Celikus27's App #2

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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. Another meaning is when you talk out-of-character while in-character. For example, complaining about going to school whlile speaking in-character would be meta-gaming. (I think)

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?: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/53387-celikus27s-app/page__p__410130#entry410130

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 wooden bow and an iron sword 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 maps he drew and gathered interesting plants, alchemy ingredints and so forth.

At about age 13, Hildar was out exploring the wilderness when it started to rain. Light drops at first, the sky turning more grey as the rain got heavier. His map got wet--despite his attempts to keep it dry--and 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 eventually turned to a thunderstorm, now with huge drops of rain showering the land and the tops of trees. 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, cooking pot with bowls and plates, 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 and a flint and steel kit for lighting. He struck the flint and steel together, igniting the stick 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. He living off of the food left in the shack. He occasionally entered 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 it when it happened. He had no money to buy food; he would have to find it himself. He went outside and looked around him. How could he get food? he got an idea and climbed up a tree. He began to search its leaves and branches until he found an apple. After searching some more, he found another apple; then another. He searched more but couldn't find any more fruit, so he climbed down the tree. As he reached the bottom, he saw some brown and red mushrooms. Quickly he collected these, as they could be used to make stew. He spotted three cows nearby, behind a slope and in sunlight coming in through the trees. Meat from animals were a good source of food. He didn't want to kill animals, but he had eaten meat before and needed the food. He grabbed the bow attached to his back, nocked an arrow, pulled the string all the way back and fired. It hit the cow and sent it into a frenzy. He loaded another arrow and shot it at the cow again. The arrow hit and the cow fell to the ground. He quickly shot down the other two cows, then walked in in to take the raw meat and leather.

As Hildar got home, the sun was setting, the sky tinted a bright orange and a cool breeze swept through the trees causing occasional leaves to blow about. Once inside his shack, he put the raw beef in the cooking pot and threw some firewood into the fire pit below. While the meat cooked, he took the leather over to the workbench and crafted some new clothing. By the time the clothing was finished and the meat cooked, the sun had already set and the moon was rising in the sky, casting a luminous light over the forest broken by the shadows of trees. The torch was out again, so he used the lighting kit to reignite it and placed it back on the wall. As it was past dusk, he quickly cut and ate some steak, then climbed into his bed and went to sleep.

For years he lived on like this, hunting animals and gathering food. At one point, he started gathering seeds in the wild and cobbled together a hoe from pieces of stone and tree branches he picked up. Tilling some dirt near a pond with his hoe, he planted the seeds to start farming wheat. He also collected sugar canes to plant near the pond. He also planted some saplings near his house from a type of tree that grew apples. He did more and more things to try and gather food, such as planting mushrooms in the shade to grow and taking melon seeds scattered on the ground that someone had appeared to drop. Nobody was around at the time, and he would be able to obtain more seeds if he farmed melons, so he tilled more land near the pond and planted melons. He had become so self-suffficient that at one point he started to sell food because he was farming more than he needed to eat himself. But he still thought of his parents, the house and the day of the storm; he never forgot and he never would forget.

It was midday, the sun hidden behind a clouded sky and Hildar (who was at around age 17) was heading back to his shack after selling some food at the market. When he arrived at his home in the wilds, he realised something was very wrong. There was a group of seven people, plundering his house. Bandits, by the looks of things. Six wore iron armor with leather pants, while one wore armor made of diamonds with a diamond sword sheathed at his side. He was no match for seven bandits, but he could get the city guard to help. As quickly as he could, he ran back to Normandor and alerted a guard of the bandits in the wilderness.

"Bandits?" the guard asked. "Where? Can you lead me to the place you found them?"

"Yes," replied Hildar. "You might want to gather more guards; there were seven of them."

"What were these bandits doing?" the guard asked.

"Stealing from a house out in the forest," Hildar said, stammering a little.

"A house, eh?" the guard said. "Was it abandoned?"

"I live there," Hildar said. "When I found it, it was abandoned, and I've lived there for four years. Then I arrived and the bandits had taken over."

"...I guess you'd have no reason to lie to me," the guard said, clearly sceptical. "Wait here."

The guard came back in a few minutes with 6 other guards with him. Hildar led them to the shack where the bandits were, and saw them all standing over the plundered items, arguing over who got what. Finally, their leader told them that they would split the loot later, and should get out before they were caught. Hildar quietly explained that these were the bandits that robbed his house. The guards told Hildar that if he helped, he would be rewarded. As they started to leave, the guards ran in with weapons drawn, Hildar behind them.

"Stop!" a guard said, drawing his sword. "You are under arrest for theivery."

The bandits whipped around and drew their swords.

"Back off," the leader said, pointing his diamond sword.

"You are under arrest," the guard repeated. "Now come with us and go to jail."

"How about we kill you and take your stuff?" the leader said.

"We'll see about that," the guard said.

Then they started to battle. Each guard took on a bandit while two faught the leader. Hildar nocked an arrow and shot one of the bandits who had helped another fight a guard, then rushed in and drew his sword. He began to fight, and it was exhilarating. Adrenaline rushed through him as he faught a real battle for the first time, the only other swordfighting he'd ever done being simply training. He was glad he trained, because the bandit was armored and a skilled opponent. He could never draw his eyes away as he constantly had to predict his opponent's move and counter it. He was starting to lose, and the bandit struck him directly for the first time. Even though he was wearing some basic armor, it still hurt. The bandit backed him into a wall and raised his sword high, ready to swing it down, when he got hit by an arrow. One of the bandits was disarmed, and the guard had shot him just in time. The bandit staggered, and Hildar knocked the sword out of his hand, pushing him to the ground. He and the guard took on the remaining bandits with their strength in numbers. Only their leader remained, and they surrounded him. "Take me to jail," the bandit growled, dropping his sword. The guards bound the hands of all the bandits and took them to jail. Hildar followed them. As soon as the bandits were taken care of, one of the guards (the one he had told about the bandits) turned to him. "You've done a service to this city by helping fight those bandits," he said. "Your reward, as promised." He handed Hildar a shining golden sword. "Take care of yourself," the guard said as he walked off.

Hildar didn't want a golden sword as they were soft and ineffective at combat, so he entered the Great Tree--home to many of Malinor's shops--and walked up to a weapons shop.

"Hello," said Hildar to the shop owner. "I was wondering if you might want to buy this." He showed the shop owner the golden sword.

"Hm..." the shop owner said. "That sword looks valuble. How about I'll buy it for 800?"

"900"

"How about 850?"

"Deal."

Hildar walked away from the shop with 850 minas. First he came to an armor stall and bought some new armor, then some tools to keep on him like an axe and pickaxe, then a map and compass to help him navigate as well as a clock. When he came back to his shack, he knew that it was unsafe to live there any longer. So he gathered his belongings and some food, then left his house and set out and 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? Being self-sufficient and farming plants.

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 was traveling from the center Cloud Temple on his way to...well...nowhere. He was simply out to explore, to take a random path and see where he ended up. He enjoyed the weather, a refreshing wind blowing with clouds moving quickly and covering the sky. It looked like a chance of rain, and there was a moistness in the air. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two orcish warriors in full iron armor holding axes harassing a halfling. As he watched, they appeared to be trying to steal money from him.

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

One of the warriors turned to him and said "Hey, dark elf. Why don't you just mind your own buisness and we won't have to get rough."

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

"Good idea," said the first, slowly turning to Hildar. "Give us your valuables and we'll let you go."

"Hey, guards!" Hildar called. "We've got theives!"

Two monks walked up to the warriors.

"These two warriors were stealing from this halfling," Hildar explained.

The monks turned to the warriors and started interrogating them.

"Thank you," the halfling said in a small voice to Hildar.

"Just helping out," Hildar replied.

The monks finished dealing with the orcs and made them give the money back to the halfling. It begun to rain, and one of the orcs growled "This isn't over," as Hildar walked down a path into distant mountains that looked like shadows in the fog. He couldn't see far behind himself due to the heavy fog and rain and he thought of the orcs coming after him. If they came and demended something from him, it would be interesting for sure. Feeling refreshed by the rain, he traveled down the trail for a while, the mountains still obscured by the mist. He had gotten close to the base of the mountains and stopped to rest. He sat on a tree stump and ate a prokchop from his knapsack. After a few minutes, he got up and was about to continue when he saw two figures in the mist. They had axes and wore iron armor. They were orcs. Hildar locked in place as he saw them approach. They slowed to a stop in front of him.

"It's time you learned a lesson to stay out of other people's buisness," one said, drawing his axe.

"Hand over your knapsack or we'll have to get violent," the other said, drawing his axe as well.

Hildar backed away and the orcs drew closer.

"Last warning. Hand it over."

"I'd rather die!" Hildar said, taking out his bow. He bashed one orc in the chest and started to run away toward the mountains. The other orc was right on his tail and swung his axe foreward. It hit Hildar and he fell to the ground. The orc towered above him, and raised his axe. Right as he started to swing, Hildar rolled out of the way and the orc's axe axe hit the road. By this time the other orc had caught up to him. Hildar ran away from them until he looked back and saw the orcs had sheathed their weapons. Appearantly they thought he was more trouble than he was worth. The axe never really hit him, only his armor. If he hadn't got that bit of luck, he probably would have been unconscious by now. He felt adrenaline continue to rush through him as he went down the trail, nearing the mountains. "Well, I didn't plan that to happen," he muttered to himself. Adventures were never planned. He set out seeking adventure, and he had got it. And he knew the orcs would be back.

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?

Hildar was wandering around the land at dawn, the sun visible behind parted clouds and casting shadows across the land. He came to the entrance of the nation Alras, and gazed at the large bridge connecting a giant wall, all made of stone. He gazed at the sun rising through trees and mountains. Once he got through the giant wall he found a well dressed man behind a stall selling various goods. Weapons like swords and bows hung on racks, bread and cooked meat were shown, armor was displayed on maniquins, some jewelery and even shelves with books were there too. The stall had almost everything for sale, it seemed.

The merchant turned to him and said " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?"

"Greetings," Hildar said. "I see you have lots for sale. Just let me have a look around"

"Sure," the merchant replied, "look around all you want."

Hildar gazed around the shop, looking closely to see everything that the merchant had for sale. He had many assorted items, but not a lot of one particular type of goods. Some things were damaged, others broken. He even had some metal ingots, leather and wood for sale.

"How did you get such a big collection?" Hildar asked.

"Oh, I scraped this together over time." the merchant answered. "I traded with people, of course. I used to be an adventurer, so I found a lot of trinkets exploring ruins, caves and such. I'm just a shopkeeper now."

"I'm running low on arrows," Hildar said. "Do you have any for sale?"

"I do!" replied the merchant. "Make a deal."

"How about 100 minas for thirty arrows?"

"Make it 120 and you have a deal."

"Deal."

Hildar gave the merchant the minas and took the thirty arrows from the merchant.

"Thanks," said Hildar. "I guess I'll need to be going now."

"Come back any time if you need supplies," the merchant said as Hildar began to explore the Atlas.

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 was out and about with the sun setting while wandering in a dense forest, that had fading light peeking through the leaves of the oak trees. It was cold in this area and so the grass was a dark dark blue-grey as were the tree leaves. He came across a clearing with a small cobblestone hut. It seemed abandoned; there was no source of light and nobody in it. He searched the area, and nobody was around. He was out too too late, so he entered the hut for the night. Inside a small chest he found six bars of iron and a sword made of gold. He didn't know if these belonged to anyone, so he waited for dawn. When morning came there was still nobody, so he opened the chest again, considering taking something. While he pondered, a halfling wearing a rough tunic and a simple iron dagger ran up to the hut and looked inside.

"Hey," he said, "This is my hut. Please don't take anything; I don't have much money."

"Oh," said Hildar. "Sorry, this hut looked abandoned. I'll be leaving now"

"Thank you," said the human as Hildar exited the hut and ventured on into the forest.

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?

Hildar was lost in the wilderness and out of food. He got lucky and stumbled into a trading camp. The camp had tents with and a fire set up that had a cooking pot with meat in it. Bread, porkchops and hunting supplies were on display.

"Greetings," said one of the traders to Hildar. "How may I help you?"

"I'm lost out here," Hildar replied. "Could you point me toward the nearest town?"

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

"Can I buy some of your food?" Hildar asked.

"Sure," said the trader, "make a deal."

"How about 16 minas for a porkchop?" asked Hildar

"Deal," said the trader.

"Many thanks," said Hildar, giving the minas and recieving a porkchop in return. "I need to find the town now so I can get rest."

"Okay," said the trader. "I hope you'll come to trade with us again."

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?:

Hildar awoke after dawn from an inn he was staying in. The town with the inn was small and mostly home to wooden houses, and was near a dense forest he had recently gotten lost in. As he left his room, the innkeeper told him word of bandits outside the road. Appearantly these bandits were harassing civilians and asking for money when they came down the road. When he got outside he found fourteen guards had gathered, and their leader was offering a reward who helped them. Four people had joined already.

The chances of getting injured were rather small, so Hildar walked up to the leader and said "I'd like to help fight these bandits. What's the reward?"

"200 minas," the leader replied. "So you want to help?

"Yes, I would."

"Alright, you're in. Don't kill them, simply make them surrender."

"Okay, everyone!" the leader said, addressing the group. "The bandits are just down the road. Let's go!"

Everybody ran down the road and saw a group of bandits standing in the middle. There seemed to be almost twenty of them. The bandits had more numbers, but they had the element of surprise. They charged in at the bandits, swords and axes swinging. Hildar climbed up a tree and shot arrrows onto the heads of the bandits. The bandits noticed him but were surrounded by guards and other fighters so they couldn't do anything about it. In time, the bandits all had surrendered. The leader of the guard turned to Hildar as he jumped off the tree.

"You did well," he said. "That...arrow technique of yours really helped. Your reward, as promised."

He handed Hildar 200 minas.

"Thank you," Hildar said. "Anything to make the land safer. Bandits on the road just won't do.

"No, it won't. Now if you'll excuse me, I have buisness to attend to."

[Volutional 935]

A fellow Elf, it should be witnessed by the world, your age and beauty amongst all of Asulon,

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