Fenraith's Application

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Out-Of-Character:

Minecraft Account Name:

Fenraith

Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?:

No.

How old are you?:

15.

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:

Central/U.S.A.

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

Yes.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:

I am a sparky, quick-witted teen who is an avid fan of medieval fantasy role-playing. I game in my off-time, and I'm a drummer in a band called Eibeckt.

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

I could average 10-15 hours a week.

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

To me, role-playing involves when one steps into the shoes of a character that is created around their preferred attributes. They travel to different dimensions and universes, becoming the ultimate adventurer in their mind. Role-playing allows you to learn a new spell, sink a battleship, and befriend a king all before dinner.

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

Meta-gaming involves you using OOC knowledge to enhance yourself IC. This could be in the form of game guides to exploiting a known bug or glitch in a game to give yourself the advantage.

Power-gaming occurs when one player has absolute control over a situation. An example similar to this would be a mob grinder, where the player can not be harmed and the opposing enemy has no options or choices. Else, it could be a very skilled PvP player.

What do you expect this server will be like?:

I expect TLOTC to be a rich, vibrant experience that is different from most servers that claim to be the "best at role-playing." I hope to see a friendly and welcoming community, as well as ingenious and skilled foes.

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

The one server that I truly played on was Pixelville, which eventually shut down.

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

I have.

How did you hear about us?:

Minestatus and YouTube videos.

Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?

I have. I was Voter #1077.

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

Fenraith

In-Character:

Character Name:

Fenraith Savency Arandor

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.):

Fenraith was born under a crescent moon in the quiet nation of Malinor. His parents named him so because of the name's deep roots in their family heritage. Even though they were overcome by joy, Fenraith's parents had to adjust their lifestyle to fit his needs. His mother, Elmania, quit her job at an herbists' shop and his father, Tiivan, worked extra hours at the local farm, which gradually brought him stress and fatigue.

Despite all of these curses, Fenraith was raised in an orderly and managed household. He did not understand debt while he was young, but his family seemed to be knee deep in it. Tiivan would come home with a scowl on his face and a less-than-happy attitude. This would usually lead to arguments that would get physical even in front of Fenraith. But he was still a toddler, and he learned to accept those arguments as a way of life. He enjoyed playing alone in his small, dimly lit room on the floor mat. His father would bring him various trinkets and toys that were found along the road. Fenraith would create multiple scenarios and plots with his colorful imagination, and with that he would play to his heart's content.

You may be wondering why he always played alone and never with any of the other Elven children outside. The Arandors lived in an area of Malinor where wealth towered over honor, and they were viewed as inferior by the other residents. This never affected Fenraith, however, as he enjoyed being alone. Especially considering the fact that he didn't have to share his special toys.

When Fenraith was around the age of six, his mother started teaching him the common tongue, and he caught on quickly and mastered it with finesse. She would show him where to find the common herbs and plants used in herbology. Using those, he was taught how to combine them into handy potions that would heal wounds and, in some cases, even make you run a little faster. His father was always working, so Fenraith was never able to see him that often.

Fenraith had just struck the age of twelve when his father told him that he was to go to work with him at the farm. Fenraith was horrified by the predicament, and on the first day, he could barely be dragged out of their small house. When they arrived, he stuck close to his father and obediently followed every command that he was given by his father. Over the next few years of working on the farm, he had learned a hand in every part of farming, from wheat planting to cleaning out the pigs' pens.

Fenraith was around seventeen when he arrived home one day to find a notice stuck to the front door. He snatched it off and quickly read it. The contents of the letter made his knees shake and a chilling fear come over his body. His family was being evicted from their household due to taxes unpaid over the last few months. "How could this happen? I thought that my pay helped out a lot!" he thought.

His mother and father were grief-stricken when told of the news, but they collected themselves and their belongings and eventually departed from Fenraith's life-long household. On the way out of the city they lived in, children would run alongside them and ignorantly laugh at them due to their situation. The whole way, Elmania was covered in tears and Tiivan could only stare ahead, attempting to hold back his own sadness.

They eventually reached the Wilderness of Malinor, and decided to set up camp somewhere along a stream or a river. They came across one, and quickly settled in, with Elmania gathering supplies and Tiivan and Fenraith building tents and a fireplace. Fenraith was quite unskilled at this, so he just followed what his father did in hopes of recreating it perfectly. The need for food was obvious when they finally finished making their tents and lighting the fire. "I can gather some plants and herbs for us to eat...," said Elmania, trailing off. Tiivan quickly dismissed that suggestion and told Fenraith that he had better learn from him how to hunt their food.

Fenraith had always been a lover of animals, fascinated by their every twist and turn. However, due to their predicament, he listened to his father and followed him around on his hunting trips. They would catch anything they could find, from roaming cattle to those pesky birds that always seem to find their way in front of your path.

They had been doing this for over a year now, and Fenraith grew skilled in the technique of tracking his prey, waiting for the perfect moment, and effectively killing it. He learned how to skin the animal, strip it of its valuable parts, and find some other use for the rest. They followed a strict "no leftovers" policy.

One day, Fenraith was preparing for another day of hunting when Tiivan said, "Son, I have grown old and tired. I ask of you to go alone for this one time, and let me rest." Fenraith's breath was caught in his throat, but he obeyed and started off. It took him a few days to eventually discover a small herd of cattle, where he quickly killed off two of them before the rest could run away. He smiled at the thought of surprising his parents with bags full of beef, and this fantasy kept him going for the trip back home. He followed the river that lay adjacent to their camp, and when he arrived at the foot of the hill that lay between him and the camp, he looked up into the sky and noticed smoke billowing from the other side of the hill.

"A fire already at this hour? They must have been expecting me around this time...," he thought. Making his way up the fairly tall hill, he hit the crest and started down the other side. What he would see next would forever change the course of his life. Down below, he could see the two mangled bodies of Tiivan and Elmania, and behind them was the source of fire that was their tents. He threw down his bags and ran to them, noticing bits and pieces of their things thrown this way and that. Hysterically, he fell over and started weeping, for he now knew that while he was gone, their camp had been hit by a traveling group of raiders. He damned whoever had done this to him, and he quickly searched the camp for any supplies that may have been spared. He soon gathered his bags he dropped and left, but not before he dug out two graves at the foot of the hill. In those graves he placed his dear mother and father, with their heads turned towards each other. He finished covering them up, and was on his way down the road, away from Malinor. It wasn't evident, but he was deeply sorrowed on the inside with an outer shell of hatred on the outside.

Fenraith stands at 6'7' with sweeping grey hair and piercing purple eyes. His pasty white skin contrasts with his earthen-colored wear, which has become a staple item when he hunts as it helps him blend with his surroundings.

Your characters ambitions:

To become a master of the hunt and befriend anyone who he comes across.

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?

Fenraith spies the two bandits that are giving the fellow Elf trouble. He retrieves his worn bow and draws a metal-tipped arrow to the bow's fullest power. Using his gifted sight, he fires the arrow and it hits its marks in between the eyes of one of the bandits. The other bandits notices this and turns, letting go of the Elf. The Elf siezes this moment and stabs the shocked bandit from behind, pushing his body over onto the first one.

"Thank you, good friend. I will take care of these bodies," says the Elf.

Fenraith nods and shakes the Elf's hand and continues on his way.

Your character walks up to a shop in a quiet market. "Hello, my good sir!" says the shop owner. "What may I help you with today?" How does your character answer?

"I was wondering if your shop had stock of some waterskins that I may need. Mine have almost worn out and I wish to purchase some new ones before these fall apart."

A screenshot of your skin:

Other Information:

None or than the fact that I hope that this application meets and exceeds the expectations of the reviewer. Happy crafting!

[High Prophetess Mezua~ ♥ ツ 144]

This is a well written biography and it really shows the depth of the character. I enjoyed the thought you put into this.

Have fun on the server and I hope to see you ingame~

[High Prophetess Mezua~ ♥ ツ 144]

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