Slayerofbrooms' Third Application

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Application

Out-Of-Character

Minecraft Account Name: SlayerOfBrooms

How old are you?: 13

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Australia

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Definitely. I would be disappointed with a ‘B’ in English.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I have brown-ginger hair, brown eyes, am the fifth shortest person in my class, love my computer, athletics/running, fencing, and collecting things. I am an early riser, from 6:00 am, and do not like sleeping. Eating is one of my favorite hobbies.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Probably about 1-2 hours a day, on weekdays, and even more on weekends.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying is when you create a character in a game, and then live as them. You have to immerse yourself in their world, live like you would if you were them, and the world was real.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: My roleplaying experience is very limited, although I fully understand the concept.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-gaming is playing the game, using information that, ordinarily, your character would have no way of knowing. For example, if you were friends with someone on the server in real life, and they told you that they were planning a raid on your place, then you would take all your stuff and leave. That would be Meta gaming.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power gaming is making your character superior to everyone else’s, or not giving the other person time or an opportunity to react. For example, you are about to commence a fight with someone, and you say *Me pulls out knife, throws it and kills Fred instantly*. That is power gaming.

What do you expect this server will be like?: A very well organized server, with an excellent and authentic role-playing atmosphere, and admins and mods who don’t abuse their power.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I have played on Pitforge, PVP Pitforge, Keystone, The Battlecraft, Mafiacraft and three different Minecraft Capture The Flag servers. There were hackers on all of them, or people with mods, and the admins like to make your life hell just because they could. Apart from that, there could be up to 75 seconds of lag in Mafiacraft, and Keystone was really boring because it was a creative server. I still play on the capture the flag servers, but they can get really repetitive and boring.

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

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

How did you hear about us?: From my friend, Thrain_Ironmail. He was surfing Minecraft forums, and found your webpage.

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: I was not informed that you needed a separate application to become a Mori’Quessir, which is why my last app was declined. <http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/52107-slayerofbrooms-second-application/page__p__398838__hl__%2Bslayerofbrooms%26%2339%3B+%2B__fromsearch__1#entry398838>

In-Character:

Character Name: Valinor. Valinor Everloch.

What Race are you?: I am human.

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): I was rased in the Northern lands, by Dwarves. (I’m a Northerner)

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.):

My parents were born far overseas, in a distant land. There they met, and were married. For a long while, they were happy. But then, my mother, the fair and beautiful Sirah Morningveil, longed for something else, and desired to see the world. My father, I do not even know his name, was against this notion, but he loved my mother too much to decline. However, one day the ship that carried them both was attacked, by pirates. Right in the heat of the battle, my mother went below decks and gave birth to me. My father defended both her and me valiantly, and we defeated the pirates, but there were many losses and my father was mortally wounded. He died before we got to shore. My mother settled with me, on Asulon, but she never remarried.

As my mother grew older, work was harder to come by, so I began to search for a job. I eventually found one, working for a farmer, harvesting his crops. The pay was not particularly good, but it put the bread on the table. Until one day, when I was returning from a days hard work, and I saw something that made my blood run cold. My house, laying in ruins and smoking. I cried out and ran. When I got there, it was nothing but a pile of ash. I cried long, that day. The descent into madness was not pleasant. I found nothing of my mother, whoever attacked us must have taken her. I still know not why.

I ran then, and made my way into the Great Forest. I lived, for many years, as a wild animal, with no resemblance to anything human at all. During a battle with one of the creatures that live in the dark places of the world, my eye was wounded. The scar cuts across the left side of my face, and my eye turned red, with blood, and I lost the sight from that eye. I began to starve, as I was too wounded to hunt. But then, a group of warriors, who were returning from a mission to exterminate a hive of beast living in the center, found me, and brought me to live in their city. They were very kind to me, all of them, but especially a dwarf soldier know as Rojhn. He became as my father. I was raised as a human, but by the means of the dwarves. That was when I was just 14 years of age. Now, I am 42. I wish to repay my new-father’s honor, and will become a warrior renowned throughout the lands.

What is your Character's ambitions?: To exterminate all vermin, from pirates, to monsters, to thieves, bandits and other corrupt peoples. I seek revenge for the destruction of my parents, and I wish to prevent others from being affected the way I was.

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): I have two. First, obviously, a sword. After my mother’s and father’s demise, I must always be armed. I feel that the bandits who attacked my home will seek me out, eager to finish the job. Also, The extermination of monsters is made easier through the use of a blade. And then, there is the compass. As I was born on a ship, I am as comfortable at sea as I am on land. And, without a compass, it is very easy to get lost at sea. Also, compasses are equally useful when lost in a forest, or indeed anywhere. I never leave my abode without both of these items.

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? I can keep a level head at all times. If I step on a hidden pressure plate, I will not run screaming for my life. I will wait, and listen carefully; a booby trap is best discerned by listening, as they are often concealed and almost always make some sort of noise. If nothing happens, I will continue on my way. If, per say, a pile of powder kegs (sea-farer speak for TNT) happen to fall before me, I will run, fast but not blindly, and search for and opening or doorway in which to hide. If I am attacked by bandits, I will draw my sword rather than screaming. In any sort of situation, I will stop and think of the best way to deal with that situation. It is much more desirable to think than to run straight into a trap.

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

Other Information about your Character: I am loyal… but not stupid. I won’t stab you in the back, but I don’t trust anyone until they have proven themselves.

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?

'Hey!' I shout. 'Leave him alone!' I run towards the two warriors. 'Ha!' one laughs. The other tosses a large, obviously full money-pouch in the air. As the first warrior punches the hobbit in the gut, I see red. This is wrong. My fist flies towards his head, and he staggers back, a purple bruise already spreading around his eye. I'm on the floor before I even know I been hit, and the punchs start flying. My vision begins to fade to black... But then, suddenly, the punches relent, and I'm being helped to my feet. I see the two warriors being held against a wall by two guards, and the halfling being consoled by a professional-looking officer. The man helping me to my feet looked at me kindly, but I think he knows that I started the fight. I sigh offer my hands toward him, for him to chain them. Starting a fight like this is probably punishable with a week in prison. But the man just smiles and shakes his head. 'Oh, forget it,' he says. 'You had good intentions. Besides, we're running a bit short of money...' I can't believe this. A fine. This is more than I dared hope for. I smile.

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?

'Oh, thank you good sir, but I am not in need of anything at present. I will be sure to return here when I am!' The merchant smiles.

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?:

'Ahh!' I exclaim. 'What a find! This will do very nicely.' I am just drawing out the items, when a thought entered my mind. 'Oh, If this were my house, wouldn't I be angry if I found my iron gone?' I am reluctant to put them back, but put them back I do. It is the right thing. And just as well, too, for the owner of the house, a lumberman, came running out, waving his axe in the air and shouting 'Oi! Git out o' me 'ouse!' I stumbled backwards, and tried to explain my situation, but the man kept on running. So I fled, and he soon gave up the chase. 'Ah, well I thought.' 'Better no friends than one enemy.'

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?

Cursing myself for losing my compass, I don't notice the small cliff in front of me. After I have picked myself up, and after the initial surprise at finding a trading camp in the forest, I ask if I may trade a pile of animal skins I collected from hunting in the forest for a bowl of stew. Instead, I receive two steaks and an apple. These people are very kind, and, after I have explained my position they are more than happy lend me a compass. I am to wait in the nearest town, for these people will remain here for a few days, but they will eventually make their way their as well. Then we will meet, and I will return the compass.

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?:

'Bah. Bandit scum.' I spit on the floor, and strap my scabbard to my waist. 'When do we leave?'

* * *

That night, the night of the raid, I was sent forth as scout. I refused to stay with the main army, as I operate best in stealth. Suddenly, I catch a glint of something of to my right. Sword drawn, I sneak forward, using the trees as cover. I peer around a tree trunk, and see what caught my attention before. An arrow. Suddenly, several things connect in my mind. This arrow was obviously used to draw my attention. Which means that they know I'm here. Which means they know my position. And arrows are used by archers. This could only mean one thing. 'Ambush,' I groan. All this takes less than a second, but as the first arrow slams into my left shoulder, and the second into my right thigh, I know I have been here too long. I fall to the floor, and try to turn over. I groan as the shafts of both arrows snap, embedding the heads deeper into my flesh. The first thing I see is a blurred shape, concealed in the trees, and an arrow, aimed right at my heart. Bandits are rubbish shots, look at the arrows that hit me, but at this range he can't miss. He? That looks like a girl! Long blonde hair... slender arms... astounding grace... an elf, perhaps? No, not with those archery skills. Or lack of. I use the last of my effort to throw myself behind a tree. I hear running. 'This is the end.' I think. 'This is the end.'

* * *

I wake up in a soft bed, surrounded by soldiers. They greet me with a cheer. One steps forward. 'You didn't return after five minutes, the agreed time. We suspected that something was wrong, and so we went in. Saw two archers, took out one myself, the other ran off. And then we found you. Half dead, at least, two arrow wounds, paler than a ghost and sitting in a pool of blood. Oh, and then there were the bandits. Five o' them, and they looked like they thought you were pure gold. Anyway, doc says you is ready to go. You been out for two days now. He smiled, and I smiled back. I got out of bed, and was at the door when I turned back to him an said 'Hey, what about my reward?'

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