Sawses' Second Alt. Acc. Application

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Out-Of-Character

Main Minecraft Account Name: Sawses

Alternate Minecraft Account Name: RenownedDragoon

In your own words, define what the act of Roleplaying is:

Roleplaying, by definition, is the act of playing a role. You take on the persona of another and act out that persona without any interference from your dominant personality, or in simple terms, you.

In your own Words, define what the act of Metagaming is:

Metagaming is knowing something ICly simply because you happen to know it OOCly. You cannot learn something in Global chat, for instance, and expect to use it when roleplaying.

In your own Words, define what the act of Powergaming is:

Powergaming is pressuring another to make a certain decision for their character or forcing an action upon them, especially in, but not limited to, combat. For instance, my character might swing his sword at another man's face, but I OOCly would not decide if the swing managed to harm the target

In-Character:

Character Name: Halerame Hileia'lar

What Race are you?: Elf

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

Halerame was born into a small town of highly traditionalist High Elves, located in Malinor. They had very little of their forebears' culture, though they tried their best to follow what they knew by seeking knowledge in all forms. His childhood was rather normal, to say the least. He obtained basic schooling as well as a fair understanding of chemistry from his chemist father. His mother was a housewife who spent her days either studying in the small library the town contained or cleaning up after himself and his father.

Upon reaching adulthood, Halerame promptly set out on his own to seek more knowledge than could be obtained in his pitiful excuse for a town. He sought out the finest universities, schools, and libraries, looking for books and teachers who could teach him their arts. As opposed to most High Elven scholars, he wanted to actually use his learning, not simply know for the pleasure of knowledge, though he did enjoy that, too.

He studied psychology, philosophy, engineering, war tactics, architecture, and even the basics of metallurgy, though he only truly cared for psychology and his personal favorite, war tactics, as they allowed him to see into the minds of other men and understand what drove them. The others, he merely learned in passing, and as such, he retained relatively little knowledge.

Through his schooling, he began to understand that knowledge was what separated men from animals. He also became somewhat of a dissenter among his kind, though he kept it well-hidden. He treated people a certain way based on their intelligence. A wise man would earn respect from him, no matter his race. He even befriended a few goblins who he grew to consider almost friends, such was their intelligence.

Along with this understanding came a new revelation: knowledge was power. With it, a man could make or break himself and others. Without it, he was doomed to fail in all his endeavors. He realized that what he had been seeking all along had been power, not merely knowledge, though the two are considered one and the same to Halerame.

Upon Aegis' demise, he fled along with the others to Asulon. After some time spent wandering in search of the now-scarce knowledge that he had so long fed off of, he heard of a city of High Elves, Haelun'or. Knowing that such a large group of scholars was a golden opportunity for learning, as well as a new chance of power. He was soon made the Legate of the Legion, which he used to attempt reformation of the military proceeding their fall to the Orcs.

Unfortunately, this soon came to an end, as he was forced to flee the city due to political unrest. For nearly a decade, he wandered Asulon, remaining hidden as best he could. Recently, he came upon a tavern in Westport where the occupants were talking about Haelun'or, and how the various tensions had died down. Upon hearing these things, he decided to return to Haelun'or to see what he could do to salvage his reputation and position.

What is your Character's ambitions?:

He wants power, simply enough. He'll not be violent or terribly impatient about it. After all, he is a rather young Elf, and has already risen to decent heights. Why risk things by rushing them?

Aside from power, he seeks to be competent in a wide array of fields. A jack-of-all trades, if you will. He has studied a variety of topics that have practical applications. They range from basic chemistry to the rudiments of engineering, though he's far from competent in either field. He wants to learn all he can and find ways to use it without devoting his life to a single field of study.

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

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?

Halerame sighs, seeing the pair bullying the halfling. As the halfling cries out for help, one of the warriors cuffs him on the temple with his gauntlet, knocking the halfling out cold. The two men turn towards Halerame, making a few threatening moves forward. Immediately, he takes two steps backwards and raises his hands in a show of defensiveness. Fortunately, he chose to wear his low-quality clothing, so the warriors nod and return to the halfling, beginning to strip him of any and all valuables. As they busy themselves with this, Halerame quickly walks away.

Further down the road, he sees a travelling family. As he passes them, he gives a quick warning about the bandits nearby. Hopefully, they'll one day come to his aid when he needs it.

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?

Halerame would adopt his most superior and condescending expression, using his High Elven upbringing to its maximum potential. "Greetings, Valah((Assuming it is a human.)), I am looking for a bolt of fine silk. Would you happen to have any?" He would say, keeping straight posture and staring at the man down his nose. In truth, he could care less for the cloth, but he finds the game of haggling to be a fun psychological puzzle, and this man looks quite skilled at it. If the man did happen to possess the cloth, he would use small social ques and mind games to make himself seem more wealthy than he really is, but not wealthy enough for the man to think he was easily duped into paying more than the bolt was worth.

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?:

Halerame chuckles to himself as he sifts through the various valuable objects, stuffing them into his bag. When he gets to the sword, he slides it into his belt before shifting his coat to cover it. He is wearing his civilian clothes today, and a golden sword would attract far too much attention.

"'scuse me.." A low voice growls behind him. He tenses, whirling about immediately. There stands a burly human behind him. The man's tousled black hair and grimy clothing, as well as the menacing mace at his side indicate that he is a man one should not trifle with.

Halerame places an expression of fear and guilt on his face, "I-I was just walking through, you see, sir...and...I thought this was empty..." All the while, he is dropping the ingots into the chest, and he undoes his belt to allow the golden sword to fall in, as well. "Well..now that you have your things...may we part ways?"

When the man makes no move to get out of Halerame's way, he quickly draws his sword. The thing is hollow inside, and relatively useless, though extremely light. He is incapable of beating the man, and he knows it, but he is skilled enough to make it look like he knows how to use a blade. As soon as the man draws his heavy mace, he sends a feint swing at the man's chest from the right; when the man attempts to parry, he whips the overly light blade back away from the man and tries to dodge around him to the left. Fortunately, the mace's inertia forces the man to stumble, and Halerame escapes, using the nimbleness that comes from exercising and special effort at keeping in shape to escape.

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?

Halerame would smile warmly, trying to project a feeling of geniality and friendliness, as well as add a haggard edge to it to urge them to feel sympathy for him. He would hold his hands out in a nonthreatening posture and ask in a friendly, informal voice, "You got anything spare to eat, friend? Maybe a place to rest for the night? If you do, I will be eternally grateful, and Aeriel bless you."

Inwardly, he would grimace at the sheer casualness that he would be forced to project. Halerame is in his element when speaking in a formal, stiff voice, lacking both courtesy and useless pleasantries. He finds them to be a waste of time unless others find them valuable.

After being given a warm meal and a place to rest, he quickly falls asleep, much earlier than the traders. He will awaken before dawn and be out of the place before even one of them stirs. He doesn't want any of them to attempt to enslave him, after all, and they likely would not attempt any sort of captivity until morning. Just in case, he keeps his dagger under his pillow.

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?:

Halerame shakes his head at the commander, "Afraid not. I am no warrior." He raises his empty hands in emphasis. The commander smirks a little, gesturing to his bow. "Ah, that..." He chuckles, "I keep it to scare off potential bandits."

The commander's expression hardens immediately as he replies, "If you can scare off bandits, you can kill 'em, too. Get into the archer ranks. Now." With a sigh, he nods his acceptance, "Very well..."

Eventually, he ends up in the back ranks of the small force, taking potshots at the enemy whenever he can, and avoiding danger at all costs. He was made to fight, but he did not have to try hard at it.

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If you were not on the VA team you would be denied for having villainous characteristics in your app, welcome your stuck up high elf alt to the server!

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