Twilightwolf's Application Attempt 3

[TwilightWolf 901]

Out-Of-Character

Minecraft Account Name: TwilightWolf9012

How old are you?: 17

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST US

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes, it is my native language.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: My name is Morgan, a girl from eastern US. I enjoy video games, horseback riding, and the outdoors. My pride and joy is my athletic mare, Black Pearl.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Approximately 12-7 hours

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: It means taking on the role of a provided or self-made character through taking on the character’s emotions, actions, abilities, etc.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I have extensive professional experience with acting on stage.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-gaming, in the case of roleplaying, is using out of character information in character.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power-Gaming is the act of having an unfair advantage. For example, an orc grunt who can brew ale, use a sword, mine, farm, use a bow, and build very well. Not allowing other players to react is also an act of Power-Gaming. For example, "George draws his sword and stabs Jim." To make this statement more fair for the other player, a good revised version would be "George draws his sword, and prepares to lunge at Jim." (Poor Jim)

What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect this server to be fun, ever changing, fair, and well monitored.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I have played on Equestria, but left due to terrible overall server setup.

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

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

Yes, I promise.

How did you hear about us?: My boyfriend and current player, emberhard, recommended this server.

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?:http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/49858-twilightwolfs-revised-application/

Have you posted this application on our minecraft forum thread yet? If not, just finish it up on here and then copy + paste is over there. (http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-%E2%96%91%E2%96%92%E2%96%93-the-lord-of-the-craft-%E2%96%93%E2%96%92%E2%96%91-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r/):

In-Character:

Character Name: Titania

What Race are you?: Elf

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

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.): I grew up in Ravenhold back in Aegis. That is, before it was destroyed 22 years ago, as I later will explain. Father was a traveling merchant and Mother was a medic. During my childhood, I grew a deep love for all things from nature. Father taught me the art of the bow and arrow, while integrating my own techniques. I learned botany from Mother, along with simple to advanced healing and surgical procedures.

As I grew older, I developed a cool-headed temperament with a slight standoffish attitude, but I never have tolerated harassment. I learned to accept any personality, race, and social status. At times my anger can get the best of me, at which time I usually retreat to the forest. I became a very skilled hunter, medic, and cook. I am also decent fighter. After my parents became old enough to hire a house nurse to take my place as a care provider, I traveled like Father, but had no luck competing with the other more charismatic merchants. When Aegis was destroyed, I managed to escape unharmed to this land, Asulon. A few months later I received a letter from my parents’ caretaker. Being as old as they were, I was surprised that escaped. Unfortunately, Mother contracted grish and died during their travel to Asulon. Father was supposed to be sent to Normander, but I never did find him there.

Currently, I am 358 years old and wear a white cotton undershirt and shorts overlain with well broken in leather. My sandy blonde hair is kept in two long locks in front while the rest flows down my back. I wear my favorite hunting gloves and a cow skin bandana. I also wear my knee-high lace up hunting boots that Mother crafted.

What is your Character's ambitions?: I wish to settle down, get married, and start my own clinic and butcher shop.

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): The bow.

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? Hunting.

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

Other Information about your Character: I fear mines. I also cannot build well or work with redstone, however I can build a small temporary treehouse. I stand 7’1”

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? I begin to walk cautiously towards the two bulky warriors. The stench of ale wafts into my nostrils. The Halfling was on the ground, obviously in pain. As I come closer, I notice one of the warriors is a rather hearty dwarf, with an ale drenched mustache and beard. The other is an intimidating human. Even if I am much taller than both of them, I know I would be easy to take down by trained warriors. “Excuse me…?” The dwarf looks up to meet my gaze. Somehow I knew he could sense my uneasiness. “What’cha want? I’m busy ‘ere!” I can see now that he is drunk. Horrendously drunk. He ruthlessly throws a kick at the poor Halfling, though in his drunkenness he completely misses and almost falls over. I know this has not been his first round of beatings this evening. Bruises are already forming around his face. I cannot see this poor man suffer any more. “Stop!” To my surprise, my voice echoes in the silence of the night. The human looks at me, obviously angry with me…. and drunk. “What fo’? Dis man done overcha’ged us fo our drinks!” I spring an idea. “If I could pay his debt to you, would you stop beating this man?” The two men exchanged glances. The dwarf speaks through his wiry red beard. “It 50 minas he owe us!” The human nods. I think to myself how unnecessary this whole skirmish is. Nevertheless, my concern is toward the Halfling. “Deal.”, I say as the two bullies chuckle. Luckily I had some minas left from my shopping in town this morning. I reach into my pocket, and count each mina. I can feel them watching my every move, though I’m not sure it’s over greed or a pathetic attempt to make sure I count properly through their swimming conscience. “…49,50.” I finish counting. I hand them their prize, and like hungry dogs they grab the minas from my hand and begin to walk down the road. I turn to speak to the Halfling, but he managed to slip away unnoticed during my deal.

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?

Somewhat irritated by his accent, I carefully browse his wares set out before me. Nothing catches my eye except a stack of decent made arrows. Noticing the man watching me, I speak up bitterly.

“How much?”

The man smiles with his snake like eyes. “100 minas.”

Astonished by the price for amateur made arrows, I shoot the man a disbelieving look and go about my day.

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?: I carefully open the somewhat worn chest. Upon seeing the treasures inside, I pick up and dust of the iron bars.

“Perhaps just one…” I mumble to myself. Upon pondering the situation for a few moments, I decide the feeling of theft would overwhelm my conscience. Closing the chest, I slink away, hopefully unnoticed.

Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you in the common tongue, how do you respond? Relieved to have found friendly souls, I smile and speak with weariness. “Hello, I am Titania. I need shelter for the night and food. If you take me in for the evening, I will gladly offer you my cow skins I had saved for market.” The wood elf I spoke to gave a meek smile. “Certainly. We have an extra bed for you. I can also prepare you a meal.” She points to a small hut at the edge of the camp. “There. Please, get comfortable and I will be there momentarily.” I smile. “Thank you.” I make my way over to the hut. It’s cramped, but I’ve been in worse.

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?: I feel uneasy as I accept the offer. “I will not charge into the fray. I cannot fight in a group. I will offer some cover with my bow from afar, but that is as far as I will go.” The group’s leader shoots me a stern look. “I’m afraid that’s not what we had in mind. Thank you for your consideration.” The bulky men march down the road. “Well, nice going Titania.”, I think to myself. I can fight, but I have no intention in getting myself involved in something more serious. I cross my legs and sit on the soft grass. Hopefully this won’t take long.

[James Undercroft 129]

Accepted.

While there are a few errors in your application, I am willing to let them go as you have shown excellent character development and understanding of the rules of the server.

Welcome to Lord of the Craft and if you need any assistance please just send me a message on the forums :)

[James Undercroft 129]

Moved to Accepted Forum

[Roze 85]

Implemented