Second Application

[Rethlor 0]

Out of character-

Minecraft account name:

Rethlor

Did I attend Minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?

Sadly, I didn’t attend.

How old am I:

I am 17 years old

Time zone/ country of residence:

Central standard/Canada

Do you have a good grip on the English language?

I’d like to think so

Small 2-3 sentence description of yourself:

My names Mike, I enjoy playing sports, as well as listening to music and playing video games. I currently work a part time job with minimal shifts, so I have a lot of free time outside school, most of which I spend playing video games, or hanging out with friends. I think I’m a fairly social person, and easy to get along with. :)

How much time could you be on the server weekly?

I usually have about 3 or 4 hours of free time a day when I’m working, and up to 7 when I’m not, most of which I spend playing games, so I have a fair amount of time to play on the server.

What do you know about roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.

I know quite a bit about roleplaying, I’ve been playing rpg’s most of my life. To me RP is about immersion. You have to really get to know that character you’re playing to get the full effect. If you don’t immerse yourself in the world and what’s happening around you it isn’t RP, it’s just a video game.

In your own words, describe what metagaming and Powergaming are.

Metagaing is when you personally know whats going on when your character doesn’t. Like seeing something walks up behind you in third person and reacting, when your character would have no idea anything was behind them. Powergaming is like playing a game as a god. Being incredibly overpowered to the point it isn’t even fun to play anymore.

What do you expect this server to be like?

I’m not sure, but I’m hoping for the best, I’ve never played on suck an expansive server before. I’m hoping for friendly helpful people, active players, and people who actually care about RP, not jumping in and out of character nonchalantly. I understand if theres something serious and you need to convey it quickly, and speaking in character wouldn’t work, but try as much as you can.

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

I’ve played on too many to count, most of which have an immature (not young, I don’t care how old someone is, but immature) make up of players which really ruins the experience of RPing. I’ve played on some non RP servers as well, which was worse, I was even threatened to be banned from one by a mod for RPing.

Have you read, understood, and agreed with the rules and regulations?

Yes

How did you hear about us?

I actually saw a YouTube video about it, and thought it look amazing.

Have you voted for LOTC on minestatus?

I actually hadn’t voted for any servers on minestatus until I saw this question, so I quickly went over there and voted for this server ;) I am number 899

What is your lord of the craft forum account name?

Rethlor

In character-

Character name: Rethlor

What is your race: orc

Bio:

Rethlor was born into a small clan called grol’gun, which resided in a village to the east of krugmar. He was the son of the chief and high shaman. Before he was born it was speculated that he would be a great warrior, much like his father, and would one day lead their tribe to greatness. All of the shamans gathered in a small hut the day of his birth, praising their god and blessing him. It was then they noticed he had striking blues eyes, a sign that there was strong magic in his blood.

It was custom in his tribe to execute any male orcs who were thought to possess shamanistic powers, as the males were to be strong warriors, and the women the magic users. The chief was furious and disgraced when he found out what his son was, and thought to execute the child and his foul, magic bearing mother to redeem himself to their god.

Rethlor’s mother had a connection most orcs didn’t have with their young, and could not allow any harm to come to her son, so she stole him away into the night while the preparations for their deaths were being made. She raised Rethlor away from the brutal, savage ways of the orcs, teaching him the ways of the elements, and how to read and write. She was kind to him, and taught him everything she knew. She even taught him the language of the humans, hoping one day he would be allowed to live among the goodly races, and help better the world, despite being an orc.

Rethlor and his mother had heard rumors that their chieftain was hunting them down, and swore he would not return to his village without their heads.

Rethlor was out in the desne forest surrounding their cave which they had made their home collecting herbs and wildflowers to be used to made medicine and healing balms, his mother was getting very old and was very ill. He looked up to see flocks of birds flying from the direction of his cave. Fearing something had happened he rushed back. It was there he saw him. His father, standing over the bloodied corpse of his mother. His father stood there, staring at him, covered in blood… and smiling. “welcome home, my son” he sneered, kicking his mother’s corpse to the side as if it were a rag. Rethlor stared, dumbfounded, at his mother. He felt a strong pressure in his chest, getting stronger and stronger. His anger was surging, he had never hated anything as much as he did his father. This hatred grew into anger, and he felt hot, like he was going to feint. He was losing control. He felt the unbottled rage of bloodlust course through his veins, and he charged. In normal combat he would keep a cool head, and use spells to defeat his enemy. But he had far from a cool head, and he wrecklessly lunged at his father.

His father was the leader of a tribe, killing the last chieftain to claim dominance, and so was no novice to combat. He easily sidestepped the lunge, and followed through with a powerful backhand that sent rethlor flying. The blow was heavy, but rethlor didn’t feel it, he was enraged. Enraged that he had no one, enraged that his village had abandoned him and his mother, and most of all, enraged that his father had killed his mother in cold blood. What a dishonorable chieftain, killing a weak, ill old orc to feeble to defend herself. The rage kept building up, rethlor kept charging, and his father laughing and easily defeating any attack he made. Rethlor became so angry his vision went black. That was the last thing he remembered. He awoke next to the mangled corpse of his father, with his own axe buried deep in his chest. He looked down and noticed he was covered in blood. Not just his fathers, but his own. He was hurt, and badly. He crawled over the discarded herbs he had collected earlier, near the mouth of the cave. He treated his injuries as best he could, and lost consciousness.

A week had passed since the fight, and he was still hurt, but he was well enough to finish his business with his family. He buried his mother in a small grave near their cave, but left his father’s body for his clan to find. He took his father’s axe, and swore on it that he would never succumb to his bloodlust again; he didn’t want to hurt any more people.

He then set out on his own, looking to find a place of acceptance, away from the orc tribes. He approached a small human village one night, in need of supplies. At the first sight on an orc the men rallied and tried to kill him where he stood. Rethlor ran as fast as he could, outrunning most of his pursuers, but a few stubborn ones persisted. He knew he couldn’t keep running at this pace, but remembered there was a river nearby. He ran straight for it, plunging into the icy mountain fed water. The villagers stopped at the shore, giving up and returning home.

This occurred over and over again, each village screaming ORC in fear and attacking. He could not hate these people, however, as he knew that finding a home would be nearly impossible, given his heritage. One day he came across a group of merchants being attacked by a group of the undead. The merchants were sorely outnumbered and outmatched. Rethlor fought hard to resist the urge to ignore them and let the undead feast. He decided at that moment that he didn’t care if he was ever accepted; he would live his life as a hermit if he had to, but he would not destroy the dream his mother had for him. He concentrated hard. Harder than he ever had before, and brought forth a mighty fireball, incinerating the undead, but leaving the men unscathed. The men saw he was an orc, and thought he meant to attack them himself, so they readied their arms against him, but stood dumbfounded as he turned and walked away. One of the men shouted, halting rethlor’s exit, and asked what his name was. He told that man, who then said he would spread word of him. “many shall hear the tale of Rethlor, the kind orc” he promised. Rethlor smiled a tusky grin, and walked away. Maybe he would be able to live among the goodly people one day. Eventually. Maybe.

Appearance: an orc wearing cloth robes, a ruby necklace given to him by his mother, wielding shamanistic magic and his father’s axe. He is currently 22 years old.

Your characters ambitions: Rethlor wishes to never again be affected by the curse of bloodlust, and to be accepted by the goodly races and live among them, and maybe the dwarves… maybe.

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?

Rethlor is like his kin in the way that he has a strong sense of honor, he hates thievery, murder, and anything unjust. Unlike his kin he has a clear mind, not wanting to rush in blindly, he devises a way to capture the bandits without killing them, and saving the elf in the process. He turns the ground at the feet of the bandits to slushy, liquidy mud. The bandits sink down, unable to free themselves. Rethlor then disperses that water, hardening the mud, and trapping the bandits. He then tells the elf to fetch the guards, while he watches over the prisoners. The elf complies, bewildered that an orc would help him. Upon returning with the guards, he finds the men still trapped, but rethlor was nowhere to be found. He explained to the guards what had happened, but they snorted loudly at the thought of an orc helping an elf. They took the bandits away, and left the ‘crazy’ elf at his cottage.

[Your character walks up to a shop in the middle of Al'Khazar. "ORC! ORC, HELP ME!" says the shop owner. "GET OUT OF MY SHOP!!!! BACK YOU FIEND!!" How does your character answer?

Rethlor quickly escapes before the guards arrive, leaving the city behind.

Thank you for taking the time to read my application. I know it’s a little long, I got a bit carried away while writing it, but I hope you enjoyed reading it and look forward to your thoughts on it.

[Repiteo 173]

Denied

Not a bad attempt, but...

Fix the format, it was a tad of an annoyance to try and read

A few parts have hints of powergaming, I think you can find them for yourself

[Repiteo 173]

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