My Application

[Derelict 1]

Out-Of-Character:

Minecraft Account Name: XxderelictxX

Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?: No

How old are you?: 19

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST (-5:00) Canada

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

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: My name is Ken, I am 19 years old and I live in Toronto, ON. Most of my time at the moment is focused on university, but when I have time I enjoy biking, hiking, swimming, camping and everything to do with the great outdoors. I also enjoy gaming (obviously), I mainly like the more shallow casual games like Madden and Call of Duty but I make an exception for Minecraft and Skyrim.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Usually I can get on 1 or 2 hours 2-5 times per week depending on work load. On the weekends I can usually get on 4-5 hours, more if I have nothing to do.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.: To me roleplaying is all about complete seamless immersion, it isn't simply about pretending to be a specific character. It's about actually becoming that character and thinking, feeling, and acting as if you were there in flesh and blood staring down whatever issue comes before you. Those who can properly immerse themselves and process information quickly through the mind of your character rather than your own are "doing it right" for lack of better words. Although I will be honest, I have never actually roleplayed, be it in those silly LARP sessions (sorry if I offend but I cannot see that stuff without bursting out laughing), or online. My role playing and immersion experiences have been in my own mind when reading or playing single player games. I always immerse myself completely in my character during single player campaigns and I visualize myself as one of the characters in certain books. This is my first experience roleplaying with other people (from myself to over 5000 people lol) but I believe I will do a good job and have a ton of fun.

In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are.

Took a bit of research but it seems Metagaming is drifting in and out of character and using information/knowledge gathered out of character that your character cannot possibly know and using it while in character to benefit you.

Powergaming is trying to further your character and progress faster towards your goals at the expense of immersion for yourself and others. I have always stood against powergaming without even knowing it, I download mods for Skyrim just to limit my weight capacity, that way I can only carry the gear on my back and very little loot, rather than 100 iron armour sets or something silly like that.

What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it to be very very strict, which is actually one of the negative points in my opinion. I hope you guys have some sort of way to talk like a normal person, because I would still like to communicate with people and get to know them without constantly trying to sound like I'm from medieval Europe. Besides that, I expect the server to be filled with glorious creations, lagless, very active, and very happy to help other people become further immersed.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I used to play on Herocraft but they failed to prepare for minecraft updates so I have to switch jar's to play with them. That's too much of a hassle and not worth it for me. I also currently play on Thedarktide and have not left that server.

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

How did you hear about us?: Friends with Respiren, Yankee203, Urpenguin, and Crowbarr95. We all played on a previous server and were in the same town.

Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you? I have absolutely no idea, but I did vote on both Minestatus and on Minecraftservers.

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

In-Character:

Character Name: Keravern

What is your Race?: Elf (sub race: Dark elf)

Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):

This Dark Elf's life has not been as graceful as the lives of his kin. He has accomplished no great deeds, has made no great impact upon the world, and has always been different from all other Elves. This Elf was not raised in the magnificent forests with the Wood Elves, or in the Holy Princedom with the High Elves. No, this Elf was orphaned at an early age, brought in by Dwarves, and raised in the mines and halls of Kal'Urguan, something most Elves would consider squalid and humiliating. Drinking, eating, mining, and fighting were his passions.

Yet even after being raised in the halls of the Dwarves he did not fit in, for at the end of the day he was still just an Elf, not a true Dwarf, and would forever be an outsider. This alienation grew stronger as he matured into a full grown Elf, and the charm of having a child Elf living amongst the Dwarves wore thinner and thinner. Soon he would find himself resenting the Dwarves who took him in; whether they deserved this resentment he was not sure. He quickly left after having reached full maturity, and moved on to live with his kin in the Holy Princedom of Malinor. Bright eyed, filled with ambition and magnificent expectations the Elf arrived to a land and culture vastly different to that of the Dwarves. For the first time he had seen truly beautiful females and magnificent architecture intermingling with nature, the sights and sounds took him like the strongest of currents. But all was not to be as magnificent as he initially felt, for this Elf's fate has always had the tendency to strike against him when he is most content.

The Elf soon found his kin to have an air of superiority, most High Elves asked him of his upbringing and ancestry, the Dark Elf found that mentioning his Dwarven upbringing would be one of his worst mistakes. Within a day Elves who encountered him would whisper inaudible comments and suppressed laughter, no doubt about his past; and within two days the troubled young Elf had grown to hate his own kind. He despised the Elves and avoided all contact with them, preferring instead to mingle with the natural wild life. It was during these first few tough days that he took interest in the one Elf that did not jeer or whisper in his presence, a young attractive High Elf, well dressed and much more cultured than him. Being reserved was not something the Dwarves had taught him, he staunchly and boldly approached the female Elf, and a mutual spark ignited the flames of what to him seemed like the fruits of his struggle and the true meaning of his journey. As the days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to months their love grew stronger and stronger, he had finally found a purpose.

But the female Elf's family did not approve of the conjoining, and in a moment of pure innocence and naivety by the young Elven couple they ran off to start their own lives. She would accompany him to the mines of Ravenhold, where he would use the skills he learned with the dwarves to start off their new lives. Months passed digging up coal and iron until they could afford to live in a small rented room. They were not rich, they were not powerful, yet they were happy. In the coming years the unexpected happened and again their young lives were shook to the very core. The High Elf was pregnant, and the intensity of their love and happiness radiated throughout the town, the rarity of a pregnant Elf drew people to witness the couple; offerings and gifts were given to the couple, among these gifts were a pair of matching pendants both the Dark Elf and the High Elf would wear; and a book of the ancient Elven language, something that had always interested the young Dark Elf, he would keep this with him and study it in his free time.

In the coming months the Elven couple were going through their day to day routine, the female Elf would pay a visit to the local healer and take a stroll through Ravenhold on the way back, she would admire the large homes of the wealthy businesselves, reach the docks and walk back; all the while attracting the attention of the Elves who congratulated her on her pregnancy. The Dark Elf would work hard in the mines, and like any regular day there would be shouting and noise in the mines. But on this particular day he heard more shouting than usual, not just from miners, but also from people outside. "Another accident perhaps?” he would surface to see a sight that would plague his sleepless nights for years to come. There was confusion, fighting, fire, and the smell of death choked even the hardiest of Dwarven miners, it soon became clear that the undead were attacking the city of Ravenhold. Without hesitation the young Dark Elf rushed to his home, thinking only of the safety of his wife and his child, all around him there was destruction and confusion, he fought his way through hordes of mindless zombies and skeletons to his small home, he found his partner lying face down on the floor in a pool of blood, an immense grief and desperation flooded over the young Dark Elf, he paced around the room with his hands yanking at his long dark hair. It all seemed like a horrible dream he could not awake from, none of the hardships he had endured could compare to this single moment, the love of his life, and his entire purpose for living has been brutally slain. He gathered himself as much as he could, and with a grim look and tears on his face he slowly flipped his partner over, only to find the unborn baby had been torn out of her womb while she was still alive. His eyes widened and before he had time to scream he was struck over the head, and the great pain washed away, replaced first by calm, then by immense fatigue, and then a great nothingness.

The Dark Elf awakened in a strange realm, he could see nothing, and walked forward aimlessly, he crossed the first gate and he saw, he walked through a second gate and he felt a breeze on his skin, he then walked through the third, and he remembered nothing. All he had left to tie him to his past was a strange book of the Elven language, a unique looking pendant, and a scar above his right eye. He did not remember his name, so he named himself after a phrase in his book of the ancient Elven tongue that suited him; Keravern, English: dark wanderer. Even though he had no clear recollections, he would still see images of a horrible sacking, of burning, and of death. Keravern would venture forth through Aegis, realizing he could not be seen or heard by its inhabitants he prayed to the gods to allow him to manifest himself in the world of Aegis. For with the aid of the book, and the pendant, he would find who he is, what happened to him, why such visions plague his mind, and how long it has been since he last lived.

Only time will tell if he will regain his memories, will he be left with the aching feeling of emptiness that comes with amnesia? Or will he regain his memories and experience grief, sadness, and brutality that have plagued his life. Will he let his dark past consume him, and manifest it into hatred and evil, or will he avenge his love and unborn child through righteous acts and battle against the forces of the undead. Only time will tell, for Keravern is a blank slate waiting to be engraved by external forces in the world of Aegis.

Age: ???? unknown, no older than 300 years old.

Appearance: Grayish blue, green eyes, tall, long jet black hair.

Skills: Mining, Swordsmanship, Taming of wild wolves, basic understanding of Ancient Elvish.

Personality: the constant visions of his past traumatize him and have removed most compassion and youth from his personality. He is a cold, calculating, cunning Elf.

Your characters ambitions: To either find out what happened in his past, however long ago it may have been. Or to give up on the quest to find his past, stop living in the past, and establish a new life. (Depends on events that occur to Keravern during his travels)

Out in the Wilds, your character comes across a small cottage. Outside, there appears to be an elf struggling combat with two bandits. What does your character do? Keravern ponders what has caused the bandits to become this way, is the elf any more innocent than they are? Keravern watches with a cold calculating stare, and witnesses as either the Elf slays the bandits or the bandits slay the Elf. After the fight Keraven stealthily approaches the corpse(s), retrieves whatever materials he needs to continue on his journey such as a weapon or food or arrows from what the bandits/elf have left behind (if anything) and vanishes into the wilderness.

Your character walks up to a shop in the middle of Al'Khazar. "Hello, my good sir!" says the shop owner. "What may I help you with today?" How does your character answer? Skip the formalities, trade with the shop owner, and move on. (A simple impersonal business transaction rather than an invitation to become friends.)

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