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Out-Of-Character

Minecraft Account Name: CeLiKuS27

How old are you?: 15

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Sedona Time; Arizona

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes, (I'm a bit of a grammar nazi, actually) but typos are not uncommon for me.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm a guy (bit of a nerd) that's 15, and I like cats, Lord of the Rings and Minecraft. I enjoy cold weather, wind, rain and lightning storms. Sunny weather is the bane of my existance.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Around 24 hours, give or take a bit depending on how fun I find the server.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying is when you take on the role of a character that isn't you and make choices based on your character's personality, knowledge and experience. You cannot make choices educated by anything you know that your character does not.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I've done a bit of online text-based roleplaying, but that's about it.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: One way to describe metagaming is when your character does things based on information, resources or otherwise you learned in real life but not in the game. One example of this is learning the location of a secret area by messaging another player and using it in-character.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Powergaming can mean affecting another character or role player and succeeding without giving them a chance to act. I believe it can also mean doing impossible things like killing a group of 20 bandits with little effort. For example, if you said "I activate an ability and become super powerful and kill everyone!" it would be power-gaming.

What do you expect this server will be like?: Well, I've been on older version and I must say the arcitecture and landscape were amazing. I expect this server to be very immersive, very big and loaded with details that make the world complete.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Played on quite a few others, (XpoAnarchy quite a bit) but I got bored of them in time. Xpo was reset too often.

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: Yes.

How did you hear about us? Did someone refer you?: I believe I saw this server on Minestatus.

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: This is my first application.

Have you posted this application on our minecraft forum thread yet? If not, just finish it up on here and then copy + paste it 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: Hildar Nightblade

What Race are you?: Elf

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): Not sure if this exactly counts as a sub-race, but 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.):

Hildar, a dark elf with gray skin, green eyes and dark blue hair grew up in Normandor, the capital of Malinor, an elven nation with huge trees housing its cities. He always liked to leave his house, sometimes Normandor itself to explore the world beyond. Many times did he got lost in the dense forest of Malinor, but that was what it was all about. At home he liked to draw maps to help him navigate, as well as pictures of things he wanted to one day build. He also liked to practice archery as well as a bit of swordfighting, and always kept a bow and a blade on him. It made him feel safer while exploring places in case of hostile wild animals and such. Nothing much changed as he grew up. His fighting skills improved, he stored extra copies of

At about age 13, Hildar was out exploring the wilderness when it started to rain. His map got wet, and despite his attempts to keep it dry, it soon began falling apart so that it couldn't be read. He looked around, but the fog had picked up which made it hard to tell which way was home. The rain got heavier, and eventually turned to a thunderstorm. He spotted a small wooden shack. It looked nice enough, so he stayed in it to wait for the rain to pass. Inside were comfortable furnishings such as a table and chair, a bed, a storage chest, bookshelves and other things. There were also utilities like a stone anvil, smelter and wooden workbench with various tools. It seemed like it had belonged to a blacksmith of some sort. There was also some food in it. The shack was dark, but there was a stick torch and a flint and steel kit for lighting. He struck the flint and steel together, igniting the torch and lighting the shack with warm light. Tired, he lay down on the bed and waited.

He didn't notice he had fallen asleep in the shack until he woke up. It was always embarassing when that kind of thing happened. Heading outside, he was met by a cool, misty air and found that the rain finally had started to get lighter. The sky had cleared, and a rainbow was visible in the distance. But where was Normandor? The density of the forest combined with the fact that it was filled with mist from the rainy weather made it hard to see. He climbed up a tall tree, reached the top, and looked out. It was a beautiful view overlooking the forest. He could see the tops of the trees spreading out in all directions and the sun setting. It was turning night.

As soon as he realised it was turning night, he forgot all about the views and focused his attenton on finding the place where he lived. There was still mist, and it was getting darker. Still, he saw something in the distance that looked like an elven city. As he looked around him, his sense of direction came back, and realised it was indeed Normandor. He climbed down the tree and ran in that direction. He had heard that in a dense forest like this one, it can be easy to lose your way. Still, he had practice navigating it, and had little trouble making it back.

He came to his house, and entered. It was a relief to be back in his own home. He was about to call for his parents, when lightning struck very loudly, very close. He looked around his house, and saw out a window the tree his house was in burning. The fire reached his house, and started burning the walls down. He wasted no time grabbing a bucket, filling it with water from the pond nearby, and coming back to put the fire out. The fire had already spread more, and the water seemed to do little to stop it. Frantically, he searched the house to gather his belongings into a knapsack. There was one place he hadn't looked that his parents could be in... CRACK! The lightning struck again, this time directly on his house. The impact set the roof on fire and caused it to crash into the floor, blocking the way. He then was simply focused on getting himself out alive. As he turned around he saw most of the house was on fire. There was a small window... As quickly as he could, he leaped through the window and out of the house.

He could only watch as the house burned up. Other elves dumped water buckets to try to put out the fire, while he was simply frozen in terror. He always wanted to see such a magnificent sight, and yet he never thought he would be the one person to have it happen to his own home. Tears fell from his eyes as the house burned, memories flooding back of him safe in his house. But as the house turned to ash, he could bear to look at it no longer nor interact with anyone; he needed to be alone. So he ran out of Normandor and back to the abandoned shack. He did not sleep that night; the burning of the house and the magnitude of what just happened came to him with full impact. He also had the awful feeling that his parents were probably not alive.

For a few days he stayed there, constantly pushing away his experience of the house burning up and living off of the food left in the shack. He occasionally entering the town to ask if anyone had seen his parents, but it seemed nobody had. Then he ran out of food. He knew it would happen, and he knew he would have to do something about when it happened. He had no money to buy food... So he would have to steal it. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he thought to himself as he entered the market in the Great Tree at night, creeping out of sight of the guards. He approached a food stand, and hesitantly took some melon slices, apples and bread from it--and was about to leave--but something caught his eye. A jeweled amulet. He stood there, frozen. Should he take it? On one hand, he didn't need it; all he came for was food. On the other, he was already being a thief. He kept staring at it, and saw a guard walking his way out of the corner of his eye. He made a split-second decision to take it and hid behind the stand. He then snuck behind the guard and out of the tree.

He lived on like this until age 17, mostly resisting the urge to take stuff such as the jeweled amulet and living off of stolen goods. He hated having to do it, but it was the only way to stay alive. The only way that he would accept doing, anyway. Luckily, nobody seemed to notice what he had taken. Except for one night, that is.

As he was on his way home after grabbing some more food supplies, he overheard an elf talking to another.

"I've given up hope finding that amulet. I've asked everyone here, looked everywhere, done everything and can't find it." she said.

"Things that small can be easy to lose, and very difficult to recover." he heard a male elf say.

The other elf let out a long sigh.

Hildar had a sudden feeling of guilt. It seemed they were speaking of the amulet he stole four years back. Appearantly it was so valuable they were still looking for it. He made a mental note to get it back to them soon, and walked out of the tree, heading back toward his home.

As Hildar came to his shack, he knew something wasn't right. First, the door was open, which he always made sure to close before leaving. Second, there were people plundering it. By the looks of it, these people were bandits. He knew he couldn't let these people rob his shack, but what could he do? There were four in total, all with large leather sachels likely filled with plunder. Three wore a combination of leather and iron armor, while one (who appeared to be the leader) wore diamond armor and held a diamond sword in his hand. What did Hildar have? A bow, some arrows, and skill climbing trees. What good would that do? He thought about it for a moment and quickly formed a plan. While he was outnumbered, he had the element of surprise. Climbing up into the tree quietly, he stood on a branch, hidden by leaves. He nocked an arrow, aimed right at the opening between the leader's helmet and chestplate, and fired. The leader heard the arrow being fired and flinched. The arrow hit his helmet, staggering him. The other bandits looked up in the tree and saw a figure standing in the branches. Rather than shoot arrows, they ran up to the tree, pulled out some steel and pieces of flint, and struck them together, lighting the tree. The flames engulfed the tree, and Hildar had little time before the flames would reach him. He went to the edge of the tree's branches, jumped off and grabbed the edge of another's. He slid down the trunk and stood behind it to be hidden from the bandits, but they knew where he went. They walked up in front of the tree and began to search for him. Luckily, it was dark so it was hard for the bandits to see him. He pulled out a knife and slowly approached them. As quickly as he could, he cut the straps to their sachels and dumped the loot in his knapsack. "Hey!" one of them shouted and whipped around to see Hildar escaping. The three ran after him, their leader close behind.

Hildar ran for a long while to get away from the bandits. He pushed through leaves and branches, tripped over logs and rocks, but never stopped until he found a cave. He looked in, and saw there were two passages, one offering a corner to hide behind. So he hid. It wasn't long before the bandits found the cave and walked through, holding torches. Hildar stood perfectly still and didn't breath so as not to be discovered. One of them even looked right at him for a moment. Only the leader had a sachel left, bigger and likely with more treasure. Hildar waited for them to look away from where he was standing, then crept close and carefully cut the straps on the leader's sachel. Once he had it, he snuck out of the cave as quickly and quietly as he could and went back to his shack.

When he arrived at the shack, he knew he couldn't live there any longer. So he gathered everything and set off back toward the Great Tree. When he arrived there the first thing he did was sneak the stolen amulet back where he found it, in hope that its owner would find it there. Then he sold off the bandits' plunder at a shop to buy a new sword, some nice leather clothing and some adventuring gear like a clock and a compass. Eager to put his past behind him, he left the tree and set out to explore the world of Asulon.

What is your Character's ambitions?: Build something epic, maybe start a collecton of some sort and above all, explore the world.

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): Bow and arrow.

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

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

Other Information about your Character: I have none...

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?

Hildar observes the situation from a distance and the warriors do indeed appear to be stealing.

He approaches and asks "What's your buisness robbing this poor halfling? Leave him alone."

One of the warriors turns to him and says "Yeah? What're you going to do about it?"

"Hey," says the other. "Maybe we should rob this one, too?"

"Great idea." says the first, turning to Hildar. "Give us your valuables and we'll let you live."

"You--halfling!" says Hildar. "Did you have anything stolen?"

"N-no," stammered the halfling.

"Then run! Get out of here!"

The halfling runs and Hildar turning back to the warriors.

"You're not taking anything from me!" he says, pushing past them and sprinting off down the road.

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?

"Hello," Hildar says. "I see you have lots of items for sale. Are arrows among them?"

"Sure thing," the merchant replies. "I've got forty arrows total right now."

"How much for an arrow?" asks Hildar.

"Twelve minas per arrow," the merchant replies.

"I'll buy ten," says Hildar, handing the merchant one-hundred and forty minas.

"Here you go," says the merchant, giving Hildar ten arrows.

"Thanks," says Hildar, putting the arrows in his quiver. "I'll need to be going now."

"Come back any time if you need supplies," the merchant says as Hildar walks off.

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?:

Hildar searches the area to make sure it's really abandoned, then goes inside, opens the chest, grabs all the items inside and runs away with the loot.

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?

"Hello," Hildar says to one of the traders. "I'm lost out here. Could you point me toward the nearest town?"

"There's a town near here in that direction," says the trader, pointing.

"Do you have any food?" Hildar asks.

"We do," says the trader, showing him some apples, bread and cooked pork, "if you can provide payment."

"Well," says Hildar, "I do have this..."

He hands the trader the golden sword he found in the shack.

"Wow," says the trader, examining the sword. "That sword's likely worth a lot. So go ahead, take what you need."

Hildar takes a bit of all the food as well as some leather armor.

"Many thanks," he says, walking off in the direction of the town.

[Hylian the Heretic 233]

Denied.

Theft and Killing requires a VA.

You're also missing one ORQ. You may want to add more to the ORQ in the wilds with he chest as well.

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