Mainari97 Application

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Out-Of-Character:

Minecraft Account Name: mainari97

Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?: I signed, but I didn't attend to minecon.

How old are you?: 14

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Finland -2 GMT

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

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm fair player and i havent got kicked out from any server.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Abot 8-10 houers.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.: Roleplaying is the action of taking on the role of a made up character, within a fictional world.

In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are. Metagaming is using out of character information in-game, like you see someones name when he/she is talking and suddenly you know his/her name. Powergaming is using force without really doing it like for example "bob throws 500 knives at jim" It can also mean you are like the toughest person on the server and you always succeed at everything you do.

What do you expect this server will be like?: Fun and cool.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: lethalinjectionpodcast. That was crappy

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

How did you hear about us?: From my friend.

Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you? I voted. I was number 3630.

What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: mainari97

display name is skylorim.

In-Character:

Character Name: Skylorim

What is your Race?: Elf

Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): Skylorim grew up in a small village in Malnor where he spent his childhood learning how to farm from his father. Because his father had always had him working on the farm he became quite skilled in the area. His mother Aewyn had a love for literary and insisted that her child would be well read. When he became in age of 40 he left his family farm to start his own life. He heard that there was a farm about a week’s travel from his village and set out in look for work. After showing is skill in farming he was promptly hired and set to work.

After 80 years of back breaking work on the farm he had become quite well built. With a muscular but small frame and had taken up a hobby archery. Calanon the owner of the farm on which Skylorim worked had become good friends and often went hunting together.

On one of their trips Calanon suggested that Skylorim take part in the town’s archery competition that was held every year in the town square, in which he came third and as an underdog got the attention of the caption of the town guard who asked him if he was interested in enlisting in the army. After talking Calanon who urged him to go he accepted the position and began training. He showed great potential but only within archery failing at leadership due to his shyness. Although he never really progressed through the ranks of the army he was known and trusted by his comrades and every day continued to practice his archery.

At the age of 150 he was sent to spy on a family in his home town. The family was accused selling secret maps of the various forts and defensive of Malinor but they need conformation. He commander knowing that his family lived in the same village urged him not to speak with them as it my put them in danger. Even after his commanders warning he still went to see his family and was spotted by an enemy spy.

One day when he was out gathering intelligence when he saw smoke on the horizon. A deep feeling of worry overcame him. By the time he made it back to town night had settled and a snowstorm was beginning to settle of the town. He struggled through the storm to his house to find nothing but broken blackened beams and small fires being snuffed out by the snow. As he picked his way through the ashes of his home tears welled in his eyes. The hot tears streamed down his face turning to ice as they fell from his check. He heard a twig snap behind him and began to whirl around. Through his tear filled eyes he saw a dark figure rushing towards him. He went to defend himself but it was too late. He felt the cold steel run deep into his stomach and a searing pain shot through him. Gasping for air as the shock of the attack wore off rage clouded his vision he ripped the dagger from within himself and lashed out at his attacker catching him in the throat. The hooded figure collapsed into him forcing him to the ground. As the adrenalin wore off Skylorim looked to his attacker face and it dawned on him. He was no enemy it was his brother. Skylorim pulled his brothers pale face towards him and wrapped himself around his still warm body crying until the world went black.

Skylorim awoke within a small dimly lit tent. He went to sit up as he remembered what he had done. A searing pain shot through him and his hand moved to his freshly bandaged wound on his lower stomach. An Elf about Skyorim’s age stepped from the shadows and placed a hand on Akylorim’s shoulder gently pushing him back down onto his bed. She smiled at him and a fresh wave of tears washed through him and again he cried himself to sleep.

Luthien the elf who he remembered seeing on the first day he awoke sat by his side in a companionable silence. Over 20 years had passed since the death of his family. The death that he had caused. He turned to look at Luthien, her long brown hair hung down over her face framing it beautifully. He sighed and looked away. It would be many years until they again met and he wished he did not have to leave her. He had sworn on his family’s grave that he would avenge his family’s death and would not allow Luthien to get killed. He had told her that he would travel to Alras on the first boat fleeing from the city. The undead had seized majority of the lands and many were fleeing. He had decided to go to Alras in search of his families killers but Luthien’s family were waiting for one of the last boats. Luthien talents in healing were needed so she was staying. Skylorim and Luthien had shared this last moment. He would not see here for many years. They embraced and Skylorim walked down to the docks and headed onto the first available boat to Alras. As the shore faded away Skylorim went below deck and his journey begin.

Your characters ambitions: To start own kingdom, mightier than any other and to avange the death of his family.

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? Skylorim will help the elf by defeating the bandits. When bandits are defeated, Skylorim aks no reward. He knews that he has done the right thing.

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? "Do you sell ale? I'm willing to pay from it"

A screenshot of your skin: Copy and paste this.

[Schwaan 176]

Accepted.

Your biography is well developed, but your name needs to be changed. It sounds a lot like Skyrim and it's a little cheesy. Also, your skin could be a little nicer but you've caught me on a good day, so welcome to Asulon!

[Schwaan 176]

Moved to Accepted Forum

[Lirinya 4021]

Implemented