Third Application

[Galadorn 0]

Out-Of-Character

Minecraft Account Name: Vexxed_Quarian

How old are you?: I am 17 years old.

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: I live in England (GMT 0:00).

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes, I do.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am a college student living in England. I enjoy playing games, having a laugh with my mates and listening to music (anything from country to heavy metal).

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I can be on most weekends and Mondays and Fridays.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying is a way of escaping the dullness of reality by taking on the guise of another character and making decisions as they would whilst developing their story along the way.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I have played on a lot of Garry's Mod RP servers and played a character (Hirenstor the elf) on Lord of the Rings Online for about a year. I am also a fan of the game series Mass Effect, Fallout, Elder Scrolls and Dragon Age.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-gaming is using OOC information to make decisions whilst in character.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power-gaming is the act of forcing actions upon others without giving them a fair chance to react.

What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect the server to contain a mix of people who are good at roleplaying, love minecraft and are fans of fantasy fiction.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I played on Noobscraft but left as I wanted to play something more RP based.

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?: The Minebook server list.

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: Yes, I have made two previous applications. Vexxed_Quarian's Application | Vexxed_Quarian's Second Application

In-Character:

Character Name: Galadorn

What Race are you?: Human

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

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.): Galadorn had a perfectly happy childhood on his family’s farm. They mostly reared cattle and kept a couple of coops of chickens. Galadorn played with his younger brother Barathorn for many hours on the open pastures around the farmstead.

However as he came into his teenage years Galadorn grew weary of the slow paced life of a farmer; he longed for a life of danger, riches and adventure.

Galadorn seized his chance to obtain this life whilst at the town market, buying feed for the chickens. As he was leaving the market a band of tall, filthy, burly men strode into the square. They were led by a terrifying man who was built like a barn and had a rough and greasy beard. The man in question was Arnold 'Grub' Hagildrub, the notorious leader of a bandit clan local to the area. Galadorn approached Grub. After standing a few seconds in terror the horrible mass that was Grub said "Have you got summit te say or you just gonna stand there all day?" Galadorn swallowed his fear and said "I wish to join your clan." Grub and his troop began howling but Galadorn stood his ground undeterred. Grub stopped laughing and growled "So you think ye got what it takes to be one of us kid?" Galadorn nodded sheepishly. "Well then why don't you do me a favour and get my money from that no good lout over there." Grub lifted a fat finger and pointed it towards a halfling that ran the local book store, "He never paid me back after I 'acquired' some rare books for 'im." Galadorn looked at the little fellow cheerfully stacking new editions onto his shelves and felt great remorse, for he knew what he had to do and intended to do it. After having several books torn from the shelves and launched at him the halfling finally paid up. Galadorn returned to Grub and handed him the fat wallet of Minas, "Here." Grub weighed the wallet in his hand for a moment then laughed "That was fine work, don't think I seen a halfling cry like that before! Welcome to the clan."

Years passed on and Galadorn had looted, pillaged, raped and murdered his way to being Grub's right hand. No one within the clan was more trusted, respected or feared than he. Under his watch many small towns and villages had fallen. It seemed that the clan's wealth and power would continue to grow. Unfortunately for Galadorn this was not true. On a misty, grey dawn Galadorn and his raiding party prepared to sack a small village out on an open plain. As they crept towards the town bells rang and a battle cry went out "There's the vermin! Kill them all!" There was a loud roar and clatter as the Emerald Knights charged out of the mist and into the ranks of Galadorn's rabble. The raiding party was greatly outnumbered and out classed. Within twenty minutes Galadorn had lost a quarter of his men, it was then that he sounded the retreat. Most of the clan were locked in battle too deep to escape; those that could, fled for many miles until they found a cave. Galadorn believed himself to have escaped but an Emerald Knight's spy had tracked them to the cave and after three days the knights had surrounded the cave. Rather than risk losing men the Emerald Knight's besieged the cave. After a month six men had died of hunger and two from grish (caught by eating those that died of hunger). Galadorn too had contracted the illness and lay weakened and motionless upon the floor of the cave. Those that were not afflicted or dead were incredibly weak and made not effort of defending themselves when the knights moved in to finish them. They assumed Galadorn dead and left the cave.

A further week passed in which Galadorn lay blind and numb upon the ground. On the ninth day after the knight's departure a band of gypsies discovered the cave and entered it, intending to make camp. The smell of the corpses made many vomit. The travellers piled the corpses high, stripping them of their weapons. Galadorn was last to be moved but as a young man bent to lift him Galadorn let out a raspy breath, the gypsy jumped backwards and yelled "This one's still alive!" Two other men entered the cave and between them they lifted Galadorn out of the cave and took him to their healer. The last thing Galadorn could smell was the burning of his fellows as the pile was ignited. For a time immeasurable to him Galadorn lived on the edge of consciousness until one evening in late spring he awoke. His head was sore and he couldn't feel his left ring finger or pinkie. As he stirred a young gypsy woman with long, dark wavy hair rushed to his side. "Don't try to sit up; you've been more or less dead for nearly two months." Galadorn felt a hand touch the side of his head "Here let me remove this bandage, when we found you it was clear you had suffered from a severe case of grish so I warn you, you may be completely blind." As the bandage came away Galadorn saw hazy figures and blurred colour; the image eventually focused but seemed incomplete. "Let me see how much of your vision you have retained" said the healer. She held her index finger before Galadorn's left eye, "You see that?"

"Yes." replied Galadorn.

She repeated the process before his right eye, "and this?"

"No." replied Galadorn, this time his voice was hollow and afraid.

"Then I'm afraid you've lost all vision in your right eye. I'm sorry." the healer told him solemnly. "Afraid I have some more bad news, we had to remove the last two fingers on your left hand."

"That explains the numbness." replied Galadorn.

The gypsy healer then went on to tell Galadorn all that had happened while he had been unconscious (including news that the Emerald Knight's had executed Grub) before inviting him to stay with them until he was able to at least walk again. Galadorn reluctantly accepted.

For five years Galadorn stayed with the gypsies, learning their culture and how they survived out in the wilds as well as a few trading tips. In return he taught them how to properly wield a blade and care for cattle. When the day came that Galadorn decided to leave the company of the gypsies he set out a man with no purpose; his father would be long passed and his brother bitter. Grub was now dead and the clan dissolved. He was truly alone, so he wondered. He wondered the land searching for purpose and still does.

Galadorn is now in his thirties but wilderness living has kept him fit and nimble. He makes his money by doing odd jobs in the towns he passes through and sometimes works just for shelter or food. He wears a black patch over his right eye from which the sapphire blue of his iris has faded into a cloudy white along with his pupil. He still wears the mail shirt, brown leather hauberk and boots with green leggings he donned whilst with Grub's clan but has added the green/grey cloak gifted to him by the gypsies. His brown hair has started to show flecks of silver and a short, scruffy beard grows along his jaw.

What is your Character's ambitions?: To find a fulfilling occupation that doesn't involve killing innocents (he's a man of simple pleasures).

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): A sturdy, iron sword.

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? Combat with swords.

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

Other Information about your Character: Whilst with the gypsies he learned much about trading and haggling for a fair price, he also has a positive reputation among their people.

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? He sees himself in the two assailants and is reminded of the halfling he extorted as a teenager. This fills him with shame and he is driven forward by an urge to repent. He strides over to the warriors with no regard for his own well-being and announces loudly "I don't believe that belongs to you!" The warriors turn, swords drawn and the one holding the halfling's wallet says "What's it to you?" he points his sword toward Galadorn who looks the warrior in the eye and says "You just made a big mistake." With those words Galadorn drops to the ground and swings his right leg towards the first warriors legs. [this is where in game I would await a response] The large figure collapses to the floor, the second attacker runs toward Galadorn who draws his sword and engages his attacker. The mugger soon realises he is bested when his armour is severely damaged and his cheek is bleeding. Galadorn himself has a few bruises from where the attacker broke his defences. The attacker decides to drop his weapon and surrender [a choice of the other player not me forcing the action]; Galadorn holds him at sword point and says "You should find work with more honest folk." and signals for the mugger to leave. He then sheathes his sword, collects the halflings wallet from the unconscious first attacker and returns it to him. "Thank you kind sir." says the Halfling. Galadorn says nothing but turns away and leaves.

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? Galadorn turns to the man but does not look at him, instead he looks over the man's wares whilst saying "I noticed that you run this shop alone and wanted to know if you happen to be looking for an assisstant. You see, I am weary from my travels and have no Minas to pay for a bed tonight." The shop keeper looks him over and says "Well I'm afraid I have no need of an aid but there is almost always work available in the farmlands, just outside the city's north gate." Galadorn looks over to the posh man and smiles "Thank you, I think farm work will suit me just fine." With that Galadorn leaves the store and heads to the farmlands with childhood memories swimming in his head.

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?: He would approach the hut and check the door to see if it is locked; assuming it isn't he would go inside and take the contents of the chest so that he may be able to sell it or trade it for food and other commodities as he knows very little of smelting and prefers the practicality of iron to the more showy golden swords.

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? "Hail! Do you have any need for a guard for I am in need of food but have no coin with which to buy it from you." The most senior member of the group thinks deeply for a moment before saying "We are making for Solace and though we have seen no trouble yet the most perilous stretches lay ahead of us yet; so we will take you on. A bedroll and food for the journey seem like a fair payment." Galadorn agrees to this deal as not only will he get fed but heading for Solace will also give him an idea of where he is.

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?: He steps forward and says "I will train any who are willing to combat those fiends but I shall not join those of you that would go to battle." a tall man of strong build shouts out "If you are so capable with a blade then why will you not fight these bandits?" This causes a stir in the crowd. Galadorn simply replies "My reasons are my own but who here can say that they would not blame themselves if these men sack the town and you did nothing to prevent it?" The crowd becomes solemn and after a few seconds many of the young men gathered offer their assistance and the local blacksmith offers to equip them all. Galadorn feels a sense of pride but also shame; the shame stems from the same reason he will not combat the bandits. This reason being that he may have once called those men friends and does not wish to be recognised.

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