston in Anthos to start a new life and so Aathun could join a house that his dad had connections to, House Valkrae. Esmeralda recover from the illness and sets up a tailor to earn money. Aathun soon discovers his father works in a blacksmith and reunites with him. Aathun finds his true ambition to purify the world from evil.
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[font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Personality[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]: A nice, humble and brave being, becomes enraged when loved ones are hurt, never gives up.[/font][/font]
[font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Skills[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]: Sword fighting, Lumbering, basic blacksmith, basic tailoring [/font][/font]
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[font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]1.[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Whilst[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]in[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] the mighty human capital you notice a dark[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]-[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Emperor[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]’[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]s palace [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]-[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] he [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]is[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] clearly up to [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]no[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] good[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif].[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]There[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] are guards within shouting distance [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]-[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] what [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]do[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]you [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]do[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]?[/font][/font]
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Aathun: Guards! Guaaaards!
Guard: Yes adventurer?
Aathun: there's a cloaked figure in the distance sneaking in to the castle! You need to stop him!
Guard: I'll tell the other guards then, you can go follow him.
Aathun: fine.
As Aathun follows the figure he finds himself in the throne room where he confronts him.
Aathun: Reveal yourself scum![/font][/font]
Figure: What do you want?
Aathun: Why are you in this room?
Figure: Its none of your damn business, now go away or you shall pay!
Aathun: Surrender yourself, or YOU shall pay!
As he wield his sword guards quickly appear and surround him.
He then gets taken away.
Figure: Curse you! You will be found, and when you do, you shall pay!
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Aathun sneaks up behind one of the bandits and slashes his throat and quickly jumps in front of the elder to protect him.
Aathun: Get away from this poor elderly, you scum!
Bandit: Run, from you? You don't look strong at all! I bet a kid could kill you!
Aathun: Have you seen your dead friend over there? You will end up just like him in a minute!
Bandit: Okay, fine, fine! Here, have my money and nothing had happened between us and the old man!
Aathun: I don't accept your blood money, now you shall die!
Aathun lunges into the bandit, slowly killing him.[/font][/font]
[font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]3.[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]You[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] are standing within the mighty human capital [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]when[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif].[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]You[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] approach the stall [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]and[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] notice that the man [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]is[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] selling a variety of general goods [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]-[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] he says that he[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]is[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] selling just about anything [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]and[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] that he has [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]no[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]set[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] prices[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif].[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]He[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]is[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] willing to allow you to haggle [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]and[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] choose prices[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif].[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]What[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]do[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] you [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]do[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]?[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]([/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Explain[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]:[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-seri
f][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] your haggling[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif],[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] items of choice [/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]and[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif] the discussion that happens[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]).[/font][/font]
[font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]Answer[/font][/font][font=helvetica, arial, sans-serif][font=Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif]: " I want the nice longsword there, I've got... uhm, 30 bronze coins" Aathun said to the merchant
" Are you trying to rip me off sir?" the merchant spoke
" No, I'm just a poor adventurer trying to best the best in the empire, but i cannot do that if i don't have a proper weapon. I'll give you 80 bronze for it." Aathun pleaded.
" How about 3 silver?" the merchant quickly replied.
" Maybe 1 silver? "
" Maybe 1 silver and 30 bronze?" said the merchant.
" If that's the best deal you can give me, then deal! "
" It's pleasure doing business with you, adventurer! "[/font][/font]
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: TheWholeTaco
How old are you?: 14 (technically 13, but my birthday is June 4th)
Time-Zone: Mountain Time
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have role-played on many servers, though they didn't suit my needs. I have also role-played in various games such as WarCraft 3, WoW, Roblox (when I was younger), and DDO.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I had been browsing the Minecraft Forums looking for role-play servers that looked nice. This was a while ago, as I was twelve at the time based on looking at my previous application which was denied because I wanted to be a villain and must have forgotten my personal definition of role-playing. I've taken so long to reapply because I was kind of angry, as I thought villainy would be rather fun at the time.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/29554-thewholetaco-whitelist-app/?hl=thewholetaco
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, but I am kind of confused as to how everything connects, and could possibly use a bit more information.
[b]Definitions[/b]
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role-playing is somewhat like pretending you are someone else, acting as they would in certain situations that you as yourself might act in differently. You become the created character, and you take in the essence of this character, using only the character's knowledge and abilities, not those of your own.
Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is like playing god in a minor way. You use information that should be unknown to your character and make your character overpowered.
Power-emoting: Power-emoting is when you don't really give another player a chance to react to your actions, and you force them to comply. I'm going to use my friend's name here as an example. *TheWholeTaco attacks and kills DoubleWhim*.
[b]In-Character Information:[/b]
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Talen Larkingson
Current Age: 29
Sub-race (if any): Southeron
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Talen was born in a small village near Ager. His father, Geran, worked as a hunter, and his mother, Tilna, a tailor. They owned a small cottage a quarter-mile away from the rest of the village, and it was here that his mother worked. As a young boy, Talen helped his mother with her work. When he grew to a certain age, his father began to teach him the ways of hunters. He was taught to shoot a bow, build a shelter, gather food, and track animals. When Talen showed that he was ready to go hunting, his father took him on nearly every hunting trip. Between trips, Talen would take his mother’s goods and his own meat to sell. It was here he met his friend, Durk.
One day, they learned that Tilna was with child. Hunting trips became fewer, and far between as the day of birth came closer. Finally it came. Tilna gave birth to a baby boy, but before she could name him, she passed away. His father, struck by loss, named him Tarran, but the infant died of unkown causes a few weeks later. Talen, also filled with grief, searched for solitude on hunting trips. One night, he happened upon a brutally mutilated cow, and he knew that no hunter had done this. He heard footsteps behind him, and a low moan. As he turned, he recognized that it was a zombie. It was advancing towards him. Horrified and disgusted by the undead creature, he drew back an arrow and released. The arrow was well placed, and it killed the monster instantly. Looking at the creature lying dead on the ground, Talen realized it was time for him to return home. He was fourteen at the time.
A few years had passed, and Talen and his father learned to cope with their loss. As Geran grew older, he relied on his child more and more with each year. Soon, he was unable to go hunting. Talen was forced to go alone. After a three day long trip, Talen returned to find his door battered and lying on the ground. He went inside to check on his father, and instantly knew what had happened. A horrid stench was in the air, and dry blood smeared all over the floor. A zombie had attacked his poor, defenseless father, probably in his sleep. Filled with rage and grief, Talen ran off to find solitude once again. He swore to kill every zombie he ever happened upon.
Months later, Talen, finally seeking comfort, went down to the village. A beautiful young woman named Felicia had caught his eye. He had known her his whole life, but he had never noticed her beauty! Little did he know, Felicia had wanted him for years, and had been trying to get him to notice her every day she saw him. They got married, and lived in Talen’s cottage. Two years later, Felicia was pregnant. Talen stopped his hunting trips completely, and worked to be sure that Felicia would survive. Despite his efforts though, Felicia died giving birth to a son. He named him Geran, after his father, and knew then that he would never be safe. Talen believed that no matter what, those he loved would die. He believed that if he were to stay with his son, Geran would surely die. That night, he gave the infant to Durk and left, knowing that Durk would take care of him.
Nine years passed since the death of Felicia. Talen remains a hunter, though he hunts for both beasts and monsters. He never stays in one place long enough to become attached to anyone, but it would not matter, as his ability to love had diminished. He still felt love for Geran though, and every night he thought about how his son fared with Durk. He thought about visiting, but always decided against it. The only way his son would be safe is if he was gone in Talen’s mind, and he kept wandering, hunting, and hoping that he was right.
Ambitions for the Future:[/b] The thing Talen wants most in the world is to have his son, Geran, to live long and to be happy. He also wants to help eradicate the Undead, to avenge his father.
Personality:[/b] Talen is a reclusive man, and does not interact with others very often, unless they are in need or buying from him. His ability to love others has diminished greatly, and he is a somber man at times. Although his ability to love has diminished, other emotions have not. He still feels happiness, and anger, and everything else, but sorrow is the greatest of his emotions. He greatly despises Undead, and will do whatever he can to eradicate them.
Skills:[/b] Talen is an adept at archery and with a blade, is agile, and can track animals and monsters. He does not like to wear armor, but if he has to he will wear leather.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] Talen wears a simple white button shirt, with a green cloak on top. The shirt is made of wool, and the cloak of rough cloth. The hood of his cloak is usually kept up. The cloak is small on him, for it was made when he was but a child. His trousers are made of leather, and he has a belt with an iron buckle holding it up. A knife is secured on his belt. His boots are also made of leather, and are very rough from years of tavel. One of his eyes is blue, while the other is green. His mouth is a little off to the side, and affects his speech with certain words. Talen's hair is orange, and has dirt mixed up in some places. He keeps it short with his knife. He stands at about 6 feet tall and is somewhat skinny. His cloak was made for him by his mother, who passed away while Talen was young. The cloak is the only thing he has to remind him of his mother. [IMG]http://i.imgur.com/iIlnBLt.png[/IMG] [IMG]http://i.imgur.com/T83Dlcx.png[/IMG]
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b]
[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: *thinking* That man is highly suspicious. I wonder what he is up to. *examines him, assessing his physique and weaponry* Perhaps I should inform the guards. *sprints to the nearest guard, watching the man with every step* “Guard, there is a man heading to the palace. He looks like one of those sneaky types, and he seems to be trying to move stealthily. He is right over-“ *the man is gone* “He has disappeared! I do not think his intentions are benevolent.” *guard nods and begins to take action* *guard* “Thank you for your information. He will be apprehended.” *thinking* I hope that is true. I wish I could help, but alas, this is the duty of the guards. I will continue to sell my goods. *proceeds to go sell meat and other products of his hunts*
[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: *thinking* That man is in no condition to fight, I must help him! *proceeds to sneak behind the bandits, though one hears him and turns around* “Oi, you! Whaddya think ye’re doin?” *Talen* “Leave him be.” *the bandit who turned around tells the other to watch the old man as he moves, menacingly, towards Talen* “I do not wish to fight. Leave him be.” “He owes us his money! I think that once he pays up, mebbe then we’re to leave ‘im. What’re ye gon do bout it?” *Talen draws his longsword and assumes a defensive position* “I will slay you. Leave him be.” *the bandit quickens his pace, and charges at Talen, sword raised, only to find that Talen is nowhere to be seen. Talen sneaks up behind the bandit and swings at his side. The bandit, not expecting a hit from behind, loses his balance and stumbles. Talen uses this to his advantage, swinging low at the bandit’s legs, scoring a minor hit on his thigh. The bandit regains his balance and swings back at Talen, his arm fully guided by rage. Talen manages to parry the attack, but the force of the blow was great and he retreats a step, only to find a second bandit behind him, preparing to chop his head off. Instinct tells him to duck, and the blade of the second bandit missed by half an inch. The old man watches as his would-be savior is quickly assaulted by the two bandits, somehow managing to survive. The bandits do not know how to coordinate their attacks, and Talen uses this to his advantage. One of the bandits takes a step close to Talen, expecting to finish him off, but the hunter parries and counter-attacks, knocking the bandit unconscious. Only the wounded bandit remains. Seeing his fallen comrade, the bandit roars with rage, and swings his blade with all is might. Talen manages to keep parrying, but the effort is taking its toll. The bandit begins to tire from the effort, and slows down as he launches a high overhead strike. Talen takes advantage of his opponent’s fatigue, and grabs the bandit’s wrist, pulling him closer and stabs his sword into the bandits armpit. The bandit slumps over, dead.* “You are safe.” *the old man is grateful* “Oh, thank you! Thank you very much! Come, come and eat!” *Talen smiles* “Thank you, sir.” *they proceed to eat inside the man’s cottage*
[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: “Do you sell arrows, possibly some string?” *the man nods* “Yes, I have both these things. What will you pay?” “I will pay 20 minas for 64 arrows, and 10 minas for 6 string. Do you accept my offer?” “25 minas for 64 arrows, and 12 minas for the six string.” “So you will charge me for the price of raw iron for simple flint arrows? 20 minas.” “You drive a hard bargain. I will make you a special deal. Give me 26 minas for the arrows then, and you will receive your string for 1 mina.” *Talen considers the offer* “Deal. But make it double.” *Talen pulls out his coin purse, shakes some coins out, and counts out 54 minas, then hands them to the man, who secures the arrows and string in a small sack and gives them to Talen* “Thank you for the arrows.” “No, thank you for your business! Now, may I ask what brings you here to the capital searching for such items? You do not look like any archers I have seen.” *Talen smiles and replies* “I am a hunter. I’ve come to the capital to sell my rewards of the hunt and to restock my supplies. Food is no issue, but I highly value having these arrows and the string to repair my bow.” “Well, I am glad to be helpful to you. Goodbye now, may you prosper in the hunt!” *Talen leaves the area around the stall and goes to find an inn to stay the night*