Randombuddhist's App #2

[RandomBuddhist 0]

Out-Of-Character:

Minecraft Account Name: RandomBuddhist

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

How old are you?: I’m 13 years old.

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: U.S., Central Time.

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes. I can communicate my ideas clearly and legibly, although I may misspell a word here or there.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I’m interested in philosophy and strategy – I love thinking in-depth on things that seem little, like which class to choose in a game, etc. I am both a person of extremes and of moderation – I believe in coming together when being different, and I’m usually flexible when choosing a class/character in a game.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Honestly, I’m afraid to think about it. When I’m not busy with other things, I can probably be playing minecraft 20-30 hours a week, maybe even more (if it’s a good server).

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.: Roleplaying is basically becoming someone you are not and interacting with others who are doing the same – this means taking on the personality, goals, strengths, weaknesses, etc. of the character you are pretending to be. I am a bit inexperienced at RP, but I’m fairly confident I’ll do fine.

In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are. Powergaming is basically like not giving the person you are RP’ing with a choice, and basically being an overpowered troll. Metagaming is using out-of-character information while roleplaying, like calling someone by their Minecraft name rather than their RP name.

What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect this server will be a mature, friendly environment where I can get a taste of both beautiful building and intense pvp.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: ] I’ve jumped around on a lot of servers, but I’ve only stuck with a few. Arkcraft, Dangazzm, and Shatteredmines are probably three of the main servers I’ve played on. I started with Dangazzm, a kind of rpg/pvp place, but the server went down one morning and didn’t come back up. A few months later I heard about Arkcraft, which had the same community as Dangazzm and was very similar to it, so I moved there. I played on Arkcraft for a time, but then that too went down when the owners couldn’t afford to pay for the server anymore, and our whole server migrated to shatteredmines, a hardcore pvp place with heroes and factions. And – you guessed it – shatteredmines went down too, and I came here, having heard of this server from some of my friends on Arkcraft. Other servers that I have been on I left because of failure whitelist systems, corruption of staff members, server going dark, and boredom.

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

How did you hear about us?: I heard about LoTC from a friend on a previous server.

Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you? I voted for the server following the forum link… it didn’t give me a number though. If you are asking for the captcha, it was something like “oiodspo 169”.

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

In-Character:

Character Name: Cursolus.

What is your Race?: I’m an elf.

Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): On the coldest, longest night of the year, a wind picked up in a distant mountain. It swept down, through the hills, through the trees and the rivers, until it reached a lone boy, who had yet to reach his 20th year, trudging across a snowy, frozen lake, buffeting his tattered white tunic and trousers. His regal, golden hair belied the slump in his step and the weary fire in his eyes.

Behind him in the mist, one could just make out a small wooden house with glowing windows…

Their family was one of the only few that survived in the Wilds. Because of this, his parents drove him hard. They only stayed in a home for a few weeks at most, and during that time, he was either building the house, mining for materials, or watching the night for possible intruders. He had no free time, and because of this, his favorite hobby was one of the only things that could be done while slaving over chores – thinking.

…He did not look back at the house, though…

He often thought about running. Escaping from home, from his parent’s cruel ways… but he knew he would never get very far without them, for they never taught him how to wield the sword, and thus he was chained to them in fear of perishing to bandits in the Wilds.

…His right hand rested upon the sword of iron he had stolen from his father…

He practiced only in the latest hours of the night, when his parents were least likely to catch him. At first he had been clumsy, often cutting himself and dropping the weapon, but as time wore on, he developed a predatory grace as he danced from stance to stance, the sword flashing in the moonlight. He was nothing close to a blademaster, but he knew that he could defend himself if necessary.

…but his left hand touched nothing, for it was still covered in burn marks that had yet to heal…

He had once tried delving into magic, which resulted in him almost being caught by his parents as well as a fine burn across his left hand. It would heal in time, he knew, but Cursolus decided that magic should best be left untouched until he could find a proper teacher.

…He arrived at the opposite shore, but there was a good 20 yards of unfrozen water guarding the sands. He paused for a moment, considering, then with a gritting of teeth, he leapt in…

His parents stayed late talking over where they should next go one night. Cursolus eyed his father’s sword, for if the harsh world had taught him one thing, it was determination, and he did not want to let such a tiny risk stop him from learning the sword. But he was no fool, and if the world had taught him a second thing, it was to be rational and think over his decisions before acting. Resignedly, he crept under the covers.

…The water was cold, but he knew in his heart that there were much colder things that inhabited the world…

The bandits came without warning, right as his eyes drifted shut. Leaping out of bed, he ran for the door, picking up a stave on the way out. It wouldn’t do much against swords, but it was better than nothing. However, as he ran out of the house, he relaxed, for the battle cries of the bandits made them seem much more dangerous than they were, and their front yard was decorated with bodies covered in his mothers arrows, and limbs that had been severed by his father’s sword. But as he raised his eyes, he saw his father standing over the last bandit of the group, his sword raised…

…It was so cold…

He saw fear in the eyes of the bandit, and realized that the bandit, too, was only trying to survive.

“No!” He cried.

He scrambled to his father, and caught his arm right as it fell, stopping the blade short. The father turned, and in his eyes was no innocent fear, only wide shock that turned into animalistic hate. He felt his father’s boot slam into his gut, and stumbled backwards. As he looked up, he saw the bandit once more with his terrified eyes, and then his father’s sword sliced through his shoulder, across his chest, out his hip… but the sword did not stop. It continued past the bandit and the tip of the weapon brushed into his stomach, and with a mutter of “Foolish boy,” his father went back inside.

…The sand and dirt in the water made the scar on his stomach burn…

Pain. Great pain, flaring into his body, into his mind, into his soul… why had his father hurt him? Why? He only wanted to help the bandit… and yet…

…He crawled onto the shore, then slowly stood…

The realization came to him suddenly. He was no longer safe with his own parents, his merciless, cruel parents. It was time to being a new life.

…He started walking again. He did not cry. He did not look back.

He just kept walking.

Your characters ambitions: The main goal of Cursolus is to seek knowledge, explore the world, make friends, and spread his ideas of ethical living.

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? Cursolus would most likely evaluate the situation – if the bandits look very powerful, then he would move on his way and try to stay out of sight, if it looked like his helping out the elf would make a difference, then he would.

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? “Greetings, good merchant. What wares have you to offer?”

A screenshot of your skin:

Other Information: N/A

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Welcome to Asulon! Very nice bio chum, I liked the way you set it out. I believe you would be a good addition to the server.

Please be patient while an admin implements you.

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