Zeptor's Application

[EddyTheBrave 643]

Out-Of-Character

Minecraft Account Name:

EddyTheBrave

How old are you?:

13

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:

Eastern

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:

Yeah, I've lived in the US all my life and have always tried my best to not sound like an idiot.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:

I'm a very social person who likes to participate in plays, and other activities. I play minecraft very much, maybe a little too much, but I just like the game a lot.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?:

Due to school, I can stay on for about 2-3 hours on weekdays but on weekends I can stay for 4-6 hours.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you:

To my understanding, roleplaying is when a player would act as their defined character, and do exactly what they do. Even if the character you play is a complete opposite of yourself, you must stay in character at all times and avoid information and characteristics that belong to the player.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?:

I've participated in plays and joined drama club. Video game wise, I've played WoW. I know that rping is pretty different in WoW when compared to this server, but I'm sure I have the hang of how it works here.

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

Meta gaming is when you use outside knowledge of your character in game. An example of this could be when a character says he knows the exact route too a certain place, but never really encountered the it ic.

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

Power-Gaming would be when you're overpowering your ability and never losing. For example, it would be powergaming to release yourself after you've been tied up completely by another player.

What do you expect this server will be like?:

I expect the server to be a fun, adventurous server where everyone is nice and always stays in character.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:

I haven't really played any roleplay server, mainly because when I read their description, it just doesn't satisfy me enough to apply, unlike this amazing server.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:

Yes I have.

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

Of course.

How did you hear about us?:

I heard about this server because I have about 8 friends who played it, and I watched them play it and I just completely loved it.

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?:

In-Character:

Character Name:

Zeptor

What Race are you?:

Elf

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

None

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.):

It all started off from when I was 4 years old. My family and I lived in a small elven village where everything is nature-like. I spent my days catching bugs and helping my parents with chores. But my favorite activity that I never got bored of was watching my father shoot his bow in the range. I would watch him for hours and never get bored or tired. He always told me that one day I would carry on the tradition with my own bow. Just the thought of that intrigued me with excitement. My mother was a humble, fragile woman who didn't have many friends and mostly never went outside, unless she goes tend her garden.

At the age of 15, a strange man moved in next door. He was very broad and had a mysterious feature about him, that I couldn't put my finger on. Him and my father got along very quick and became friends that very day. He would come over for supper and hunt and fish with my dad. the man seemed to live by himself, and never said he had any family. He wasn't much of an archer, but he used his sword often. His face was pretty ugly, and had a horrible scar on his eye, making the color of it light blue, while the normal eye is green. No one ever commented about it, and he said that he mistakenly cut himself in the eye while hunting. I didn't believe him, but I couldn't do anything about it.

One dark night, I woke up in my bed at the middle of the night being awaken by a loud yelling noise. I quietly listened, and it seemed like a familiar voice coming from downstairs. I was unsure to check, so I first went to my parents chamber, only to find no one in the empty bed. I than tiptoed downstairs and listened to the familiar voice, appearing to be the neighbors voice. "FOR THE LAST TIME, WHERE IS THE PLANS YOU FOOLS?!" He shouted. "Why was he yelling like that? Who is he yelling at? What plans is he talking about?" All these questions ran through my head, but i blocked them out and continued to listen silently." I...I... I told you, I'm not goin' to tell you...". Father? He sounded hurt and out of breathe. " Tell me or I will slit your little throats!" the neighbor shouted." Go...ahead... I still will never tell..." My father said. "Very well than, I shall kill you and search for the plans myself." I heard him unsheathe his sword,about too kill them. "NOO!" I yelled, as I moved out of my hidden place. I was shocked to see both my parents tied up and bloody, appearing to been beaten up and tortured. Also, instead of seeing the peculiar neighbor, I saw an.... Undead... with the same scar on the face, perhaps he cloaked himself with a certain potion or spell. He looked at me and smiled, saying" Hehe... Now you will watch your parents get killed for their foolish actions." He raised his sword and slashed my parent's bodies many times. I couldn't do anything, except sit there and watch the death of my parents, being murdered with blood flying everywhere. Tears were going down my eyes uncontrollably. He than turned to me, but before he done anything, I ran up the stairs while he was in pursuit of me. I evasively dodged his attacks and ran to my parents closet, knowing of the only safe place I knew. I opened the small hatchet in the closet and jumped in. As the man continued to pound on the door, I quickly looked around the cellar, trying to find a weapon or something to defend myself with. I than found a dusty chest marked "Saved for Zeptor's future". I opened it quickly and found a majestic bow, carved with outstanding decal, and felt perfect to shoot with. I got hypnotized by its majestic beauty as I lifted it up. Also in the chest was a Iron sword and a couple of arrows. I took all of them, and got ready for my first fight. I pushed open the hatchet as hard as I can and found the undead jumping back, ready for some action. Even though I never shot a bow, I had a clue of how to use it because of all the years that I had been carefully studying my father. I quickly drew my bow as he ran towards me, about to lunge and kill. I let go, and the arrow hit him in the foot, even though I was aiming for his head. It still made him fall back, but only to get back up again. I quickly did the same action, but this time I hit him in the leg. I started getting the hang of it, and getting better and better. I proceeded to shoot him about 3 more times until he caught up and lunged his sword. At that exact moment I withdrew my sword, but he was too fast. I got hit in the shoulder and than he slashed me again in the hip, but than I kicked him away and stabbed him in the chest, making him fall. But he than got back up again! Why wasn't he dying? I wondered. But instead of attacking, he just smirked and threw a dark potion at the floor, making him vanish into thin air. I didn't know what to do at that point, except to kill that man. I stayed only for a little, tending my wounds. I packed my bags with bread and a couple of minas, and took off the crime scene. I trained with my bow from there on out, until I became as skilled as my father. But I always kept traveling, not knowing where I was going, but all I knew was that I needed to kill the undead with a scar.

What is your Character's ambitions?:

To find the man with a scar who killed my parents, and to kill him no matter what.

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

My bow.

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

He has exceptional aim since he always trained.

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

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Other Information about your Character:

He now is a character who doesn't like talking, but he will help anyone, just not revealing it was him who helped. He doesn't just use his bow for everything, he likes to play out a smart strategy.

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?

As I was walking on the elven road, I heard some voices behind a bush on the out-skirts of the road. I sneakily watched the scene of two orcs bullying a small halfling. He appeared very scared and helpless, and I just had the urge to help him. I quickly thought of a plan, and proceeded with it. I tied a hard knot around one of my sturdy arrows, making it a loop under the bow. I also shot it to make sure it would work. If all my calculations are correct, this will go very well and no wind or anything will throw off aim. I than went behind a tree, beginning to withdraw my bow. I needed to aim about 3 feet higher than the normal height. I carefully let go, hoping for my life this will work. The gods of Asulon heard my prayers! The arrow went right above the first orc's head, who was facing the other orc. The loop of rope under the arrow tied around the first orc's head, which made the arrow go down and hit the second orc's head. I walked into the scene, acting as if I have no idea what happened.Seeing the small halfling which is completely confused of the situation. "What happened here? I heard the noise while I was walking from the pub nearby." I said. " I-I-I don't exactly know!" He said. As he continued to babble on about what happened, I checked the pulse of each orc. The one who got hit by the arrow is dead, but the other one is just knocked out. I interrupted him by saying " Well you should scurry along before anything else happens...". I took the orc's food, but no minas, and just walked away.

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?

I ended up in Alras from the road, and as I walked through the busy city a old little man approached me and asked If I needed anything. I had only a couple of minas, but I liked to save up for more important occasions. "Hmm, do you have any arrows?" I asked. "Well of course I do! The finest of all the land. That would be 40 minas kind sir."." Are you insane old man?! What kind of arrows would be 40 minas! Bahh to hell with you! I hope no customers will come to this retched stand!" I knew I went a little too harsh on him, but my rage took over my body, and I honestly don't care. I rushed away from the stand, walking onward to anywhere but there.

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?:

I was traveling through a forest I don't even know, I started slashing through the vines in my way, only to encounter a worn down hut. "Maybe someone lives here" I thought. I went through the debris around the hut. No one was inside the hut and appeared that no one lives here. I searched the place, and found a dusty chest full of cobwebs. I brushed it away and inside the chest I was 4 iron bars and a golden sword. I only took the iron bars and left the golden sword which were useless to me. I proceeded on my journey that I was on.

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?:

After searching through the forest for just a glimpse of food, I encounter a small camp in the forest full of men trading. "Please... Do any of you have any food..." I asked. I was so desperate for food, but didn't have any minas."Of course we do! But it comes with a price. 4 minas for some bread.". There was no way I would give any minas to him, even though I don't even have any. I just walked along, in search of any more food.

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?:

As I am in my temporary chamber, I hear a knock on the door, and a piece of paper slide under the door. "Wanted, Bandits outside of town, BIG REWARD". I desperately needed minas , but I didn't want to get in any trouble with anyone at all. If I help the bandits, the city hates me. But if I help the city, I risk my life which is nothing that I need. So I continue to read a book I have found.

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