The_Mixtar's Third Application

[the mixtar 0]

Out-Of-Character:

Minecraft Account Name:

The_mixtar

-How old are you?:

I am thirteen years of age.

-Time-Zone/Country of Residence:

I live in the united states in central time zone.

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

I feel that I have a fair perception of the English language.

-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:

My life mostly revolves around Minecraft being a nerd and making people laugh. I am a fun upbeat person that will try my best to make Lord of the Craft the best server EVER!

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

Depending on my plans I could probably spend up to 9 hours on.

-How long have you played Minecraft?:

I have been playing Minecraft since 1.4.

-What do you know about Roleplaying? What is it?:

Roleplaying is when you change your behavior to asume a different personality/role.

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

I expect this server to be a fun place to develop m roleplaying skills and play with my friends.

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

I played on two other servers that never really made it past development. I quit both of then because the server owners stopped putting them up.

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

I have indeed read, understood and agreed to the rules of this server.

-Name the 4 races on this server:

The four races of this server are elves, orks, humans, and dwarves.

-How did you hear about us?:

My friend told me about your well developed, well built server.

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

The_mixtar

In-Character:

-Character Name:

I am known as Mixtar.

-What is your Race?:

I am among the elves.

-Biography:

I wrote this in the form of a Autobiography.

I was born in the cloud temple of Aegis and was raised by the monks up to the point when I could walk. At that point I was taken deep into the forest to a family elves who treated me as their own. As they left they left me a message saying that violence is never the key. There, with those elves, I learned basic skills such as; manners, and grammar. When I was two a tribe of undead ambushed our city. My father told my mother to take me and leave. As she began running I took a last glance back at our quaint city and saw my father take down four surrounding undead before getting taken down. The undead had no mercy and chased after my mother not about to let even a single mother and child escape their blades. My mother was determined to save me. Placing me in the flower box of a human cottage she darted into the forest leading the undead into a deep thicket that only an elf can navigate. After that she never returned to collect me. I was soon discovered by the humans who owned the cottage. Coincidentally they were trying for a child but were not able to conceive. These humans became my third family, I would do anything to protect them. Here in their kingdom elves were considered less than a citizen. When the king found out that I had been living as an equal to humans in his kingdom he executed my family and promptly placed me in a cold iron cell. And like that my family that I promised to take care of had slipped thought my fingers like sand in the wind. I spent two months in that cell. Me a helpless three year old elven child sitting in a jail cell meant for cold hearted criminals. You could imagine that I would have wanted a lot of things while sitting in that cell. One true thing that I wanted was not freedom but sunlight. If that cell had a window I might have not minded it as much. As most cells mine did not have a window or any access to the outside world. So the day when I was released I wasn’t totally irritated by the fact that I was given a hoe and told to turn and plant a 1.5 acre field by the end of the day. That was my first time farming and with doing it and having time to spare afterwards the king was impressed. He gave me a spot as a farmer and a house to live in. being an elf I was still not paid but I was happy to be doing something I liked. During the next few years I grew in size, knowledge, skill, and importance to the city. By the age of ten I was told that I would be receiving pay for my work in the fields. Most importantly at the age of 12 I was given admittance into school to learn reading and writing. To a boy whom never picked up let alone read a book these subjects were very hard for me. With my field work and my homework I never had and time for much fun. Sure I enjoyed farming. Farming is very tiring work and does not provide much “fun” though. That is where I use words. I found words easy to understand and use. I could string together a sentence that sounded like one thing while meant the opposite. During a war when food was scarce I would farm and barter to not only feed my self but my friends around the city. During a cold grey gloomy night the king was assassinated. In his place, as king, stood his son. This son had always been jealous of my grades and farm work. So he formed a plan to send me on a mission that would surly get me killed. He announced my departure in town square. The towns folk knew that with out me many of then would go hungry. After the new king told me to collect my things because I would be leaving in a week. When I got to my house I was stopped by a castle guard whom I gave extra grain to. His large family had been suffering on there low income so I gave them three pounds of extra food. He told me that he would train me to survive my trip. I went to his post and he taught me all he knew about fine archery, and the ways of moving undetected. I was gone for a year. When I had finished I hurried home. The sight I saw was horrifying. Fields and homes burning, on the soot covered ground I could make out mangled bodies, and looking up I saw the flaming ruins of the castle. I surveyed the city. I found the soldier whom helped me a year ago. Unsheathing my redwood bow I drew back and released an arrow into the undead cold black heart seeking vengeance for my father and mother. He hit the ash blanketed ground with a soft thump. The guard turned and stared surprised into my sullen face. Walking to me he explained how the undead attacked during the night starting fires and blowing up the castle. He then explained how the were looking for an elven boy about the age of 15. It was then that I realized that they never forgot that a three year old elf escaped their clutches. He in formed me that it would be best for me to go to The Holy Princedom Of Malinor for protection. I agreed. I spent a year searching for my way of the forest and ended up in a desert. I traveled there for six months when I came across a small camp being raided by bandits. Being hungry and in no condition to fight I asked them to leave. Their response was ,“what does this child think he is saying to us?” This was not appreciated. I cleared my throat straightened my spine and said in a louder, angrier, more robust voice ,”I’ve have asked you once and I’m asking again leave these innocent people alone.” The bandits happily agreed to leave and left without another word about it. Not knowing what had just happened I asked the town folk if the had and extra food that I could have. I informed the I owned no mina. The gave me a horse, with full saddle bags of food and water. I told them that I could not accept this. They told me that this was their pay for saving their camp. I finally accepted and trotted off into the desert for another year and a half when I made it to the cloud temple. Now of the age of 18 a met another elf named Auvreaeath. He and I spoke of going to Malinor. He told me his story while I told him mine and we became good friends. He words told me to go speak with the wise monks on the cloud temple but I never did. Now on our journey I wish I did.

-Character Age:

I am currently 18, I was told 18 is to young for elves. Well I believe Elves aren't born at the age of 100. So I do admit I am a very young elf.

-Character Appearance:

Tall, brown hair with yellow-ish highlights, White moth eaten t-shirt, Striking sapphire eyes that glint in the sunset, and a handsome clean shaven face.

-Character Personality:

Mixtar’s personality is one that makes you want to listen and do what he says. He is a person that if he wants to he can manipulate and bent to his will.

-Your ambitions:

I wish to be an excellent farmer and writer.

-Can your character read or write?:

Yes, he has a certain… way with words.

-Can your character mine?:

No I have never even touched a pickaxe and love nature too much to ever go underground.

-Are you a capable builder?:

I like building and know how but, he has trouble obtaining materials.

-Can you wield a sword?:

I do not enjoy battle but only uses a bow when I must.

-Enjoy Farming?:

I find farming invigorating and down right fun.

-Does your character have any special skills?:

I have a way with words that not even I myself can describe. It makes certain people with weaker wills bend to my pleas and do what he tells them to. With training I can be far more powerful than many would think.

-A screenshot of your skin:

[the mixtar 0]

I'm sorry that I've posted again making a reply but I would love to give a shout out to a good friend named Auvreaeath who sent me a few tips on how to make a good application. Many Thanks Auvreaeath!

[Auvreaeath 263]

Please wait for a Game_Moderator to promote you in game!

T'was a good application, loved reading it, please change your skin though to make it more rp..