Lrownage's Alternate Account Application (3)

[Rom 59]

Out-Of-Character

Main Minecraft Account Name: LROWNAGE

Alternate Minecraft Account Name: Daechiir

In your own words, define what the act of Roleplaying is: Roleplaying is taking on the life, characteristics and behaviour of another, sometimes fictional, character in order to create an atmosphere that is both realistic and enjoyable.

In your own Words, define what the act of Metagaming is: Metagaming is using out-of-character information in character. This can sometimes be accidental, blatant or simply because the player did not know about metagaming. Example: Giving co-ordinates is metagaming as your character obviously doesn't have a grid reference for every location on the map memorised into his brain.

In your own Words, define what the act of Powergaming is: Powergaming is forcing another player to do something in character in order to gain an advantage over a purely player-based situation. This is a way that players try to keep their items or not lose minas, as they refuse to die and hold up RP and ruin the RP for others. Example: Daechiir runs at the man and slices off his head! This gives the player no time to react and forces them into a position that they do not want to be in.

In-Character:

Character Name: Daechiir

What Race are you?: Daechiir is an elf.

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): Daechiir is a dark 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.): Daechiir was born in a small elven town not far from the outskirts of Salvus. His parents were both dark elves, his father owned the town butchery and his mother was a farmer. Until she died. She was killed in a bandit raid on the town and whilst they were busy, the bandits murdered Daechiir's mother and ran away with her valuables, leaving Daechiir and his father to cope on their own. Daechiir's father was wrecked by the sudden loss of his wife and in mourning, he became addicted to ale and sadly, redstone. Whilst his father was an emotional wreck that dare not leave the house, Daechiir was busy with his schooling and, more imporatantly, being bullied by the other children.

Daechiir had been in twenty fights before he had even become a teenager, his classmates picking on him and teasing him just because of his father. He became slowly secluded form everyone, spending more and more time alone, running the butchery, the job his father was meant to be doing. He worked the shop in the mornings, from the sixth hour of the day until the ninth, when he had to leave for school. When he returned he ran it from the fourth hour until the eighth hour of the day in order to get money for him and his father to buy food with. His father became more and more fragile, slowly losing his mind and all his feelings for his son, Daechiir. He began to beat him and force him to buy more redstone using his own school lunch money. Daechiir didn't care, he'd only have it stolen from him anyway. By the time he was halfway through adolescence he spent all his school time and social time by himself. He sat by himself in class, at the mess hall and in the butchery that had slowly fallen into a state of disrepair. Machines once slick and easily operable stood dormant, waiting to be used again, the meat had gone off and was locked in the cellar, giving an awful stench in the air around the shop. Dried blood coated the walls form where pigs had been killed, and where Daechiir had sliced himself. For his young age he had many scars, which he chose to hide using long robes and a bandanna to cover has mouth, form the time when his father had “taught him a lesson” by slicing his mouth and removing a few of his teeth. His skin had become paler than that of normal dark elves due to him spending so much time inside and alone. His eyes were almost always bloodshot and he became even more reclusive than he had been before. He reached the young age of 120 and that was when everything changed. Aegis fell. He ran to the portal to the Verge, not looking back because he dared not see the horror that were chasing him and so many others. He saw behind him, his father fell to the floor, prey to the viscous zombies and was eaten alive, before his very eyes. Daechiir felt no sorrow, no remorse. This man who had called himself a father had brought Daechiir nothing but pain and anger all his life and, though he didn't say it, he was happy the old man was gone. One less trouble in his life. He continued his sprint to the portal and fell through, caught in the flurry of wind and light that sent him plummeting into the Verge. And then he kept running.

He lived in a small house not far from the original portal, helping those in need as he knew what it was like to be left out on food, warmth and shelter. He used his mastery in butchery to help prepare meals and to hunt food for the camp. When everyone moved on he hung back, keeping himself to himself as he always had. And then, when he reached the age of 235, he left the hut he called a home, took with him all his belongings and ventured off to find the new sanctuary...

What is your Character's ambitions?: Daechiir's ambitions are to keep himself in power, stopping anyone form putting him down either verbally or physically, and helping those that were in the same position as he was.

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): Attached:

Other Information about your Character: Daechiir despises bullying, harassment and discrimination of all types. If he sees someone being bullied or abused, he will help them in any way he can, a lot if the time helping to fight them off for the poor soul being attacked.

Open-Response-Questions Answer at least three out of five listed

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? Daechiir cursed, ducking down into the bushes. From the quick glance he got of the men, the appeared to be donned in iron clad, making them both strong opponents. He risked another peek and saw one of them, holding a diamond sword to the halfling's throat. The other was simply standing by with a bow on his back. “So he's the archer of the two,” Daechiir whispered to himself. He needed to get their attention moved to somewhere else, for his sake and the halfling's. He scanned his surroundings and picked up a rock, with well-rounded edges. He poked his head round the corner of the pillar he was stood behind and looked at the men. Then, looking behind him he saw an orc, a large orc at that. He looked like a tough customer, maybe the diamond armour gave it away? Daechiir smiled, a plan in his mind, and threw the rock at the orc's head, it bounced harmlessly off his helmet, just as Daechiir had expected. The orc whirled around and yelled “Da skah?!” looking for the one who threw the rock. Daechiir sprinted to the men, and asked “The orc is after me, help!” the men realised that the orc had quite some loot on him and nodded to each other, walking over to the orc and beginning to fight with him. It was obvious that the halfling wasn't worth their time, and this orc was a much bigger prize. Daechiir watched them brawl, he found it was quite entertaining.

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? Daechiir looked at the wares the man has on offer, looking for something he might find useful. Daechiir had a thought, “Maybe this man has some iron that I need,” and then asked the man as politely as possible, “Sir, do you happen to have any iron bars behind the counter?”

“Bars?” the man replied, “Aye, I think I may 'ave some somewhere,” The man rooted around the box he had beneath the counter and whilst he did, Daechiir glanced back at some men, sellswords by the look of them, and heard “dark elf” mentioned in their conversation. He knew they were talking about him. He just shrugged, used to it, and looked back as the man produced three iron bars.

“One 'undred an' fifty minas.” he said proudly, hoping to get some good money. Daechiir's eyes widened, knowing that was too much.

“No thanks, that's a little much for me.” Daechiir simply said and began walking, ignoring the sellswords and the man's pitiful attempts to barter. He didn't seem like the sharpest knife in the drawer Daechiir thought, smiling to himself.

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?: Daechiir sighs, seeing such an obvious trap for bandits, that and the fact that there was redstone lining the floor. After his father's years of addiction he knew what the stuff looked like anyway. Daechiir turned, deciding It'd be best to leave it be, and continued on his way.

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? “Hail travellers, what news is there?”

“Ah news, bandits are on the prowl around Renatus, best not head that way if I were you.”

Daechiir nods, contemplating a way to get past these troublesome bandits. Perhaps a route around Renatus? Who'd want to go there anyway, it had a bad reputation for a reason. Daechiir smiled to himself at this last thought, and the travellers caught sight of his small grin.

“What's so funny?” one asked, his head cocked to the side confusedly.

“Hm? Oh, nothing. I was simply thinking to my self that no one would want to go to Renatus anyway,”

The man laughed at this comment, and nodded agreeing with Daechiir.

“Please, stay a while. I'm sure you have more jokes than that to be shared?”

“A comedian? No, I'm a butcher sir.”

“A butcher? Then you can help prepare the meal, we'll pay you for it.”

Daechiir thought about the offer, pondering whether it was worth his time or not. In the end he just said, “Right, what needs chopping?”

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?: Daechiir hesitates before raising his hand from the small crowd that had gathered to listen to the guards.

“I'll help!” Daechiir called to the men, who beckoned him from the crowd. The guard leader said to him “Thanks lad, much appreciated,” he then turned back to the crowd and called,#

“Any more volunteers? No? Alright then.” He then turned back to Daechiir and his men.

“Right boys, here's how it'll go. You two take the high ground, bows at the ready to give us some covering fire. The rest of you, follow me.”

He looked at Daechiir and asked: “Think ye can keep up?”

Daechiir smiled and replied, “I was about to ask the same of you.”

“Well then, let's get moving!”

Daechiir followed the men out of town and around the corner, reaching down for his sword as he readied himself for the conflict that was to come.

[High Prophetess Mezua~ ♥ ツ 144]

I really enjoyed reading this. It's not everyday we get really good apps. However, your lore is off.

Daechiir was born in a small elven town not far from the outskirts of Salvus.

He reached the young age of 120 and that was when everything changed. Aegis fell.

Please fix this.

I'm giving you 2 hours to fix this. Send me a PM when you fix it.

(It's currently 5:10pm EST)) So you have until 7:10pm EST to fix it, otherwise you'll have to wait 24 hours to re-submit. <3

[High Prophetess Mezua~ ♥ ツ 144]

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