Amelia Ambrose (Milissa)

[milissa 0]

Out-Of-Character:

-Minecraft Account Name:

milissa

-How old are you?:

16

-Time-Zone/Country of Residence:

CST

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

Yes.

-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:

I am a 16 year old girl that could be described as quirky, loveable, and comedic. I play tuba and 16 other instruments, and I am quite artsy fartsy.

-How much time could you be on the server weekly?:

Around 2-3 hours or more a night.

-How long have you played minecraft?:

Over a year.

-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?:

I am an avid roleplayer, roleplaying since around 2002 via text based roleplays. I also was a large part of the Lands of Navia roleplaying project.

-What do you expect this server will be like?:

I expect it to be fun and friendly with roleplaying to be done!

-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:

Circle of magi - After being a prominent leader, sexism forced me to step down

Other various servers ---

-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?:

Yes and yes.

-Name the 4 races on this server.

dwarven

orc

elves

human

-How did you hear about us?:

Word of mouth

-Did you vote?:

Yes.

-What was your favourite Law?:

The anti-griefing.

-What was your least favourite Law?:

NO rp killing without villian app.

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

milissa

In-Character:

-Character Name:

Amelia Ambrose

-What is your Race?:

Elven

-Lordofthecraft.net/forum forum account:

lordofthecraft.net/forum milissa

-Biography:

Mystical, magical, card tricks they said, as her father fooled the countless numbers of visitors to their local towns fair. A sausage stand emancipated its juicy smells along with the roasted nuts, that's smell reminded everyone of a quiet Christmas evening at home with the family. The smells wafted through the air, tickling the nostrils of everyone in the area with its sharp, soothing scent. In the distance, A calm, young woman with youthful features, brown hair with a ribbon in it, lay to the side of her father, pressed against the fountain and displaying a look of wishing to leave. She looks old enough to take care of herself, by her rolled eyes, and by wasting potential, anyone could tell this was a case of 'overprotective parent'. The girl reads a book of her fathers on 'Magery and Alchemy". She flips through the year-stained pages, careful not to let one of them break, with great amusement and interest. She'd been interested in being a REAL magician since her youth, not a scam like her father was.

It seemed she was quite lonely, until a shady figure came up beside

From any other perspective, you could see the shady character creeping up upon her. Iron ingot in hand, he quietly comes to the girl and asks her a question. She tugged on her light purple robe as she looked up. BAM! A cold hard surface had hit her, and she was out cold. This was all she could remember. Her slightly balding, brunette father had always loved to be the 'trickster', or the jester of the town. She could have sworn that 'he got her nose' a million times, as a kid. But as she grew up, it became quite bothersome. He'd try his 'tricks' on her friends, which they did NOT find bemusing, and usually resulted with a line of rolled eyes. Some times he could show some cool illusions, but there certainly was no magic going on in here. Regardless, he had studied it in school, and had bought the books (thus keeping them in the house) and she decided to take advantage of these, studying and analyzing their every word that lay on the printed page. Her father could trick even the most clever fellows, but sometimes the shady figures did not like being proved wrong, and they would get in her father and hers face. Other than that, for some reason, there was not much that she remembered of her mother except for her warm, welcoming, caramel eyes that she passed on to her daughter, which now proudly displayed themselves on her fair skinned face. The very last movement she saw was a swinging piece of iron as her father did a trick, which was usual because of his use of shammy props (Didn't make too much money with magic tricks these days.) But now, she had waken up in the middle of a brushy woods somewhere, noticing her father no where to be found. It was night, and the eerie sense of death lurked upon the grass she lay on. "What happened?" She thought to herself nervously. "Am I--kidnapped? Oh m'lord let it be not so...."

She looked around in a hurry, heart rate increasing, and nearly knocking herself over into the nearby lake, and shouted out, "Father?"

She waited a few seconds, as to hear her response.

And the wind whispered back with a cold enchanting chill.

-Character Age:

19

-Character Appearance:

Youthful, innocent look. Beautiful thick, wavy hair and auburn eyes.

-Character Personality:

Moody : Gloomy. Perfectionist.

motto : Always overestimate travel time by 15 percent.

-Your ambitions:

To survive with her skills and knowledge.

To find a love.

To be in love and have it returned.

-Can your character read or write?:

Both.

-Can your character mine?:

A little bit, yes.

-Are you a capable builder?

Yes.

-Can you wield a sword?:

I can, but I'd rather use a spell.

-Enjoy Farming?:

In my garden.

-Does your character have any special skills?:]

Her magery varies.

-A screenshot of your skin:

(im using yours)

-Other Information:

Cant wait

[milissa 0]

Bump

[Neri 3590]

Try fixing the bold tags in the second half of your app. Presentation goes a long way!