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Lord of the craft Application

Out of character

Minecraft Account Name: How old are you? : MineRider98

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: London (GMT)

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar? : Yes (I live in London)

Description of yourself: I am 14 years old and living in London, England so off cause I have a great understanding of the English language. I have a sense of humour and a likeable personality, however griefing dose annoy me very much. I shall have respect for the sever and never dishonour or disrespect anyone be it my supervisors, or companion. And final I love Minecraft, skyrim, oblivion and fried chicken (not a game I not game know but it is so delicious).

How much time could you be on the server weekly? : 4-6 days a week. When I am free of school and got no homework.

What do you know about Roleplaying? : My knowledge of role is when you take the persona of the character you intend to be on the sever, so you are the merchant, warrior, wizard, elf etc.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any? : Yes. I have be on various roleplaying severs such as obsidian craft and meepcraft and I have never left character I never ask for promotions or money I simply wait and work.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: I understand Meta-gaming to be ooc out of character/out of role-play.eg see the name above them and saying “hi (name here) how are you.”

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power gaming is the opposite of meta-gaming and as I understand it is forcing actions against another player. As so if in real life you would not instantly kill someone. Take their money and walk away with no harm to yourself.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them? : I have played on obsidian craft and meepcraft and, I left as the admins where idiots and overpowered. Also, not caring about the members of their sever so I hope lord of the craft is a better run sever.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? : Yes. I have no intention of breaking the law.

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

How did you hear about us? : It was mentioned by my friend Huw/Huwbert98 . So I thought that I should give it a try.

In character

Character Name: Astër Melâne

What Race are you? : Elven/ I think it’s Mali in elven

What Sub-Race are you? : wood Elf

Biography: I was born into a stable family of caring elves known as the Melâne’s, which lived in the city Alras. No

catastrophe happened to them but old age. As an only elf child from a wealthy family, I have been given many privileges, never gone hungry, had everything I wished for and nothing haunts my very existence. I was very young during the war I have faint memories of it. I only remember the few wounded who returned. One of whom was my father. Luckily with the help of medical experts and my mother’s love and care My Father made a full recovery. During my school years I was popular, all elves and humans spoke to me, but who could blame them I took full advantage of their parent minas by providing them with luxuries such as sweets, sugar and occasionally fried chicken, that their parents had forbidden them from purchasing. By my third year I had come to grips with my future “I’m going to be a merchant!” I told myself each morning. It was my daily Mantra. By 16 years old I had set up a small trading post and began to show the general public of Alras, my capabilities as a merchant. It did not go according to my great plan! I guess not everyone’s thinks like school kids, as it wasn’t long before I noticed that adults are not sweet and sugar fans.

So I thought of items, worthy to sell, weapons, and armour? Too expensive to purchase in bulk, plus I will have to consult with the blacksmith and he will want payment too. Ores? Gemstones? It will sell, but I hate dwarfs and for sure I will have to consult with them too…. It took me days’ work out, until I awoke one night yelling “random, anything, everything!” it was so obvious the people of Alras want a selection. That morning I grabbed my sack and head off. “All I need is a couple months of hording, and I will have enough items for a year.” I kept telling myself this and travelled back and forth, deposit the goods at home and stock up. Sounds easy, but I was wrong. Half way through the second month I had been ambushed and looted. “Let’s just drop this off at home and in the future hire someone to do it for me.” Then just as things where looking up, there’s sound of a broken branch. Creatures were moving around the forest, around me. “Bandits!” they been tracking me, damn it I should have never let my guard down. Guess I have to fight them off as I did last week (barely made that night I thought). I drew my hunting knife and readied for a long night. I managed to hold of four before they up there game, and begin with I throwing knifes. It is like being attacked by sparrows as I kept receiving multiple knifes to the gut. I look around trying to triangulate the thrower, but as a result I took knife a across my left eye .I didn’t even care, I didn’t even feel it so why should I be in pain. They could do anything I am not budging .The knifes stopped darting at me in an instant. Now blinded in one and the other drowning in blood, I had no sight. Shielding the blood form my one good eye I noticed a fist come straight to my face. I’m out cold.

I awake by the sound of shouts of bandits enjoying their new loot. I open my eyes “I am in a tent? I ignore the searing pain runs down the left side off my face. I find a luxurious mirror with jewels at it hilt, and crystal blue glass. Staring at my sapphire reflection I notice I have bandage over my eye “great now look like a pirate.” I admire these treasures for a moment then it occurs to, me there all STOLEN! I need to get out of here it gather my stuff clothes and the mirror. Just as I walk up to the leave, someone comes in. I fall back in a shock, crashing into my sleep bag. I turn and see a beautiful woman offering a hand up. I take it gratefully and now that I’m stand I see she about 23 -25 maybe. Her Mediterranean skin matches the olive tents, her flowing dark hair sparkling in the sunlight. She’s just perfect.

“Um you okay?” she asks. What she mean? I realize I’m drooling. “Oh right um sorry about that, so were you coming to check up on me?” I ask foolishly. “Yup just came to check up on your scar as soon as it’s healed you can continue on your journey.” She replies “so let’s see the scar. She removes the bandage softly reviling the scar “Oh, its terrible!” she squealed. “What no. let me see?” I take out the blue mirror to see a nothing but a basic scar running along my lids over a now grey pupil and over my eyebrow. “It’s not that ba-.” “Hahaha!” she laughed “I was just messing around it healed fine.” Her laughter was so hysterical her hair shook around reviling her pointed ears. “You’re an elf too?” I say surprised. Fixing her hair she replied “yes Wood Elf. You?” I freeze what Elf am I? “I don’t know.” I whisper “I guess high El-.” “No you’re not a high Elf you features say otherwise.” She stares at me observing my posture and face like a cat. “Oh am I a dark elf then?” I say anxious to know what sub-race I am. “Off course not.” she giggles “I can’t say for sure but I think you’re wood elf.” “Wow. It’s a lot to take in.” I say confused. There are couple minutes of silence. Until a she grasps my hand shows me out of the tent, around the camp and through the forest and on the path to Alras. “I hate to say but you must continue on your journey.” She says with a sense of sadness. “So I this is goodbye?” I ask. “Yes, oh by the way I never got your name wood Elf?” she asks with a sly expression. “Astër Melâne.” I shoot back. “And you?” “Miclë Ärta.” she Responds. “May our paths cross again one day?” I take a mental recording of this moment as she disappeared into the forest and I set foot on the path.

What are your Character’s ambitions? : Astër Melâne ambitions are to sell and trade. I just wish to be a merchant.

What is your character’s favourite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc.): Iron Axe(protection purposes).

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? : Selling, trading, speech (talk my way out of anything. Unless it’s dwarfs they scare me)

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/me-852799/

Other Information about your Character: Very opportunistic, welcoming, maybe changes his tunic now and then and highly likeable (scared of dwarfs)

Open-Response-Questions

1) 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?

Answer: I would approach the two warriors with a slow stride and begin to work my charms in speech. “Well hello now why on earth are you harassing this poor gentleman?” I say sarcastically. “Jog on mate.” Armed warrior one says gruffly standing tall over me. “Now don’t get your chain male in a twist.” I chirp. “Oy!” Armed warrior two “he said jog on.” And sends Punch in to my torso. “Well.” I cough “Well this no way to treat a politician.” I say furiously. “P p p politician” they both stutter curiously “sorry sir, we didn’t mean-” I cut them off “Now let’s pretend this did not happen before send both you to the Alras dungeon! We would want that would we?” I say demandingly. “No sir” they both squeal, dropping the money as they running away. I Help the Halfling up and pack his belongs. “Thank you sir.” He says contently “and good to you luck in politics.” “Ha. I’m not a politician. I’m just a merchant.” I chuckle. “You got me you’re a better actor.” He says as we leave the path for civilisation.

2) 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?

Answer: As a merchant myself I am aware of crooks; however I approach the stall admiring the produce “Hiya mate what you selling.” I reply. “A bit of everything.” He laughs. Displaying some wools, swords, various leather items, spider eyes, and a music disc. “Ha hardly everything.” I say. Chuckling to myself as, I leave for a decent stall for trade.

3) 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? :

Answer: I love loot but as I am Unaware of what poisons and traps are lurking around this deserted hut so I leave the items be. Who knows it might be sacred or not even abandoned. as pain full as it is I guess it will stay alone, untouched, unnoticed , unused.

4) Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you in the common tongue, and how do you respond?

Answer: I great them as I normally would and ask of food and temporary accommodation In their own tongue of cause. Over all I would stay on high alert last thing I need is a tribe of orcs, bandits, dwarfs especially high alert if it were dwarfs. I would want to be a burden to them either so once I’m good, I’m gone.

5) 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 offers their support. How does your character act on this information? :

Answer: I am always looking for a reward and now bandits are involved too, this may be a chance to find Miclë. First I need to know what kind of reward or bandits I’m facing. “So what kind of reward are we talking about?” I ask curiously. “Well maybe couple 100 minas or so.” “Sounds Interesting I guess I’m in.” Weapons? I don’t like anything but my axe. “I would like to use my axe that ok with you guys.” “Ok what about armour and protection.” I say anxiously. “Well is there’s going to be a whole squad of troops so it’s safe and perfectly planned nothing will go wrong.” They reply. “So why do you need me?” I grin. “Um err.” Emanate from the group. “I have one last question, what colour tents do they have?” I add. “I believe its bordeaux red.” Reply’s the chief “So you in?” “I’m not interested plus, you don’t need me with warriors such as yourself.” I laugh sarcastically as I leave the crowd.

My utmost apologies if I post this to early.

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In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power gaming is the opposite of meta-gaming and as I understand it is forcing actions against another player. As so if in real life you would not instantly kill someone. Take their money and walk away with no harm to yourself.

Powergaming isn't exactly the opposite of Metagaming, but your definition beyond that is correct.

Your are missing two question from your Application..

Your Biography didn't really change.. All you did was fix the names... Please try and edit that..

Still your formatting is very unreadable and I ask that you check such out.

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