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((So confused... Now looking at it, it seems a response to Thomas's and not mine?))

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We work like a council here at TMTG I am the Spokesmen/Guild leader but for decisions like new members we all taking into account various aspects beyond your app. Josh has made helpful suggestions in his reply but he has not accepted, denied or notified the rest of us for the discussion that is now taking place about your app. You will know if you are denied or accepted.

Now things are serious now. I am going to post this PM on the main thread now as well for w/e sakes

Notice when I said things are "Serious", I used the word 'Now' at the begging and end of the sentence. Shows how "foot down" I am about this topic.

Another conversation with another player who plans to apply

Feranhir: Would it be possible to apply for the Master Thieves Guild without a 1 and 2a initially (working on my VA)?

Dash_Rogers: Okay thanks, i'll work on that first.

Feranhir: but is only a 1a needed or a 2a also?

Dash_Rogers: At the very least, all you need is the thievery. I prefer that as well.

Feranhir: I've had my VA posted for a few days now, I think around 4-5, should I apply now and say that I am waiting for my acceptance/denial of the VA to occur and leave a link to the VA or what should I do. http://www.lordofthe...nhirs-first-va/

^ The proof that my VA has been posted and such.

Dash_Rogers: That works perfectly fine. We will not accept you till the VA is done so your App will be dusty, and we may have our decision already, but we wont tell you. Maybe we will tell you if you are denied but that's just so you can get on with your life.

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MC Name:

541

Why do you want to join?:

I wish to join because I like the style of RP that is associated with stealing and also prefer the entire guild dynamic as it alleviates some of the stress involved with playing as a rogue character with no close friends and no one to help you out when you're in a jiffy.

How will you provide the guild and the LOTC community with a great RP experience?

I like to entertain myself with the thought that I am fairly decent at RP and like to take a light hearted and playful spin on the everyday RP that I provide for those I find myself around.

What do you think are vital in RP? (I.e Emotes, RP fights over MC fights etc)

In RP I find that emotes are some of the most powerful tools at your disposal. A simple emote can turn the sentence "Well, that was fun" into much more, saying the same thing with your characters actions: Feranhir pulls his hood off slightly, revealing his face, a slight smirk visible with a possible gleam in his eye. Also I prefer the RP fighting variety as it is much more fun than the usual spam click and provides helpful when you don't have 250 FPS and are able to load and see the entire map in any direction.

To break the Guild laws, or the Server laws is instant banishment unless in a specific circumstance where you are offered an appeal form by the Guild, do you understand this?

Well, there is a possibility that I don't understand this and am lying but I believe I do understand.

VA In progress of becoming under review: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/64738-unread-32-feranhirs-first-va/

[Character Questions]

RP name: Feranhir Reldin

Biography:

Feranhir was raised by his mother in Laurelin years before the fall of Aegis. His father devoted most of his time to the college, staying there for extensive amounts of time, never writing or visiting. As Feranhir grew he was left without any fatherly figures, no one to look up to, no one to guide him. Needless to say he began getting into small troubles at first, an occasional broken window here, a missing mina or two there; but eventually it escalated into more. He began spending my time with a slightly older group of elven children, with this new family he began learning the ins and outs of petty theft, what to do and what not to. Times were good during these few years and he became more adventurous, learning how to pick locks, testing his luck with a sword, and becoming more and more reckless. One day Feranhir decided he was going to make a bit of money, he was to rob his neighbor as they were out. He picked the lock to their house and stole a small necklace which he began wearing around his neck as a trophy of sorts. When word got out needless to say he was caught and his mother in an outrage sent him to his father at the college where he discovered a love for learning. Feranhir spent few years at the college in contrast to its age, studying everything, yet absorbing little information, spending all his time reading, second to none.

Feranhir was changed, a new elf. No longer did he steal, no longer did he cause any troubles. He was a model citizen. Feranhir went back home to his mother in Laurelin, eager to tell her of his newfound yet limited knowledge that he had gained and his achievements. Entering his house he found his mother, pale, smelling of rotten flesh and on the verge of death. Noticing these things he ran out of his house searching for someone who could save his ailing mother. Upon searching he came upon a poorly equipped man of healing who had barely any knowledge of healing though he managed to diagnose the issue. The words haunt him to this day, “it’s Grish, she doesn’t have long”. He spent the next weeks doing all he could to save his mother. In the end it wasn’t enough, she died not a month after his arrival from home. Feranhir spent the rest of his time in Aegis just living, no joy and no fun. When the undead came he stayed in Laurelin, receiving word later that his father was killed shortly after the undead returning. Eventually Asulon was found and Feranhir set off to the wilds. Emerging 40 years later In Malinor.

Feranhir’s first days in Malinor shaped his short career as a Sentinel. On his first day in Malinor a group of orcs tried taking the Sentinels barracks, watching closely he relayed information of the orcs whereabouts in the city to the Sentinels and soon after found himself joining them. As an Initiate in the Sentinels Feranhir found himself doing odd jobs for his superiors; cleaning the barracks, going out to cleanse Elandriel of spiders and other assorted monsters and generally arresting people when necessary and escorting people out if they were causing a disturbance. During this time Feranhir found himself wandering the wilds, eyeing each chest with increasing interest but leaving them alone. Days blew by in the guard. Things were generally peaceful in Malinor and he reveled in it. Taking increasingly longer and more and more trips to the wilds, coming back with more experience in hand to hand combat and always with a considerably heavier coin purse. After a year of this Feranhir was promoted to scout and found himself with more time to himself. In his free time he began thinking. He wasn’t a tactician but he could hone his skills. Feranhir in his spare time began listening to conversations, staying hidden, inconspicuous or joining in on the conversation himself. He picked locks to hear what was kept secret at day and climbed to get a better vantage. All in all information began his new stock and trade. Things went on like this for a while, Feranhir daily perfecting his skills, trying to adjust his short fallings. Then the Sentinels disbanded and Feranhir was left without a job, now having to pay tax for his home while lacking the coin needed to do such. He travelled to cities searching for work, not requiring the skills needed to make a living these days he found himself frustrated and thinking. He paced for a few hours, back and forth, rhythmic yet not calming; always thinking of the dilemmas that plagued him in this new day when a thought popped into his head. “I’ll take what I need” he thought to himself and mentally he began a list. “I’m an ex-guard” he would chuckle to himself “who would suspect someone who protected the populace? I’ll never be suspected!” Content with these thoughts he set to work, arming himself with the tools he would need, a hood of course a sword for defense, maybe a bow just in case. Feranhir content with his plan set to work. He successfully did some petty theft, managing to pay his bills and his way. After each heist he became more arrogant, coming up with his self worth which he will use for the rest of his life. He eventually stopped his petty theft and settled into this new persona, reinventing himself through crime.

Personality:

Feranhir is a relatively light-hearted person who enjoys the fun parts of life and plots through the bad. He generally is an adrenaline junky who likes the thrill of pursuit and the thought of evading capture by his foes. He also for some reason believes sharing food is a great way to solve arguments.

Motives:

Feranhir has a few motives to steal. One is thrills. would you rather be a bartender, selling smoked beef and mead to anyone with a few mina or a thief, stalking the shadows, becoming one with your skills (and the coin).

Aspirations:

Feranhir aspires to lead his life to the best of his abilities.

[Open Response. Answer all questions]

You notice a rich foreign merchant in the markets browsing wares such as jewellery, weaponry and armor. You notice a stall owner has just walked away from his stall for a few moments, several guards are patrolling the area, the merchant walks towards the stall to browse its wares. To the North is a sewer grate you could escape through, though the guards seem to be patrolling it more than usual. How will you pull off this thievery?

I glimpse toward the coin in my hand and then to the market where the merchant I have been following for the past few hours decided to set up shop and I put away my coin into my left pocket while pulling my hood up more to shade my face. Confidently I walk towards the stall where the merchant seems to be leaving towards the other side of the street it's situated upon, seeing a chance I shrug off my hood and hastily comb my hair with my fingers and step into the vacant stall, making the assumption that I am checking my stock for any treachery while secretly pocketing some of the more valuable jewelry, it's not necessary to rob him completely blind is it, I can do that when he rebuilds his wealth. So i continue pocketing the valuables when a patron walks by and begins looking at the wares. "Need anything specific" I ask with more than a little sweat accumulating on my brow. To which the man waves his hand dismissively and leaves, Myself noticing the merchant returning grab a bag of minas, stuff it in my pocket and leave, walking through the gates of the city and whistling a merry tune on my way home.

The Upright Man has asked of you to steal a scroll from a house that is just outside the city limits of Alras, the house seems to be alive with laughter and drunken men, you look through a window to see the chest is in the room, while 5 drunken men sit around the fire telling war stories, they seem armed but drunk, you see in the corner of your eye a small hole in the roof into the room. The door hinges are old and rusty, it can be easily kicked down. How will you pull of this thievery?

I walk around the house first, check for any obvious entrances and to see if anyone is in, reaching the windows I realize the state of the men and the fact that no matter the condition they still had their weapons close at hand and begin to weigh my options, I could go through the hole for the scroll or I could head through the door. The door is out of the question due to the hinges being extremely old and rusty, they would squeak uncontrollably. Then I notice a man at the back of the room, somewhat less vocal then before and my true plan is hatched. The man was on old friend from the Malinor military, I could stop by for a visit. I take off my hood and knock on the door, I can say I saw him earlier, he's in no state to dispute it. he opens the door and much back slapping and hugging ensues and then after a few hours of pretending to drink and low stakes cards they fall asleep. I take the key from his pocket, head over to the chest, pocket the scroll and head off to the pre arranged rendezvous point.

An old man has taken rest from his travels under a tree, his bag is to the left of him, he appears to have a dagger on him. In the far distance you see some travelers coming, though they are still a far while off. How will you pull of this thievery?

I walk up to the man and see that he's sleeping, an easy enough task I'd say but upon opening the satchel I notice a letter which I read, something about his lord's condolences about his wife's death and realize that this is a man with nothing other than himself and his satchel, sure upon further inspection there is some jewelry but I don't steal from those who have nothing but the pack on their back, that's not me. I walk away after leaving a few extra minas in the bag and a note stating to be more careful with his nap area selection.

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((OOC))

To any people applying for MTG, please add to your app.....

(Skype:"yourskypename") between. If you have any questions you can always visit our TS Channel whenever someone is in.

MC Name:

(Where it would go)

Why do you want to join?:

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MC Name: Raptor14

Skype Name: raptor14v

Why do you want to join? : Well I want to make my thief/bandit character active again. I’ve always tried to lead groups of fellow thieves and bandits but I no longer have the patience or the time. I’ve realised I’d much rather be part of a group than lead one, giving me a purpose rather than power. I specifically chose the Master Thieves guild out of both rumours and experience with your group on my old character, having great respect for the idea and its members.

How will you provide the guild and the LOTC community with a great RP experience? I hope I can provide good rp with my character, by coming up with exciting solutions to problems and fun ways to deal with situations. I believe I am creative and a good RPer, ambitious and headstrong. Hopefully these are qualities I can bring to your group to help spread good RP to LoTC.

What do you think are vital in RP? (I.e. Emotes, RP fights over MC fights etc) I think description in your emotes and adding "character" to your speech is very important. After RPing with Cataris especially a few times, I learnt that in order to create really good rp, you have to describe your actions in such a way that the people you are rping with can imagine it vividly in their minds just as you do. I also believe that you must add your own touch to your character, giving him/her personality and flair. Without this you simply become like everyone else and your rp becomes very boring.

To break the Guild laws, or the Server laws is instant banishment unless in a specific circumstance where you are offered an appeal form by the Guild, do you understand this? Of course I do.

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RP name: Radec

Biography: Link to my VA. If you want a TL;DR version of the bio let me know and I can give that.

Personality: Radec has a few personalities (depending on what he shows you.) for he is a very talented liar. He will show you what he wants to show you. Most of the time he will seems like an uneducated thief, not very good English and an uneducated accent. He can seem like a drunk and a womaniser, a gold hording and overly violent criminal. But in truth he is solemn, angry and quite smart. He analyses and calculates every move he makes. He is a pathological liar, a manipulative man.

Motives: Vengeance. Radec was born with an innate hatred for Oren. Being told stories by his father of how the old King Enor slaughtered his people. He has picked on them for the last two years as much as he could, robbing, beating and killing. After a year in exile and two years of robberies, banditry and thievery, Radec has grown to love what he does. Not the blood so much but more the adrenaline rush when he is scaling a house and anger flowing through him when he beats a victim to a pulp. Radec loves his sneaky side more than his violent side. Loving to steal, loving being on the edge of his life, loving being on the other side of the law. Knowing that what he does make every man in the region hate him, knowing that every guard and knight will be hunting him down if they find out what he’s done.

Aspirations: To become rich, infamous and to strike fear in the heart of the empire. To make them know they are not safe no matter where they hide. To make them feel insecure everywhere, the same way his ancestors felt when they were forced to flee the north from the Oren guard.

[Open Response. Answer all questions]

You notice a rich foreign merchant in the markets browsing wares such as jewellery, weaponry and armor. You notice a stall owner has just walked away from his stall for a few moments, several guards are patrolling the area, the merchant walks towards the stall to browse its wares. To the North is a sewer grate you could escape through, though the guards seem to be patrolling it more than usual. How will you pull off this thievery?

*Radec taps Tugg (his huge human accomplice) on the arm. He motions with his head in the direction of the foreign merchant. He strokes his stubble thinking of what do to.*

*Radec whispers into Tugg’s ear, explaining to him what to do. Tugg listens, looking simpler than ever trying to absorb all the words into his dull brain.*

*Tugg begins to stomp over the merchant, slowly picking up speed. His stomp turns into a run as he rams into the merchant, knocking him off his feet.*

*The nearby guards take notice and begin to walk over. Tugg picks up the merchant with ease, holding him over his head and squeeling with glee.*

*Tugg wanders away from the stall, the merchant in hand. As he does this the rest of the guards begin to shout, chasing him down and pointing swords at him.*

*Radec casually wanders over to the stall, now unguarded and unwatched. He grabs a whole load of jewels and gems, stuffing them into the many pouches on his belt and bandolier.*

*Radec looks left and right as he continues to steal the gems. No one in sight, he walks away casually, whistling as he goes, knowing he will pick up Tugg later.*

The Upright Man has asked of you to steal a scroll from a house that is just outside the city limits of Alras, the house seems to be alive with laughter and drunken men, you look through a window to see the chest is in the room, while 5 drunken men sit around the fire telling war stories, they seem armed but drunk, you see in the corner of your eye a small hole in the roof into the room. The door hinges are old and rusty; it can be easily kicked down. How will you pull off this thievery?

*Radec and Tugg continue to silently push a large wagon filled with hay a few metres from the side of the house.*

*Pushing and constantly watching the house, they push it so that it is just at the side of the house.*

“A’right Tugg get ou’ ov ‘ere. Thanks fer yer ‘elp. “ He whispers to him.

*As Tugg jogs off, Radec sneaks over to front door of the house, grabbing a torch off its sconce in the wall.*

*He sneaks back over to the wagon filled with hay, and throws the torch inside, watching as the flames and pillar of smoke grow. He grabs a rock off the floor and throws it at the window where all the men are sitting and runs around the house so he is on the other side.*

*He crouches low at the corner of the house, the front door in sight. He watches as all the drunken men run out of the front door to the burning haystack, freaking out at the large flames, throwing their ales on it in an attempt to put it out. *

*Radec sniggers quietly to himself, watching as they scurry down the hill to get water to put out the flames. He takes this opportunity to go into the house.*

*He creaks open the door and closes it slightly behind him. He sneaks into the room with the chest, still crouched and kneels down in front of it.*

*The chest is locked, though this isn’t a problem for Radec. He takes out a roll of leather and spreads it out on top of the chest. Inside this roll are few different types of lockpicks.*

*Radec picks one and begins to fiddle with the lock, turning it left and right, feeling the lock with the turns.*

*Finally the lock clicks and the lid opens slightly. Radec rolls up his lockpicks, lodging them in his belt. He pries open the chest, grabs the scroll and puts it in his trousers behind his back, covering it with his leather tunic.*

*Radec climbs onto the dining table, leans down and picks up a chair, placing it in the middle of the table. He carefully climbs up on to it, reaching up for the hole in the roof, climbing out.*

An old man has taken rest from his travels under a tree, his bag is to the left of him, he appears to have a dagger on him. In the far distance you see some travellers coming, though they are still a far while off. How will you pull off this thievery?

*Radec casually walks up the resting traveller, casting his shadow over his eyes. He just stands there, waiting for him to notice.*

*The man looks up, squinting. Radec smirks at him.*

“Ah’ll jus’ be takin’ yer bag a’right?” He says sort of matter-of-factly

“Wha—“ *Before the man can finish Radec has kicked him really hard with his hardened leather boot in the side of his head. Should knock him out for a minute.*

*Radec looks around, seeing no immediate travellers. He grabs the bag and the knife and takes the time to write a small note and nail it to the tree with the dagger.*

The Note reads:

Thanks for the bag, the apple was especially delicious.

Radec

*Radec takes another bite of the apple as he walks away through the forest.*

(Please note these scenarios would be expanded on much more in actual rp.)

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MC Name:Markdeevee

Skype Name:((PM me on the forums if you wish to contact me via skype. I don’t want to display it in a public forum))

Why do you want to join? I used to be a member of the Black Hand (run by simonbane) and immensely enjoyed the ‘evil’ rp. My character Nessuno Mortale is a well seasoned villain, with an interesting background. I wish to expand his rp, and give him new opportunity.

How will you provide the guild and the LOTC community with a great RP experience? – I personally love working on long term projects. I worked for the Golden Harvest over about 4 months to infiltrate the Black Hand (I was a mole inside the Black Hand) which was immensely challenging, but I loved every minute. My character (Eziano Mortale Nessuno’s father) ended up being corrupted and allied himself with the Black Hand. This is the sort of rp I bring to LotC, and brought to both the Golden Harvest and the Black Hand. I introduce a very large depth of rp wherever I go, and strive to excel in everything rp.

What do you think are vitalin RP? (I.e Emotes, RP fights over MC fights etc)

Depth in rp is crucial. Just coming up to someone in the market and say a casual “Hi” simply isn’t adequate. For example you see an image of exactly what your character is doing, seeing him in minds eye: *stride confidently up to the merchant smilingand nodding in greeting* If that is what you imagine, then you need to emote, and portray it through every means at your disposal. My idea of RP is bringing imagination into being.

To break the Guild laws, or the Server laws is instant banishment unless in a specific circumstance where you are offered an appeal form by the Guild, do you understand this? – I Completely understand this<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;"><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;">

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RP name: Nessuno Mortale

Biography:

I was born in the dying days of Aegis, my mother a local *****~ in Lauralin, my father... I never knew. My mother Celedë raised me and cared for me like any mother should, but apparently I was too much of a burden for her. When we arrived in Asulon during the madness of the mass exodus I was abandoned to the monks of the Cloud Temple. I was trained as a scribe, and performed menial tasks for them. After a time I matured... and decided move on. I sought out my father’s past, which lead me to Alras, and the Golden Syndicate’s (formerly known as the Golden Harvest)fiefdom. I learnt of my father’s past from within the secure walls of the location, and learnt to farm, mine, and fight. I worked in the Golden Syndicatefor around 20 years, and gained many skills, but after a time I decided to leave civilization. I moved out into the wilds, and lived in a small farm that had constructed for about three years. I was about to go out in the morning to tend my crops when I became aware of the strong smell of smoke. Walking outside I saw great flames burning up my crop... Nothing remained. I returned once again to civilized regions, and search to find my place in society.

((this i shows how Nessuno portrays himself to those around himself. Read his VA to discoverhis true background, remembering no Meta..)

Personality: I am easy to get along with, work hard, and respect those around myself. I believe in a long hard day’s work, and true reward at the end.

((again read VA for a more accurate description))

Motives: I wish for a unified‘unit’ that protects those around themselves, supports themselves in life, and never betrays one another...

Aspirations: I have always aspired to live my life with no regrets, enjoying every moment of it<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;"><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;">

[OpenResponse. Answer all questions]

You notice a rich foreign merchant in the markets browsing wares such as jewellery, weaponry and armor.You notice a stall owner has just walked away from his stall for a few moments, several guards are patrolling the area, the merchant walks towards the stall to browse its wares. To the North is a sewer grate you could escape through,though the guards seem to be patrolling it more than usual. How will you pull off this thievery?

Birds fly high above the market place, waiting for any moment to swoop down and ****** at any susceptible morsel. Smiling I admired their cunning, swooping by stalls, grabbing small fruit, even loafs at a time. I admired a particular pair of birds who seemed to work together to a degree... One would swoop down, attracting a store keepers attention, while the other moved in the back subtly to swipe a nice meal.

My focus sharpened on the stall ten paces to my right, I was the bird this time... But where was my bloody companion... A growing murmur in the crowd to my left was my signal. I turned and strode confidently towards the stall and stood in front of it. Guards rushed past and in the direction of the ever growing commotion, but the job was already done. Striding away from the crowd with my bag on back I grinned. Glancing to my left I observed a man being beaten down to the ground. Foolish man, I thought to myself, as he was beaten repeatedly. He was so easy to fool into thinking that the bard called him a wife beater... too bad...

The Upright Man has asked of you to steal a scroll from a house that is just outside the city limits of Alras, the house seems to be alive with laughter and drunken men, you look through a window to see the chest is in the room, while 5 drunken men sit around the fire telling war stories, they seem armed but drunk, you see in the corner of your eye a small hole in the roof into the room. The door hinges are old and rusty, it can be easily kicked down. How will you pull of this thievery?

Dusk had just fallen... And clouds drew around the ever dying sun, stifling any last cries. I walked slowly, considering ever step that drew me closer to the large oak door. Pausing on the door step I listened to the uproars of laughter coming from within. I rapped loudly on the door twice and waited. Suddenly the door swung open and three burly men, who I dare say must have been half drowned in mead burst out yelling out all sorts of obscene comments. I paused for a moment, caught slightly off foot, but burst out laughing at the scene, “Hello gentlemen! May I join in your merryness?” I exclaimed loudly at the very drunk men. A roar of laughter burst out from them, and then a loud voice from inside cried, “Why the hell not boys!”And I was literally swept off my feet into the house.

Plopping myself down in a large chair I exclaimed, “So men, what is the occasion for this merryment?” A abnormally large man rose from his chair, swathed in animal skin robes and exclaimed, “Why the hell shouldn’t we be merry?!?” And laughing plopped back down in his chair. “Well gentlemen, since this is a very merry occasion, let’s see who can be the merryest, aye!” I exclaimed loudly, before proceeding to pore numerous drinks for the men.

Three hours later: I sat quietly in my chair, looking slowly around the room. All was quiet... I slowly lifted up the cover of my pouch, to stare in contempt at the small scroll sitting at the bottom. All too easy... I rose and marched confidently out the front door into the night, leaving the horrid stench of alcohol behind...

An old man has taken rest from his travels under a tree, his bag is to the left of him, he appears to have a dagger on him. In the far distance you see some travellers coming, though they are still a far while off. How will you pull of this thievery?

Reading the scenario in front of myself I knew what had to be done. Ernal Hornhammer was the ‘old man’ who sat exhausted under the tree, I had been tracking him for several days now. Within the pouch on his belt is a scroll with crucial information exposing the Thieves Guilds, something that simply couldn’t be released...

I veered from my path off into a field on the side, and crouched among the long wheat. The travelers came closer and I sighed in annoyance. These where the contacts that Ernal was attempting to give theinformation to. My eyes narrowed to slits as I focused on Ernal’s pouch, waiting for the scroll to be handed to one of these messengers. I knew the routine, one would get it, and they would all split off in all directions, if I missed the drop, I might as well slit my own wrists... Time slowed down and tension grew... THERE! I saw the scroll passed quickly to a blond haired boy. Suddenly they all ran down various paths, but I had my eye on him. Raising my hood I rose from my location, and sprinted towards the boy, ignoring Ernal.

I heard a cry to my left, and glanced over to see Ernal rising to pursue me, but I had to ignore him and continue. By the time my focus was on the blond boy he had full knowledge that he was being pursued and accelerated quickly. I threw off my empty bag to free myself, and gaining full momentum I closed in on the boy. Flicking a knife from my wrist I flung it with all my might towards the boy. The blade flung through the air piercing the boys thigh, bringing him down to the ground. My sword flashed and my job was almost complete, but for one factor...

Turning I saw Ernal running at full pace towards me, sword flashing towards me. I dove out of the way snatching the scroll from between the boys limp fingers. The blade calved a deep slice through my shoulder, but with legs free I fled into the treeline...

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Note: Please PM me on the forums in response. Also read my VA! http://www.lordofthe...632#entry395632

It will explain a lot more about my character that my character would never reveal IC. Always remember... No meta

Thanks

Markdeevee

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(I was oocly accepted before, however was banned.

I'm back and still interested, so I'll repost my old app.)

[Questions]

MC Name: POTATO3

Why do you want to join? I guess I'm hoping to see a change in the rp that I've been experiencing lately.

How will you provide the guild and the LOTC community with a great RP experience? By switching up my boring usual character to this different, more active one, my rp would become more fun and I'm sure some people will enjoy crossing paths with my character.

What do you think are vital in RP? (I.e Emotes, RP fights over MC fights etc) The ability to clearly state what it is your character is doing while at the same time taking into account what every other character around yours is doing. It's also definitely important to be creative and original for the sake of fun rp.

To break the Guild laws, or the Server laws is instant banishment unless in a specific circumstance where you are offered an appeal form by the Guild, do you understand this? Yerp.

[Character Questions]

RP name: Muryo

Biography:

Well, here I am. Another rotten soul waiting for the day when Asulon meets the same fate as Aegis had. Just another one of those scumbags that I once despised. My parents were never around to teach me better, and the only person who cared for my well being was murdered before my eyes when I was only 10 years old. I hid behind a ditch as I endured my only friend's cries for mercy. Ever since, it has been almost impossible finding people that I could trust, and have only managed to make a handful of 'friends'. I left the criminal infested village the day that my friend died, and have tried to make a living without interfering too much in other people's lives for the past 9 years or so. It was hard, and seemed impossible at times, but I used to overcome that. However these 9 years of being a pathetic rogue who begs for bread every once in a while have changed a lot about me.

After I left my village and was completely alone for the first time, life was tough. I could not wield a sword as good as I had thought, and was too young to find a decent job. Therefore, food was rare and shelter was impossible. I would travel around from city to city, nation to nation, grabbing up whatever I could from wild animals and weak monsters. Everything that I didn't need would be traded for small portions of food and fresh water. Nature was my home. That and free farms. I loved free farms so much, mainly because the people there were just as worthless as me. I almost felt superior at times. Yet at night, when I lay down in other people's tents, or in monster infested caves, I would remember how pathetic I was.

Eventually, after having to protect myself from dangerous creatures for so long, I started to become somewhat skilled with my rusty old blade. I was finally able to start hunting certain creatures that would previously had killed me in a heartbeat. I also made a fishing rod using the remains of my left over junk and managed to catch food for myself. I hated fish, but it ended my hunger and eventually I became quite healthy. After about 8 years of living like this, I finally met someone who helped me out and assisted me as I helped him. His name was Wesley and he is my comrade. I saved his life from a couple of giant spiders once and he re payed me with a huge bundle of wheat. He mentioned how he was a traveler with no specific destination and how much he needed someone like me to protect him, and I knew I could use a farmer to fetch me some food, so we decided to travel together. Eventually, I had made a few more comrades who helped me as I helped them during our travels throughout Asulon.

It was after about a year when we came up to the giant gate that leads to Hanseti. We were in need of work and ended up becoming grunts for the Wolverines at that gate. We each protected the gate to the best of our abilities, and supplied our leaders with resources in return for food, armor, tools, weapons, and shelter. It was going fine for those first few weeks and I was even promoted a couple of times. It was then that I believe I changed. I was becoming strong, and wasn't hungry anymore. I was actually pretty wealthy and felt like an entirely new person. I didn't have to be afraid of anyone any longer, nor did I have to think carefully of what I should do next. I had power and whether I was a Wolverine or not, I had become strong. I can do as I please and not have to worry about someone not feeding me. I no longer knew the meaning of restraint and felt like it was my turn to enjoy my life. I have faced death in the eyes many times, and I have been betrayed by people that I thought I could trust. I've had to fend for myself for most of this time and I've had to get down on my knees and beg for a small meal. All of this showed me how cruel people are, and helped me understand how joyful life can be if you let go of fear, guilt, regret, and all other useless feelings. I have now learned how to embrace who I am and to stop thinking of myself as a 'good' person. The truth of the matter is that I'm not. I've become one of them, and I'm okay with it.

Personality: Reckless, overconfident

Motives: He does what he does simply because he can and feels unstoppable.

Aspirations: -

[Open Response. Answer all questions]

You notice a rich foreign merchant in the markets browsing wares such as jewellery, weaponry and armor. You notice a stall owner has just walked away from his stall for a few moments, several guards are patrolling the area, the merchant walks towards the stall to browse its wares. To the North is a sewer grate you could escape through, though the guards seem to be patrolling it more than usual. How will you pull of this thievery?

As Muryo notices the scenario, he takes advantage of the missing merchant and steps closer to the stall. While everyone is busy and he still remains unnoticed, Muryo walks into the stall and begins looting the valuables that he can find which consists of several jewels and a dagger made of diamond. He hides the dagger down by his waist and stuffs all of the other valuables in his pockets. However he is quickly spotted by a merchant about two stalls away who begins yelling out for guards. Muryo quickly unsheathes his blade from his back and leaps over the stalls to the merchant, kicking him in the face. As the merchant falls to the ground, the commotion attracts several people as well as four human guards, all in chain-mail armor, but one who is in diamond. Muryo grunts as he picks up the merchant and presses his sword against his neck.Muryo - "All of you get out of my damn way or I'll slit his throat right now!"As some of the people back away, the guards unsheathe their weapons and step in closer. Instinctively, Muryo cuts the man's throat and shoves the bleeding man at two of the guards. As the two guards are shocked and worried about the merchant, Muryo sprints past the third guard and straight at the one in diamond armor, jump-kicking him, bringing them both down to the ground. As they reach the ground, Muryo's sword swings across the market and the guard prepares to attack with his diamond ax. At this moment, Muryo hesitates and flails at the man, pushing and kicking at his arms in attempt to stop him from attacking. As the guard tries to remain focused, Muryo pulls off the guard's helmet and proceeds to slam him in the face with it. Meanwhile, the other guards are approaching and ready to strike from multiple directions. The guard in diamond is bleeding from the face and almost unconscious as Muryo grabs his ax and throws it at one of the other guards. The ax completely misses and the guard runs up to him, swinging a sliver ax horizontally. Muryo ducks under it and kicks him in the chest, knocking him back. From behind, another guard is running and swinging a blade. Muryo quickly pulls out the diamond dagger, parries the blade, and sends a stab to the guard's neck. The stabs hits successfully and the guard falls to the ground bleeding heavily. Muryo is then tackled down to the ground by one of the remaining guards and loses grip of the dagger. The guard kicks the dagger away and spots Muryo's sword on the far side of the market. He kneels in his chain-mail armor over Muryo's legs with an iron ax at hand.Guard - "Can't save yourself now, scum!" *holds Muryo by the neck and swings his ax.*Muryo swiftly reaches his right hand behind his back and pulls out his last resort iron dagger from the bottom of his scabbard and stabs the man in the arm as he swings, stopping the hit and causing great damage to his arm. Muryo then releases the dagger and shove the man off of him, dashing as quickly as he could past a guard that was too worried about his comrade to pay much attention to him. Muryo grabs his blade and keeps it at hand as he shoves off any civilians in his way, escaping the area before any more guards can arrive. In the end, Muryo arrives back in his hidden home and counts all of the money he can make from the jewels, at the cost of only an iron dagger.

The Upright Man has asked of you to steal a scroll from a house that is just outside the city limits of Alras, the house seems to be alive with laughter and drunken men, you look through a window to see the chest is in the room, while 5 drunken men sit around the fire telling war stories, they seem armed but drunk, you see in the corner of your eye a small hole in the roof into the room. The door hinges are old and rusty, it can be easily kicked down. How will you pull of this thievery?

Muryo takes note that the men are all intoxicated and most likely retired soldiers. He takes about ten steps backwards away from the home and then dashes as rapidly as possible, jumping and kicking through the window. Three of the men quickly stand up, clearly angered and reach for their weapons. One of them grabs and iron sword that was being hung on the wall. Another attempts to grab a dagger from the counter, however seems to be having trouble in doing so. The third simply fell backwards and seems to be unconscious. The other two who are sitting seem to be laughing at the scene, so Muryo quickly shuts one of them up by vertically kicking him in the jaw. He then unsheathes his sword and swings at the armed man, however the blade is parried. The man then swings his own sword at Muryo, however seems to have lost his balance as he tumbles down to the ground. Two of the men are now laughing loudly, two are apparently unconscious, and the last one is struggling to stand. Muryo loses his patience and steps over the man and into the back of the room, searching for the scroll. Once he lays his eyes on the chest, he finds that it is locked. He then goes back to the struggling man who has finally managed to stand, knocks him on the back of the head with the bottom of his blade, and takes a set of keys from him as he is motionless on the ground. Muryo then tries each of the keys on the lock and eventually manages to open it. Inside he finds the scroll which he stuffs into his pocket as he heads out the way he came.

An old man has taken rest from his travels under a tree, his bag is to the left of him, he appears to have a dagger on him. In the far distance you see some travellers coming, though they are still a far while off. How will you pull off this thievery?

Muryo passes by the man and realizes how easy it would be to take his bag. He notices the group of people coming so he decides to be as quick as possible. He pulls out his iron dagger and tries stabbing the sleeping man quietly. The man opens his eyes and tries to stop the attacks however was not strong nor quick enough, and takes a dagger to the neck. As soon as the man's eyes close, Muryo grabs his bag and prepares to run, however as he turns, he sees that the people in the distance are close enough to realize what he just did. He sighs and unsheathes his sword as he runs up to them. As he nears them, he finds that it's a man and two women. The man wielding a sword and the women hiding behind him. Muryo smiles at the man and as soon as he is near enough, he swings his sword at the man. The man parries his blade and swings at Muryo. Muryo dodges the strike, however is caught off balance by one of the women and she pushes him down. The man swings vertically down at Muryo as he is on the ground, yet Muryo stops the blade with his sandal. He then swings his blade at the man's right arm, completely cutting straight through. The arm falls down along with the sword and Muryo jumps up to his feet and headbutts the man in the face. The man falls back shouting and cursing as the women try desperately to aid him. Muryo then sees several guards on horses coming in from the city not too far off and decides he can't stay any longer. He sheathes his sword and dashes into the woods, away from all of the commotion before the guards manage to get to the scene.

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