Cardz3's Application

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Out-Of-Character:

Connor Donnelly

Minecraft Account Name:

Cardz3

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

I did not go to minecon, to my great disappointment.

How old are you?:

I am thirteen. I am young but see myself as mature enough to be a good addition to LOTC.

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:

My time zone is central standard time, so therefore, i live in the United States.

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

I have lived in the United States all my life and have a complete understanding of the English language.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:

I am a thirteen year old male with a little less than a year of minecraft experience. I am admittedly an addicted minecraft gamer along with many of my friends.

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

I could be on the server five to eight hours weekly. This estimate is time spent mostly on the weekends. My time will be extremely limited during the week.

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

Roleplaying is not just acting like your character, as many believe, instead, you are the character. This is the beauty of roleplaying, because it lets you be whoever or whatever your imagination can come up with.

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

Metagaming is having your character use information that has been found outside of the game to their advantage. This creates unrealistic situations, leading away from the point of trying to create a realistic role playing world with it’s own unique people.

Powergaming is ‘winning’ an argument or fight and not giving the other player a chance to react to your actions. Ruining the point of role playing. Losing in role playing can be fun, and is necessary to keep a roleplaying experience entertaining and realistic.

What do you expect this server will be like?:

I expect this server to be full of amazing minecraftians. I have looked over the lore several times, and find it amazing how the community has caused it to grow. There are so many different aspects to the server, and looking over it has reignited the feelings of playing minecraft for the first time again.

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

I have done much server hopping in my minecraft experience, and my friends and I bought our own 24/7 server. This is the server I play the most on, but having all the power can get boring. Soon enough you feel like you’ve ‘beat the game.’ I heard of your server from a friend, looked it up, and here I am!

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

I have read the rules and accept them.

How did you hear about us?:

I heard of you from a friend, His minecraft name is Neiman22. The spelling of neiman might be wrong though.

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

I have voted twice. I don’t have first vote number, but my second is 3,044

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

Cardz3

In-Character:

Character Name:

Rovan Dyonle

What is your Race?:

Rovan prides himself on being a High Elf.

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

Rovan is a High Elf, descended from Malin, he sees himself above all others, hence then name, High Elves. For the first ten years of his life Rovan was spoiled. He lived on the outskirts of the Elder Tree City and had everything he wished for. He was, frankly, a brat.

This changed the day that Rovan’s father left, he said he was going to fight the Mori'Quessir, and make them pay for invading his homeland. He wanted to stop everything that caused this threat to his people. Rovan’s mother stopped caring for him and laid in bed all day and night wailing, utterly depressed. Rovan was now forced to care of someone else for the first time in his life. He was constantly afraid that he’d wake up and hear some city official knocking at his door, demanding that he be separated from his mother.

This day did come.

When Rovan was fourteen his mother was sent to an asylum, and he was left alone. He wandered for the forests of Malinor for days looking for someone, anyone to help him. He lucked upon a small hut deep inside the heart of the forest. He weakly cried for help and collapsed on the ground. An old elf heard his cry and looked out his door. He saw the boy and took pity on him. He brought him into his home and cared for him until he awoke. Rovan quickly learned from his stories that his name was Demus Matenoke, and he was a retired member of the warrior guild.

When Rovan was well again, he asked to be trained in the ways of the sword by Demus. He accepted but only on the condition that he would keep his small property clean, as he was becoming to old to have enough energy to train Rovan and care for his home. And so they came to an agreement. Rovan would do all of Demus’ work, from his fields to his house, exactly as Demus wished. In return, Demus would teach Rovan how to use a sword. Rovan learned quickly and over time, the small pale boy from his childhood disappeared into a strong burly elf. On the seventh anniversary of Rovan’s training, Demus gave Rovan his blessing, to have all his wishes fulfilled and to stay away from harm. He then sent him out into the world on his own. By human standards, Rovan was a man and he believes he is. However, at the age of twenty-one, he is a small child to the elders of his race.

And so his adventures are only beginning.

Physical Description:

A tall strong elf by the age of twenty one and 6 foot 3. He is always seen with his light leather armor on and fashions a small green bracelet. His hair is a silver color, like many other high elves, and his skin shines a pale gold. He has dark blue eyes that are full of youth and he radiates a feeling of controlled power

Personality:

Rovan is full of pride, and his arrogance can get him into trouble when he feels his pride is insulted.

Strengths and Weaknesses:

He is strong with the sword, because of his training, but weak with other weapons. He has had no training with bows, and sees axes as peasant weapons. His years of working for Demus have lead to him being proficient at cutting wood and farming.

Your characters ambitions:

 

To bring back the former glory of the High Elves and find his lost father.

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?

 

Rovan would walk up to the bandits demanding them to stop. At first making an effort to drive the bandits off without unnecessary combat.

Rovan:Leave the Elf alone, let us move beyond this petty disagreement and go our separate ways

Bandit 1: Why do you believe you have any influence on our actions, this is a...personal matter, and none of your business

Bandit 2: Yes, step aside boy, or we will have the unfortunate task of making you move.

Rovan: I warn you, do not underestimate me, it shall be your undoing. *Rovan waves his sword threateningly*

Bandit 1: last chance boy, fight or flight.

BAndit 2: or to put it another way, life or death, *The bandit smiles maliciously*

Rovan: Ha! do not make me laugh. The choice lies with you, do you choose to fight here? Or live to see another day? I, for one, am staying.

Elf: Sir, please do not put yourself at risk, your young recklessness will find you much trouble here.

Rovan: *whispers* quiet, fool! Do not worry about me, if fighting breaks out do your best to get to a safer place. These petty bandits shall be no match for me.

Bandit 2: Why don’t you say those words to our faces? *the bandit scowls*

Rovan: *pauses, weighing his odds and glancing at the bandits’ equipment* All right then, I believe you petty criminals are no match for a trained High Elf such as myself.

Bandit 1: Don’t be an arrogant pest! Now, step aside! *the bandits draw their swords and advance towards Rovan*

Rovan quickly darts to his left, feints a thrust at the first bandit, then spins and slices at the second. He pays for his carelessness and receives a sharp pain in his back from the first bandit’s dagger, it is not deep, but painful. He then steps inside the reach of the second bandit’s sword. Then quickly dispatches him with a sharp blow from the hilt of his sword. The bandit falls to the ground, unconscious. Rovan ducks his head as he hears the swoosh of the first bandit’s incoming blade. From a crouched stance he slices at his enemy’s right knee. The criminal falls to the ground in pain. Rovan stands over him with a cruel look on his face, he is in pain, but does not show it.

Rovan: do not oppose those who are your superiors in battle. *Rovan thinks of killing the man, but decides there has been enough killing today* Go! and leave helpless travelers alone!

*the bandit nods in terror and quickly limps away*

Elf: *stares at Rovan in awe* I do not know what to say...

Rovan: Nothing at all sir, have a nice day.

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?

Rovan: *Looks at the merchant’s goods* I see you have some iron there

Merchant: Yes sir, straight from the dwarves themselves! *He gives a convincing smile*

Rovan: We shall see about that. *inspects the iron* tell you what, I’ll give you 900 minas for half the stack.

Merchant: *sputters* ridiculous! for that much iron I ask 1750 minas at my minimum!

Rovan: *looks at the merchant disapprovingly* I will settle for 1300 minas, *sighs* do not make this difficult please.

Merchant: *frowns* I will take your offer, but I ask you this-

Rovan: *raises his hand and sighs* the deal is done, why must we continue with petty talk?

Merchant: Because I wish to know where you received this money. I cannot be dealing with criminals... *eyes Rovan suspiciously*

Rovan: *an angry flare appears in his eye* Do not insult me! If you must know, you nosy pest, I got it off of one of these criminals you speak of, after knocking him unconscious. *Rovan reacquires his businesslike state* Now hand over the iron if you please.

Merchant: *hands shaking* Yes sir, right away sir!

Rovan: *taps his foot as he receives the iron and says angrily* Good day!

Rovan then quickly marches away.

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