Application 4: Jallentime

[Old-Rattlesnake 1534]

Out-Of-Character:

-Minecraft Account Name: Jallentime

-How old are you?: 16

-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Pacific, United States

-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes.

-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am a high school student from Eastern Kentucky. I am very used to roleplaying as I was a guild leader in World of Warcraft back in the day.

-How much time could you be on the server weekly?: A couple of hours every day at least.

-How long have you played minecraft?: One year

-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Roleplaying is acting the part of someone you are not, usually in a fantasy sense. I have extensive experience of roleplaying from my days of World of Warcraft, fulfilling the role of a Guild leader.

-What do you expect this server will be like?: A vast fantasy community with an ongoing history and events that shape it happen every day.

-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I have slight experience on another small creative building server, I left because Lord of the Craft seems more entertaining.

-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: Yes and yes, especially with the lore.

-Name the 4 races on this server: Orc, Undead, Elf, Human, Dwarf

-How did you hear about us?: I was recommended to join by my friend Darkangill.

-Did you vote?: Yes.

-What was your favourite Law?: Making sure it is a RP environment.

-What was your least favourite Law?: They all seem very necessary and reasonable.

-What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name? Jallentime

In-Character:

-Character Name: Delaselva

-What is your Race?: Elf

-Lordofthecraft.net/forum forum account: Jallentime

-Biography: My parents were freelance farmers out in the countryside, where we lived in a small homestead growing wheat and melons and selling them to the town and passersby. One dark and ill-fated night while I was laying in bed reading a book of folktales my father had bought me earlier that week we began to feel the earth tremble and quake beneath our feet. My father ran to the window with his sword, while my mother ran into my room and snatched me from my bed. I held my book close to me while I clung to my mothers leg. I could see my father's eyes sink into his face, as if he was aging before my very eyes. I called out to him as if to bring him back to the present, and he simply stared at me with a look of hot anger in his eyes and shouted at us, "Run as fast as you can my loves, weave through the trees, and seek shelter!" My mother ran over to him to give him a farewell embrace, but he shoved her aside as he broke down the door and ran into the fields screaming in a tongue unknown to me. This was the last time I saw my father. My mother snatched me in an instant and carried me as quick as the wind into the night. It was very cold that night, lightning echoed throughout the skies even though the stars shone as bright as ever. That was twenty years ago.

Me and my mother had taken refuge in the wilderness in a small cottage my father built many years ago where we hired ourselves out as farm aids and such. I used all of the money I had to buy a as many books as I could on the subject of the undead, whom I believe to be behind my fathers death. However my blame of the undead on my fathers death turned to doubt after realizing there were never any undead attacks near our farm. My studies became purely academic at that point and while I stayed up late at night reading on them, my fathers death faded out of my mind. Our time of freelancing aid came to an end when bandits raided our home last summer, and my mother died of pneumonia that winter, leaving me alone in the world to try and find a purpose.

-Character Age: 25

-Character Appearance: He wears a dark black robe with a light-blue trim that he found on the forgotten corpse of a slain undead in the wilderness. He has modified it to his own style in an attempt to feel closer to the undead he is so curious about.

-Character Personality: A skittish and shy but very kind and caring individual to his friends and allies, a gentleman to the ladies, but suffers from occasional bouts of depression and a somewhat controlled PTSD.

-Your ambitions: To one day use his knowledge of the Undead to strike a crippling blow to them, and to one day build a large tower filled with academic books so that he may spread his knowledge to his fellow man.

-Can your character read or write?: He can read and write exceptionally well.

-Can your character mine?: He can swing a pick if he is in a good mood, but will often pay for assistance.

-Are you a capable builder? He is a basic architect with Cobblestone structures and towers.

-Can you wield a sword?: When he is angry enough Delaselva shows the same willingness to face impossible odds with no chance of success as that of his father.

-Enjoy Farming?: Enough to get by, being raised on a farm helps.

-Does your character have any special skills?:] None.

-A screenshot of your skin:

-Other Information: I strongly believe my biography goes over my characters history, even if those 20 years afterwards were not very interesting.

[Slayer15855 3]

Accepted.