Minecraft Account Name:
How old are you?:
16, I’ll be turning seventeen in November.
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:
Eastern Standard Time. United States of America,
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:
Yes, my grammar skills are efficient. I have been studying English composition for over four years now to; hopefully, improve my writing skills so that I will might be able to become a novelist.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:
Yes, I have been a part of two other role-play servers however, they weren’t as…intense as this server.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:
Yes, I have. I have reviewed the rules and plan to review it in the future if I have any questions or uncertainties.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:
I heard about this server from my friend who I have played with on another roleplay server. He told me that this server was a hardcore RP server which was something I had been looking for a while. He gave me a few links to the lore (mostly races and history) and I was instantly interested.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here:http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r-100-unique-gameplay/!:
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:
Role-play is the act of becoming an imaginary character that you make real by personifying and acting out their created personality, behaviors and thoughts as they would; Role-play is best done when the person acts as their character would solely, without the restraint of their personal feelings.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:
Metagaming is, to the most of my knowledge, using information in role-play that you usually would not have. An example would be using information gained on the forums or said in OOC to aid yourself in the future while roleplaying.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:
Power emoting is when someone makes their character irrationally strong or powerful. This can be in essentially every sense: a person who is smarter than everyone else, more politically powerful. I see power emoting as someone who role-plays and makes their character the “best” at something without giving themselves the possibility of being defeated.
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:
Lorei is a young Kha’ Cheetrah. She is curious by nature and an eager learner. However, she fears making mistakes and shaming her associates and fellow Kharajyrs (strangers and non-Kharajyrs are ignored for the most part). As a kitten, Lorei has been independent and filled with potential and wild dreams. She would talk her parents to death about her ambitions and wild imaginative stories.
Now, she wants to take hold of her previous stories and use them to entertain the public, she wants to become a writer. More than that, she wants to explore the lands of Asulon to fuel her imagination and teach herself the ways of others. Despite wanting to be knowledgeable about all cultures and people, she lacks the tact to restrain her tongue from what might be offensive to others. She never truly means any harm; it’s just that she doesn’t see the wrong in saying what is on her mind at that moment.
What are your characters ambitions?:
To explore the cultures of others and enlighten others with the fictional and true tales of the world as she views it. She would love to have a stable bookstore of some sort but because she is just beginning she is fine being something similar to a traveling merchant.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:
Despite being seemingly lighthearted, she is just as proud as other Kharajyrs about her culture. She does not take advice well from others, especially those she sees as outsiders. These people might not exactly be Kharajyrs but people who have proven their loyalty to her as friends.
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?
I inhale deeply, closing my eyes as a stretch shortly in the middle of the road. It felt good to be with people again even if they were human and seemed to be in permanent shock at seeing a Kharajyr in one of their towns. I exhale, moving to the side of the busy road as people bump and weave past me. As I move to the left, I see the stalls of merchants calling to the people passing by, most with little luck.
I watch their lobbying for a moment with small amusement, idle jealousy and sympathy welling up inside of me before I too begin moving again, intending on ignoring them all like the humans in front of me had. However, as I pass the last meager looking stall the dwarven man inside catches my eye.
He is sturdy looking, eyes brown and filled with hope and determination. As he sees me stop, he motions toward me and I slowly come toward him.
“Say,” The dwarf begins. “It ain’ oft’n I see a cat won’r so far aw’e from ‘ome.”
The dwarf then smiles, his teeth slightly colored and broken. The insult wasn’t meant, so I let the fact he called me a cat go and give him a small smile back.
“I am a traveler as well, I also thought of being a merchant but, uh,” I think quickly, eyeing the knick-knacks and gems he has scattered around. “I don’t have that much to my name as of right now.”
The dwarf hums and leans back on his stool. He sighs as he looks past me, eyes scanning for any possible customers before he chuckles and gestures to the stool on the outside of his stand.
“I dun’ think I’ll ‘e avin’ any buy’rs. Why ‘ont we ‘ave a chat?”
I smile, eager to come into the shade as I sit and wait for the dwarf to speak.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?
The night air is warm but there is a persistent breeze that chills my fur as I continue on the worn, dirt path. As I continue, I let out a yawn. I have been ready to rest for a while now, but there haven’t been any inns or friendly people eager to share their camp with a wandering soul. I shake my head, trying to clear myself of the drowsy haze and I nearly bite my tongue as an threatening growl cuts through the once calm silence of the night.
I feel my fur raise slightly in apprehension as I, despite the nagging feeling that I should be running the opposite way—where it would undoubtedly be safer—I continue on, paws stiffly sifting through the dirt.
The sight that I come to almost makes me obey my instinctual cowardice; an orc was snarling at a tremblign dwarf who seemed to be muttering frightened phrases to the angry beast. I pause, wondering what I could do in this situation, I wasn’t a fighter—I couldn’t scare the beast away—I would only make the orc angrier if I tried to speak with it. Was there anything I could do?
I sigh, shaking my head at my own worthlessness as I step into the moonlight and into the vision of both figures.
“Oh, thank ya—Kharajyr woman, please help me. This, this--!”
The orc lets out a savage noise, effectively silencing the dwarf. “Dwarf stole. Dwarf return or be punish.”
My eyes narrow as I quickly see what is going on. “This dwarf stole from you, or a
dwarf stole from you?”
The orc snorts, turning back to the dwarf who backs hard into the trunk of the tree behind him. The weakness of the dwarf is…confusing. This particular dwarf seems strange and suspicious but she decides to help the man anyway.
“Orc,” Said creature turns to look at me testily. “I will give you all the gold that is in this bag if you let this thief go, deal?” I throw one of my heaviest satchels at the beast who catches it with greedy glee, about to open it.
“Ah, you mustn’t open it.” I say, calmly. “If you do, the gold inside with turn into nothing but rocks. You must be careful. Go, hurry home before the magic turns back on itself!”
The orc lets out a grunt and turns to run into the darkness, excitedly panting at its treasure.
The dwarf I saved sighs and sinks down the trunk until he hits the ground. “I never knew Kharajyrs can learn magic…”
“I’m sure there are some that can,” I respond quickly. “I can’t, the satchel was filled with rocks to begin with. If we are lucky the brute will listen and won’t find out the truth until we are far gone…”
The dwarf lets out an uneasy chuckle as I turn and stare at the shifting nature and run down pile the charging orc created.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick, looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenseless man. What does your character do?:
The old man is fragile and weak, making so many questions appear in my mind. Where is this man’s family? Why is he walking alone? Where are the men that should be protecting their grandfather? As the man’s walking stick breaks, I wonder why he hasn’t been robbed yet, especially with the many coins that he had with him.
I swallow with a bit of difficulty, jealousy and temptation making my movements a bit slow. This man…he is weak. I should be able to take what I want and run away before he would even realize what had happened. But then I look at his face and I see that his wise and knowing eyes have locked onto my face.
, I think, this is a trap. The man’s eyes show that he knows what I was thinking…that he expects me to steal from him. I won’t. I won’t prove him right.
I grit my teeth, force myself to stop in front of him and yank the man to his feet. He lets out a startled and shocked yelp, inhaling sharply as I move away from him and scoop the Minas quickly into my hands, throw the coins into his dropped bag and toss the untied pouch at him again.
Without even speaking to the man, I pass him up and begin walking again. That man probably got his fortune by setting up unfortunate and desperate travelers and taking the reward for turning in thieves. I let out a strangled noise, upset by the injustice of the act.
As I finger the few coins in my satchel, I reason with myself. It wouldn’t have been fair if I let him have all of his Minas back, especially if it belonged to those who wouldn’t have stolen had he not provoked them
. I nod, satisfied in the logic of my thievery as I continue to travel.