Lonewolf190's 3Rd Application

[lonewolf190 0]

Out-Of-Character

 

 

Minecraft Account Name: My account is named lonewolf190, but do not be mislead. I do not usually choose a life of solitude.

 

How old are you?: I am 16 years of age.

 

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:  Central Time, USA

 

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I do, as I am a writer and avid reader. Good grammar is very important to me, and I appreciate proper use of it.

 

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am a female who has often dreamed of other worlds. I love to play minecraft and roleplay, as well as help others in their roleplaying journeys. I enjoy making characters and knowing them through-and-through so that I never react in a way that they wouldn't.

 

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I would estimate about 14 hours weekly, but of course there will be times I play more or less, as well as vacations.

 

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying is becoming another person through writing or acting. It is when one is a new person in a new world, and thus forced to act in new or different ways than that one would act in real life. Reading or writing can be considered roleplaying, and many games have been given the title RPG.

 

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: As I mentioned before, I am a writer and have begun several roleplays with friends before. I have not played as many roleplaying games as I would like to say I have, but I have played a few. My all-time favorite RPG is Fate.

 

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: 

 I did not know what meta-gaming was before reading your description, as well as wikipedia's. As I understand it, meta-gaming is allowing your character to use information that you have, but your character should not or would not naturally have. An example would be if I looked up the coordinates of a city, then used them to get there. The proper way to do it would be to ask directions (such as north of the pear-shaped mountain)or request an escort/guide.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: I also did not know what power-gaming was, but it seems to be the act of controlling another's character. It is unfairly trying to come out on top in every struggle, without giving others a chance to resist. I would call this, playing god. An example would be like this: Aelfwyn raises her sword and slices off the head of the elf. It rolls on the ground like a wandering melon. The proper way to do it: Aelfwyn raises her sword, aiming for the elf's neck. She swings at the neck. The second way gives the elf a chance to dodge and return attack, whereas the first gives no reaction time.

 

What do you expect this server will be like?: This server appears to be a writer's combined with gamer's dream come true. I expect the server to be very organized, the rules well established and carried out, and the characters somewhat developed.

 

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Aside from small friends' servers, I have only been on one other server, and I have not left it, but I play less than I used to. There is not too much to do on the average server because one can only build one's house so long without becoming bored. With roleplay, I expect to have a lot more activity and interest. The other server is also a tekkit server, and I have been searching for a vanilla server. As a builder and gardener, I find vanilla's more challenging materials to my preference.

 

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I have read them all, and yes I understand and agree.

 

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

  I promise.

How did you hear about us? Did someone refer you?:  The server was recommended by zredwind, whom I know in real life, and google and minecraft forums recommend you also.

 

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?:  Yes, this is my third application. Here is the second: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/53480-lonewolf190s-second-application/

 

In-Character:

 

 

Character Name:  Aelf Fenwulf

 

What Race are you?:  I am human.

 

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race):  I am a northerner of Asulon.

 

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.): 

Although I live in Asulon now, my family originally traveled here from Aegis, where I was born. I was sixteen at the time. The ships took us across the ocean, but my two younger brothers did not make it across the sea. Once in Asulon, we sought out a city in which to live. My three older brothers and my father encouraged me and my mother on the two year journey, but only one of them made it to Asulon. We were ambushed by zombies and my father and one of my brothers died defending us.

It was the first time I had ever seen an organized zombie ambush. One moment we were setting out the mushroom stew and helping my pregnant mother stay cool, and the next my mother was screaming and my brothers were grabbing their axes. I too grabbed an axe, but I could barely lift it. The zombie simply hit the axe from my grasp. I clawed for anything that could hurt a zombie- a staff,a rock, a shovelful of burning coals. My hands met my bowl of stew and I slammed it into the zombie's face. I could not have killed it. My father beheaded it with a powerful swing of his axe just before another enemy cast a fatal blow to his head, snapping the upper part of his spine. The zombie lay dead at my feet, but so did my father. And there was no stew for me that night.

The second time we were ambushed, we were nearly to our destination. They were thieves this time and I don't think they meant to kill my brother. I remember every word of my first and only encounter with bandits. It was in the desert, a place I hate more than anywhere else now. My oldest brother was out hunting the scarce, desert wildlife.

The thief distracted my second-oldest brother while another sneaked up behind him. The sneaking one leaped and grappled my brother for his axe. They disarmed him, then twisted his hands behind his back. I could see the cold flash of steel as they pressed a knife to his back. “'and over the gold, iron, anythin' you got!” The one with the knife demanded.

I was too busy showing my weakness by sobbing to answer that we had nothing. I forever hated myself because of my reaction.

My mother spoke up. “I can offer only the axes of my sons and husband,” she told them, straightening up bravely.

“That be not enough!” The dagger flashed and suddenly it was at my brother's throat. I could hear my brother's breathing quicken and watched his muscles tense as if they wished they could use their strength to get us all out of this situation.

“Zerin,” one of the other thieves called, pointing to the horizon.

We all looked as the cloud of dust began to grow and grow, a deadly blanket of dust. Zerin spat and cursed. “Move!” he ordered, grabbing my brothers' axes. “This raid been cursed to begin with.” They pushed my brother down to the sand, but the dagger slipped from Zerin's fingers, leaving my brother to land on it.

Zerin took no time to retrieve the dagger, and just like that, they were gone.

My oldest brother, Edwin Fenwulf, chose that moment to return. “Down!” he screamed through his dry throat as the wave of thick sand began to wash over us. He threw a blanket over my mother's head, but I had nothing to defend against the onslaught to come.

I have never again heard any sound like that wind raging in my own ears, never again felt any pain like the flying sand. It was a thousand tiny needles weaseling their way into every place on my body.

It seemed like hours before the sandstorm calmed and we unburied ourselves. We never found my second-oldest brother, the one wounded by thieves.

There was nowhere on us that was not covered in sand. We had even breathed in sand. Six hours later, my mother went into labor. She could not survive in the parched, god-forsaken wasteland of sand dunes, let alone bring new life into the world. She did not make it, and neither did my new baby brother. We buried them in shallow graves, but we lost the graves in the shifting sand as soon as we turned our backs.

It was my brother and me, the final survivors. He was the strong one, I was the lucky one. That was the only way I survived. It was no strength or skill of mine that kept me from joining my family in the High Place. It was sheer luck and I hate that fact.

At last, Edwin and I made it to the safety of Hanseti. There, my brother runs a tailoring shop. He is happy and married and living a life of peace.

I could never settle. My brother told me it was my lasting hate for the world, the one emotion that made it through the journey to Asulon.

“Until you rid yourself of your hatred for the world and everything in it, including yourself,” he said to me in his cottage kitchen, surrounded by sunshine and peacefulness, “You will never be able to accept the life of happiness you deserve.”

At twenty years old, I have decided to strike out on my own. My brother's home is nice, but it is more sunshine and lollipops than my self-hated person can handle. Perhaps I will find a house who would like an extra pair of hands to destroy their families as well. I am hard-worker, if you don't mind destruction on you and your family.

  My hair is brown like my mother's was. She was a southerner of Aegis, while my father was a northerner. My eyes are blue like my father. He would tell me how they reminded him of the cornflowers back in Aegis. Sometimes my mother would braid my hair for me to keep it out of my face, but when she passed away, I could never pick up the skill. Instead I keep it in what my father would call a 'warrior's wolftail'. My skin is light tan, kept pale by the snows of my homeland. But these memories are too painful to dwell on.

What is your Character's ambitions?: I will try to give an honest answer, but as you may have guessed, I am prone to sarcasm. What I would really like is to one day become a monsterslayer and protect the helpless against mobs. I know in my heart that I will always begrudge those families that I protect because I could not protect my own family and they are gone, but as my brother tells me, “We do the right thing because it is right. Not because it feels right to us.” Maybe one day I will fully understand what he means, but for now it means doing what I know is right.

 

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc):  My brothers trained me in hand-to-hand combat, also known as wrestling in the short amount of time after the zombie ambush. My father passed his battleaxe to me (okay, so maybe I comandeered it from my brother, but what tailor needs a battleaxe anyway?). I am finally strong enough to wield it after much practice and conditioning.

 

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents?  I am a hunter. I do not mind going far in search of beasts. My father taught me to hunt on our journey, before the zombie ambush. Because I was small, I could move more quietly than my brothers.

 

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

 http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/442/warriorgirlpic.png/

Other Information about your Character:  My other ambition is to by a cake every December, in remembrance of my mothers' final son.

 

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? 

Aelf turns the corner of the final cottage on the way to the outskirts of the city. She looks surprised as she sees the little party of three. The warriors are apparently robbing the halfling. Aelf walks briskly toward the scene, then pushes the halfling behind her. She is between the halfling and the warriors, hands itching to draw her battleaxe. She ***** her head, puts one hand on her hip, and asks sweetly, “Do you need something from this fine gentleman?”

The warrior looks flustered for a moment, but he notices Aelf's youth and gender and regains his resolve. “As a matter 'o fact, yes,” he responds, his hand on his sword hilt, “But it's private business, so run along lassie.”

Aelf feels the red blooming on her heated face and she draws her axe. Her embarrassment only worsens as the head of the axe snags on the leather straps. Aelf finds herself thinking once again how pathetic she is as the warriors chuckle at her obvious inability.

The halfling cowers behind her. He is a little fellow, a businessman. He squeezes the handle of his briefcase and tries to refrain from nervously gnawing on his nails.

“Run,” Aelf tells him quietly, but he does not get it. “Run!” she yells and tries to push him back with one hand. “I'll take care of this,” she says to herself.

The halfling scampers off into the night. Aelf is left to face his tormentors.

“Me mum always said never 'it a girl,” one warrior sniggers.

The other guffaws loudly and slaps him on the back, “Same, 'ere, same 'ere.”

Aelf by now despises these warriors. “You don't have much of a choice,” she says angrily. She swings her axe at his left side.

The warrior's sword rises to meet her axehead, colliding with a loud clang.

A couple of guard appear from around the corner of the cottage. Aelf is in the middle of her second stroke, but the guards grab at her arms to hold them back. The axe falls from Aelf's grip as they restrain her. She glares at the warriors, but no longer fights the guards efforts.

“Anger can get us carried away, I understand,” one of the guards says to Aelf. “We will forget this stray once, but only once.” He pats her on the shoulder.

Aelf realizes they think she assaulted the warriors for no reason. She struggles to turn her head and look them in the face. “But I-”

“No 'buts',” he says with finality. “Get goin' 'afore your ma comes after me,” he jokes dryly.

The warriors are struggling to keep their laughter quiet, but they are losing the battle.

The guards release Aelf and wave her back toward the street.

She gives one last glare to the warriors and picks up her battleaxe. Aelf puts it on her back and walks away simmering. She does not look back. Aelf looks to her right and sees her reflection in a passing window. She hates how young she looks in that window.

 

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? 

Aelf looks at him suspiciously. She fingers the head of her battleaxe, always anticipating a fight (such is her faith in humanity and, er, elfanity...?). “What do you have?” she asks, glancing over his obvious wares. She brushes her hand across his fine-looking compass and wishes she could have it on her hunts.

“The usual,” he replies. “I don't sell food, but we 'ave the finest assorment of saddles. Well, I see ya take quite a likin' to my compass.” He looks at Aelf expectantly. He also places one hand on the compass.

Aelf is slightly insulted that he would think she would steal it, but she supposes one never can know. “I give you 200 minas for it,” Aelf offers, hoping to intimidate him. Then again, she was obviously not an intimidating figure.

He chuckles, obviously on to my tactic. “300,” he states.

I dig my hand into my coin purse, but 223 minas is all I have. “220. Final offer,” I am hoping against hopes, but I know he will refuse (such is my faith in humanity).

He laughs again and I know it's over. “You drive a 'ard bargain, miss, but a fella's gotta eat.” He slides the compass toward him and shakes his head sympathetically.

“I'll trade you for it,” Aelf offers desperately. She leans forward on the table eagerly.

He immediately perks up. “What do you 'ave?” There is a greedy glint in his eyes. He strokes the compass as if it is now some great treasure.

“I give you 220 minas, plus 2 spider eyes,” Aelf offers.

“Hmm,” he humms and makes a clicking noise with his tongue. He puts his hand on his chin and strokes an imaginary beard. “Too little. 'ave anything else?”

Aelf shakes her head and takes her hands off the table. She looks disappointed, but tries to hide it. She turns away. “Thanks for... nothing,” she mumbles. Aelf tells herself she knew she couldn't afford it in the first place.

 

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?: 

Aelf draws her battleaxe, ambush forever at the forefront of her mind. “Hello,” she calls warily, then inches around the corner.

A drawn bow stares Aelf in the face and she ducks back around the corner. But she knows if this warrior had wanted her dead, she would be pushing up daisies already.

Aelf is contemplating what how she should approach him when he turns the corner. His bow is drawn still and Aelf's first impulse is to run. But she pushes the impulse back.

“Jark Tarren, at your service,” he says. He lowers the bow and holds out a hand. He has obviously decided Aelf is no threat to him, a fact she finds highly insulting.

“Aelf Fenwulf,” Aelf replies through clenched teeth. She doesn't bother with any pleasantries and he notices this.

He drops all pretense of friendliness. “This is my home, and I appreciate solitude.” He grips his bow with white knuckles.

“You and me both,” Aelf lies. Given the choice between solitude and this guy, Aelf would gladly choose the loneliest number.

“May forests ever favor you.” He gives a slight bow and I notice his pointed ears.

No wonder we didn't get along so well, Aelf thinks.

An elf living alone in this part of Asulon is rare, but it is really of no interest to Aelf. By now her mind is on the wolf she had been tracking and she is suddenly even more tired of this guy. She bows and backs away, eyes on the bow in his hands. She retreats into the forests that now may or may not favor her. The latter is more likely.

 

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? 

“Aelf Fenwulf, you have my axe.” Aelf looks around at the ragged clothing and pale faces. “Is there any way I could trade for some food around here?”

An older man, most likely the camp's leader replies in a scratchy voice, “Of course. You may trade with Rem over there.” He waves Aelf toward a tent on the other side of the camp and watches as she walks toward it.

There is something about them I do not trust, I tell myself. Trust usually never comes to me in any circumstance, but there is something about these people that is not right. There is something they have not yet told me.

Rem grins. She is missing several teeth. She offers Aelf a tough mass of meat. Half is green and half is an angry blood-red. “All we 'ave left is meat, but the way you look, I figure you won't oppose?” She nods at the meat.

Aelf gags at the smell and staggers backward. She coughs and spits on the ground, trying to rid her nostrils of the horridness. She knows what the meat is. It is raw, rancid meat, the kind she would have thrown out days ago. The kind one would get from slaying zombies as well.

Rem smiles over at me. “Where ya goin', honey?” She holds the meat up with one hand and waves it in the air.

“Er...” Aelf is famished, but now she has realized what is bothering the camp.

They are diseased. Green spots have even broken out on some of the faces in the camp.

Aelf draws her battleaxe and backs away from the camp. They approach in a confused and innocent way. They wave their sickly yellow hands at Aelf, beckoning her to come back.

Aelf prays it is not the Plague, but she has no way of knowing. Before her eyes a man grows even paler in a moment and topples over. He groans, but the others ignore him.

“Where are you going?” the leader asks. He is smiling at Aelf.

Aelf looks at him, horrified. She then turns and sprints out of the camp, hungry and tired but hopefully safe.

 

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?:

Aelf runs her finger across the paper as she reads the summons. She stands back and contemplates the situation.

Ordinarily Aelf would accept the call for help anyway. She is here to protect. But the reward particularly catches her interest, as the hunting has been slow lately and a lady can always use a few extra minas.

She signs the bottom of the sheet, swearing to follow whatever leader they assign her. Frankly, she could care less about whether there's a leader or not and it bothers her a bit that I will have to follow one, but a reward is a reward and justice is never fair.

That night Aelf and her comrades ambush the thieves. Her conscience screams 'Coward!' at her, but for once she ignores her self-disdain and leaps into battle.

The thief attempts a jab at Aelf's midsection with his knife and she knows this is going to be a hard battle for the axe wielder.

She catches the blade on the head of her axe, which, Aelf reflects with a snarl, is probably not even a legitimate move.

The thief tries to slash her throat this time. He grins as the blade flashes close to Aelf.

Aelf leans back to avoid the blow, then returns with a small but quick arc. She grimaces with the effort of swinging the heavy axe.

The thief ducks under her arc and aims for under my ribs. Beads of sweat drip down his forehead. Aelf knows what he is thinking. Who gave this little girl her daddy's hammer?

The knife catches on Aelf's chain mail, but she is only a bit bruised. The sweat drips down her own forehead now and her hands clench and unclench the handle of her battleaxe.

Suddenly, a cry rings out, “Retreat, retreat!”

Aelf knows it is her leader. She looks around to see that she is now nearly fighting alone. A couple bodies lay on the ground. The majority of them are breathing.

Aelf hates the idea of running away from the danger, but as two other thieves approach, she knows she has no chance. She runs back to the ranks of guards for safety and glares back out at the night, where somewhere, the thieves are escaping to raid another night.

Thank you for considering my application,

Lonewolf190

[Hylian the Heretic 233]

There we go!

Accepted, welcome to Asulon.

A GM will implement you shortly.

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