Application - Kwenith

[Kwenith 2]

Minecraft Account Name: Kwenith

How old are you?: Nineteen

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Standard Time -5 / Connecticut

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes I have a decent ability to articulate my self with the English language in Roleplaying.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I've been a huge gamer ever since I was a little guy roaming on the computer, other than day to day normality I go through in my life. I'm a trust worthy guy, working towards a future in cooking I'm currently a senior in High School looking to go to a culinary school.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I don't spend too much time doing anything other than, school, work, chatting with friends and gaming. I could easily spend at least 80 plus hours a week on this server, more if I get into it.

What do you know about Role playing? Give a definition of what it means to you: That it can take place anywhere doing anything that you wish, Roleplaying is a completely infinite series of possibilities giving the writer complete indulgence into the scenarios he or she wishes to create.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: My Roleplaying experience comes from the past of World of Warcraft RP servers I have been a part of and the guild that came along with it, I have also been a part of Dungeons and Dragons and the in depth RP that comes along with that setting.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-Gaming is taking information from other sources found that would give you some incite or knowledge into the RolePlay that you are currently in, adding you to some advantage with information.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power-Gaming is completely and totally dominating the metaphorical battlefield in a RolePlay, putting all your effort into denying any progress in the other opponents actions.

What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it to be a fun new experience as I have never had a chance to Roleplay in Minecraft, I am looking forward to meeting the community more.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: My best friend and I have owned our server for quite a while now and still play on it, but we have been getting a tad bit lonely just playing with our close net friends. So we are looking to play on a server that is successful to meet new people and have a fun enjoyable Roleplay experience.

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

Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Yes.

How did you hear about us?: From a friend that use to play on this server, though one of the other friends that brought it to my attention is still currently playing here.

Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?: Yes I have and my number was 3,618.

In-Character:

Character Name: Kwenith

What Race are you?: Elf

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): Wood Elf

Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): Residing in a small cabin like house overgrown by trees and mossy encroaching plants and shrubbery, this gave the small house that his father and Kwenith resided in a nice hidden aspect allowing it to be passed by without a second glace by travelers. This was aid to his father with a perfect place to live with raising his only child while he cared for and protected the sacred plants and gardens holding secret herbs to the elf's hidden without the forest, caring for them with his very life and training his ever growing son to do the same, but only after his father has passed as he was a diligent man. The family came to this forest as asked by the druids to do so once Kweniths mother had been taken giving birth to him, it was a devastating loss to his father, but pulling through seeing qualities in his dear passed wife already on Kweniths new born face.

Kwenith stood a tall seven foot four, holding him self high in pride for his strength in his people having an intense pulling to honor in anyway his past people especially those closely related feeling as if they were always there with him in the thick of the woods. His hair a lush brown hair given from his father lords of the land and the woods, having it pulled back and wrapped in a small ribbon like string that his father had given him from his mother, the only keep sake from her along with his lute, her favorite instrument. His clothing that he wore and kept in extremely immaculate condition was a dark brown over coat slightly open for his acrobatics among the trees giving him immense twist in his body, though strangely under this he had a white shirt of a seemingly soft cloth given to him from his father, it gave him away easily in the forest but it made him easier on the eyes for humans when the two kinds met. His pants almost green color held up by a weaved belt also made by his father, though among his apparel that resided on his body this was all made by his father to protect him, and the one thing in the world that reminded his so ever sad father of his darling wife now passed, Kweniths eyes.

Living in the far woods he often ran errands and practices for his father that needed to be done daily, but with his fathers falling life it needed to be done for the druids had tasked him with there treatment. The herbs that the forest hid were of extreme value to the non native peoples of the world, but kept hidden from them, the druids feared they may be too extravagant for there control. Very few had even seen them but since his father had been tasked with the duty, it was already being prepared for Kweniths attention to be given to the forest for his future life.

The news traveled to the few family members of Kwenith and his father, but the only one that would have congratulated his young son did it with the wrong motives, Kweniths mothers brother. For he had a immense grudge towards the man that had taken his dear sisters life with his forsaken son, building a almost psychotic delusion that by killing both of them his sister would return. Setting out with gifts and a jolly but devilish smile he requested to be given an audience with Kwenith and his father at there home, it was strangely accepted by the druids, they gave him the directions only by voice to the forest and home, for the location hadn't been written on anything since the forest was born to hide the secret herbs.

One day tending to the secret herbs in spots that may not be named, Kwenith was basking in what little sun the trees overhead let through holding his lute in one hand while his other rested his arm gently over his eyes shielding them from its bright rays. Upon losing his sense of time in the relaxation he smelt the faint sent of pain and death, heat if it were to be anything. As he did he scuttled along the lush grounds hastening as he ran through the trees, the branches almost moving from his path as he ran through them. But since he had not spoken to his father about anything in the past seven days, as it had been his turn to tend to the secret herbs he suddenly dropped to his knees in complete disbelief seeing that his once magnificent house was now ablaze. His uncle laying outside passed out from the smoke, his father still inside, but as he noticed that fact, that his father was not in sight. He darted up on his feet again running along the grass and moss but once reaching his house he did little to stop his motion, letting him self into the air as he slipped through the window rolling once he touched the floor thankfully that hadn't been licked by the flame. seeing his father pinned under one of the once magical roofs that had given them warmth all those long years, it held him against the floor for it had fallen, the enormous size preventing kwenith from lifting it as he laid down by his father to see if he was alive. As his father jolted forward grabbing Kweniths shirt and pulling him close, whispering in his ear the very happenings of that day as he passed away on the last word, but said enough for kwenith to know every little bit. He then stood up with such anger in his eyes clouding his judgement as he slowly walked out of the collapsing building he had for so long called home to the ground outside his door. As he looked around noticing his uncle was infact not passed out from the smoke he had been pretending, letting kwenith inside hoping for us both to parish, but fled as he had thought his task complete. The fire spread to the trees and the moss, the shrubbery and the vines, the mushrooms and the branches, engulfing every inch slowly but fiercely taking his home from him. Kwenith gripped his lute in hand and vowed to his very soul that he would avenge his father, turning away as branches fell around him as if he didn't care, making his way to the human cities to begin his search for that dreaded uncle.

What is your Character's ambitions?:

My ambitions you ask? well you see i have grown to become a strong man in the fields of alchemy and herbalism fashioning poisons and herbs to cure the sick using my work to provide for my playings and learning more about the bardic way of the lute in memory of my mother. I wish to become a grounds keeper in an estate serving the Master of that manor but my really reasons behind it is to find the where abouts of my uncle. This second agenda of mine that yearns to find the uncle that was once a loved brother to my beloved mother and to confront him about that days happenings. Also in my other mind set I wish to recreate my own beautiful home and the garden in my own memory to do justice in which my father never could to the plants and nature.

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): the bow but it seems the sword a close second.

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? his personality and his true want to bring the world out from the horrid scape that is provided and allow the world to become beautiful in the way of the nature with his lute causing mountains to form and plants to go

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Open-Response-Questions

Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond? Slowly walking out of the temple as he sees this happening with his sharp elf eyes, standing there for but a moment letting the wind from the temple blow through his hair taking in a deep breath as he thinks about the sight pondering his close to come actions. But through his thoughts he remembers he knows little about the land and the laws for his father had only told him stories about his people and not the humans. Slowly but surely he reaches the base of the stairs to the temple, taking a long and nerving walk past the three.

Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response? Standing in front of the man gazing down at the display of objects perusing them for any worth, giving much thought into each item as the merchant seemed to be a nice man, not giving him my time of day would be rude. But as I finish gazing my eyes meet his, engaging him in pointless conversation as to warm his mind up to me I kindly give him the description of my uncle asking if he had seen him, but as he tells me he has not my manors fade as I slowly walk out of the stall.

Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?: As he has been wondering in the wilds and was slightly fatigued he begins to use this small camp as a shelter from the elements, brewing him self a stew from some of the many herbs and plants he had with him. But as he leaves he leaves a bowl of piping hot brew on the chest, as to give it to the man that forgot his belongings in thanks for the hospitality.

Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond? Slowly stumbling to them I ask if they could assist me in bringing my self back to full health, offering them some special medicines from my belongings. As they accept laying me onto a bed in one of the close by huts I lean up in beg ignoring my pain, giving the man of the house the description of my uncle asking if he had seen him at all. The man sadly replies he hasn't as I let me self pass out from the disappointing words.

You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?: Sitting up in his chair knocking it over with the back side of his legs from the force in which he had stood he looks at the man that gave him the information and asks him if there are any elf's present in the strife not giving the man the description of his uncle as he was already leaving. The man still walking out the building as he turns to me and says he hasn't, dissatisfied over his lack of knowledge on his uncle he sits back down completely ignoring the trouble outside the town.

[James Undercroft 129]

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[James Undercroft 129]

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