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[Lirinya 4021]

Out-Of-Character

Minecraft Account Name: kittenaid

How old are you?: 20

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: England, GMT

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I would like to think so, though my spelling can be rather bad at some points.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I really don't like this section...Games Design student, enjoys bits of everything relating to computers. Good enough?

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Completely varies. I couldn't give an estimate.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying, to me means to take on your character. Acting as them, and not yourself. Everything they do is influenced with the world around them and the people they meet.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: Prior to this server, I /had/ not.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Using out of character information in character. For example using something you heard on skype in game.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Making yourself all powerful, not allowing the other person a chance to respond to your actions, better seen in RP fights.

Person 1: *Strikes player2 in the chest, killing him instantly*

Person 2: *Dies*

What do you expect this server will be like?: I would like to think, rather good.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Private servers. No large ones prior to LoTC.

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

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

How did you hear about us?: The Minecraft forums.

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

I did one back in September, but it's most likely lost in the archives now.

In-Character:

Character Name: Lorena Riley

What Race are you?: Elven

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): Pure elf, meaning no subrace.

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.):

A new addition to the family….

A typically average day approached the world of Aegis. The cold night air was quickly replaced by the warm, beaming sun. The doors of residents opened and shop keeps pulled out their wares for display. Dawns Bakery was no exception and would open promptly. Laurelins people would hustle inside for their breakfast. Meeting new friends and greeting old ones. Today was no exception, within three hours of daylight the bakery and its surrounding area was full of exited visitors. Children would run around the front of Laurelin while their parents would sit inside, enjoying fine food and ale. It came to no surprise to one couple that nobody noticed them walk inside the city with a new born baby. Whilst the father wandered to the right of the town towards the market and docks, the mother carefully weaved her way into the bakery. Wrapping a small piece of linen around the baby’s head to protect it. To those watching her, she may have seemed like a caring, gentle mother. This was, however false.

Finding an empty spot within the bakery walls, the woman placed the baby on the table and walked out. With everybody as distracted as they were, nobody noticed as the couple left Laurelin, without their child.

The baby lay on the table for some time. Until it started to cry from hunger. Nobody but an elderly couple approached the child. They glanced at her curiously, cautiously brushing the linen from her head. The man lifted the child from the table, cradling her head gently as the woman flittered around the crowds, looking for anybody who may have resembled the parents, whilst knowing inside that it was an impossible task.

The elderly woman returned to her husband and, from the bakery they bought some cows milk and pieces of bread before returning home. As they ate the bread on the walk, the man passed the child to the woman, where she carefully fed the crying baby the fresh milk. She guzzled it happily and they smiled, the man wrapping his arms around the womans shoulder.

“Re naa lye en. Lye aa’ mali ten’ he” he says softly to her. The woman nods and takes the milk from

[Roughly translated to “She is ours now. We can care for her]

the child, placing her over her shoulder to burp her. As she does, they laugh, entering their home in Old Laurelin.

“We need to name her, you realise?” The woman says as she gently lays the child on the rug.

“Lorena…” the man replies, “Lorena Dneyres, after my mother. What do you think?” he glances to the woman, watching her smile grow wider “I think it is perfect” she whispers, scooping the baby into her arms and taking her to bed, where she lay her down to rest.

Growing up as a Dneyres….

As a child, Lorenas life was filled with happiness at every turn of the corner. She would spend her days carelessly playing with the other children within the walls of Laurelin. She could go anywhere, with no worries from her parents. Often they would pack her some fresh fruit and milk, allowing her to spend the day with her friends. She would run, bare-footed into her favourite grove, not far from her home. The area was enclosed from the world, a small waterfall trickled from the walls and the ground was covered in long, luscious grass and beautiful flowers. She was friendly and social, loved everybody she met.

The Dneyres family were not known for their money. Lorenas father, Tobias made what he could by mining. Mainly, he sold coal and iron ore on the Laurelin market, often disappearing a week to visit Al’khazar. Her mother, Reinna would make money farming. Gathering enough food for their family and selling what spare she could. Between them, they made enough to live comfortably.

One thing that did always confuse Lorena was, how her parents were older than most. She noticed that, whilst her friends parents would run around, playing with them, her parents were too frail to do so. Instead, they would sit her down on evenings, warmed by the fires glow and teach her the old elven language. She enjoyed this much more than playing though, she found it frustrating to learn, especially when none of her friends spoke the language.

“Lorena” her mother chuckled “It is pronounced ‘Nosse’ not ‘Norse’”

Lorenas face hardened as she concentrated, spelling each letter in her head, then the full word and finally saying it out loud “Nosse~” She grinned, beaming up to her mother. With a smile and a nod Reinna replied “Yes darling, Nosse means family” Lorena smiled and studied her thoughts once more. After a moment she says confidently “Lye nosse. Firimar, atar ar’ tinu. Nosse Dneyres”.

Her parents were proud of her development, she became smarter, intelligent and beautiful. But, at the age of twenty, she summoned the courage to enquire about her parents. They sat with her one rainy day and her mother took hold of her hand “Tinu, Mani naa ta?” her mother questioned. Lorena sighed deeply “Mother, Firimar, why is it that I do not look like you? Why is it that you and Atar are older than the others parents?”. Her father nods “We found you, child. In the Bakery some seventeen years back. You will be too young to remember but we had just returned to Laurelin from a trip to the Human Kingdom selling wares. We walked into the bakery to see you laid on the table, crying your heart out, yet nobody else turned to you. I picked you up and your mother fed you. We will not keep this from you child, it is best you know.”

Her mother wiped tears from her eyes “I cannot tell you more than that Lorena. We named you, fed you, clothed you. You are our daughter but…we will understand if you do not wish to continue being with us….” Lorena blinked out of surprise and wrapped her arms around her mothers neck “Thank you for telling me but you are my family. My birth parents obviously didn’t look for me, so why should I care of them? I am Lorena Dneyres. My place is here.” She stood up and bowed respectfully to her parents “I am going for a walk…I need to think about what was said to me…may I?” both parents nodded and waved her off as she walked into the rain, carrying a cloak with her.

She walked towards Laurelin gates, she noticed, to her right, two men, half in armour stood talking, hidden under a tree. With their helmets removed she could see, plain as day that they were humans. They seemed so care free, whilst the elves enjoyed nature, they would hide indoors when the rains came. These humans did not seem to care. They fascinated her, even their accents, how they spoke to one another. It was then that they realised she had never left Laurelin. She had always found what she needed within the walls. At that moment, she longed to venture outside. Though the outside is something that her parents had always warned her about, everything they had told her seemed, at this moment, irrelevant. Perhaps she needed this change? Perhaps that is what was needed in her life?

She watched the men for another moment until they spotted her; she lowered her head in an instant. They smirked and kicked the tree they were under; Lorena saw their actions and frowned. Why would they have so little disrespect? At that moment, whilst she still dreamed of leaving Laurelin, she began to despise the humans. One mans actions clouded her judgement for the entire race.

The breaking of a family….

Lorena spent the next seventy-five years living in practical bliss. Still always stuck within Laurelin gates, but also, enjoying her time there to the fullest. As she grew older she spent less time with her friends and sadly grew apart from them. Instead she stuck to painting and sewing. She had grown creative, seeking these skills to pass her time, but to also act as an outlet. She wrote poems of her dreams and painted what she imagined the human kingdom to look like. She would plan her first journey out towards the kings road. What she would take with her; food, clothes, perhaps some mina?

But all these plans were thrown into despair three months after the passing of her one hundredth birthday. Her parents had both caught an illness not long ago though, with their bodies aged to an extent Lorena still didn’t know, they struggled to fight the infection and gradually became worse. They would spend their days together, laid in their bed whilst Lorena cared for them. She would cook their meals of mushroom and steak soup with freshly baked bread. She would clean their clothes and keep the house clean. They were very proud of their daughter and, as family friends came to visit the ill, dying couple, they admired Lorenas dedication to the couple and would leave her gifts of new clothes and coin to help her on her way. She was grateful of the donations, not that she saw them as gifts. She wasn’t, in her mind doing anything that a normal child wouldn’t do.

As her parents lay ill for the second month it became apparent they were not becoming any better. She realised it, but her parents did too. Though they hid it as best they could, neither could move from their beds. They became more frail than usual and often Lorena would sit in her room, tears flowing from her eyes. Though she acted strong for them, they deserved a child who could care for them until their dying day.

That came soon enough, on their final day, exactly three months after they contracted the illness, they wished her a final goodnight. The moon was shining through their window as they fell asleep in each others arms. Never to wake again. Lorena sat with them for the whole night, never moving, never leaving their side. She knew they were gone. But those people had been in her life from as far back as she could remember. She owed it to them.

As morning approached Lorena headed out of the home to locate a Prince. She explained the situation and asked they be buried somewhere peaceful. Permission was granted to have them buried, with no tomb stones, within the grove she had spent most of her childhood. A service which, only close friends were invited too. They did not appreciate fuss and would have wanted to be sent off in silence. She returned to the house and glanced around the empty living area. There was no sound of her mother cooking, no sound of her father tinkering with treasures he would find in the mines. Nothing. Just silence.

Over the following five days, she did not leave the house and would cry. Simply cry. She had never experienced this feeling of pure grief before and did not know how to handle herself. On the fifth day she stood herself up from the floor, where she had been knelt for several passing hours and wiped her eyes. Silently she collected what food she could as well as a few changes of clothes, her diary, some ink, a quill and some spare parchment. She picked up the bundle of minas her mother had given her a day before her passing and threw it all into a bag. She draped it over her shoulder and wandered out of the door. She scoured Laurelin until she found the prince whom had aided her in burying her parents, meekly she handed him the lock to her home; “Take it.” She said firmly “Ensure the new owners pay respect to the home. For I no longer require it.” She bowed briefly and dashed through the gates, never to return again.

A new life begins….

Lorena took a deep breath before taking her first step outside Laurelins gates. She was beginning her grand adventure, and was terrified. She had no idea how people would react to her, this ‘new person’. Clinging onto the strap of her bag, she slowly walked on. She had never seen the outside, but knew what to look for and what directions to head. Her parents had taught her well. The first place she passed was the Cloud Temple. She gazed in awe at the structure. Her parents had told her stories, this is where you sometimes wake up they would tell her. Nobody fully knows why, only the monks watch over us best they can.

She admired the scenery surrounding the temple, and spotted, from the corner of her eye a sigh which said ‘Kings Road’. “Aran raava” She recited to herself out loud. She slid her hands from around her bag strap and lowered them to her side, if she was to get accustomed to the outside, she would have to stop being nervous.

As she travelled down the kings road she saw a split in the road. Unmarked and covered in trees, she cautiously followed the road….

Lorena never settled after that. She spent her years flitting between small villages and towns she would find on her travels. Meeting various people and renting out inn rooms, she would make her money from trade. Her father had taught her well. She knew what to say and rough prices to sell her wares at. Farming was easy for her, as it was something her mother had taught her how to do, so when she could, she would till a small area and plant wheat seeds. She would wait for them to grown, harvest them and cook them into bread. She would then sell the bread to travellers, or to the inn she stayed in.

Lorena enjoyed her travels; though she never met anybody she could call a friend. She never had the chance to bond with anybody and as such, often went long periods of time without any contact with anything other than farm animals. Instead, she would recite elven to herself, struggling to remember her words and phrases. She feared that, when she did meet another person, that she would no longer know how to communicate. There may have been villages scattered all over Aegis, and small homes here and there, but they were rarely inhabited.

Lorena blamed this on the undead.

She held no fear for them, as she knew little of their history. Only that they once attacked Laurelin when she lived there with her parents, She was not told much directly, but she heard from passers-by that they were a force to be feared greatly. Oddly enough, she still feared humans more than the undead. She still believed they were a greater, more terrifying force than anything else she could imagine.

After years of travelling, she found herself back on kings Road. As she glanced at the surrounding area. There was obvious damage and she knew where it had come from. Undead had destroyed a vast amount of the buildings that once stood next to the road. She was quickly ushered from the road by a passer-by, and taken to the cloud temple. The stranger simply bowed and proceeded towards a portal which now stood opposite of the temple.

She stood hidden under a tree for a short while, watching all the curious people flee towards this portal. As she did, she caught sight of the path towards Laurelin, wondering whether or not she should go and pay visit to her ‘home’. As she stepped out from under the tree, she collided with yet another citizen, dashing to this portal. A dwarf, or an unluckily small human, she though.

“What’r yer think yer doin’ lass. B’ a bit more carefull will ye?! I wan’ get throu’ th’ portal in one piece!” the small person growled.

“Oh…sorry…” She said cautiously “Can you…what is through that portal?” Lorena muttered in reply.

The man blinked at her in surprise “Yer ‘av no idea do ye? It’er be th’ Verge! There be ships a waitin’ fer us t’ take us away frum all th’ death ‘ere!”

Lorena nods and bows her head, apologising for the trouble and stood herself up as she watched the man walk into the portal.

Should she trust a stranger? They all seem to be heading the same way so….

She turned herself back towards the road to Laurelin. With a quick backwards glance to the temple and a deep sigh, she advanced towards the portal and stepped into the Verge for the first time….

The journey….

She glanced around her surroundings, it was dark, and the air felt dense. There was an overwhelming smell of oldness and dust in the air. Everything she could see was gray with a tint of purple, emitting from the portal. She could barely see in front of her and edged towards her left, where she held onto the wall, following it forwards.

She cringed as she approached a bridge. Holes, large enough for her to fall in scattered the bottom of the bridge and ahead of her, a giant spider stood guarding the way. From the distance she was at, she could not tell if it were real, or fake. As she timidly approached the giant spider, she heard skittering noises behind her, turning her head slightly she stared into the darkness, only to see small dots of piercing red light. She yelped and ran as fast as she could towards the large spider, and the entrance to what seemed another room. This one was lit better, and in front of her stood a large, spiral staircase.

Without a second thought, and without looking back, she dashed up the stairs, carefully avoiding the holes which threatened her. It took her, what seemed a life time, to reach the top. She closed her eyes sharply as she emerged out of the stairs and from the underground. There she stood in silence….

The land looked much like Aegis. Green grass and trees, blue sunny skies…but the atmosphere was different. The people there were anxious. Lorena knew straight away. Their worried faces told stories worse than her own, and she could tell they wanted to get away from this place. She hovered around the crowds surrounding the stair way for an hour, attempting to learn more of this place, without having to disturb the others. She overheard that there were boats, much like the small man had told her earlier, down a rocky path. She carefully followed the only path she could find, it didn’t look rocky, but she was willing to at least search.

Happily she smiled as she caught sight of the docks. There stood several large ships. More than one per race, and many smaller vessels. The dwarves were easily identifiable. Gray in colour, much resembling stone and the orcs had their great big ship. She watched the people as they boarded their own ships, she watched as the elves boarded one ship and the humans boarded the other which stood next to it. She was torn. She had not lived with the elves of Malinor since she was a child and was sure it would bring back painful memories, at the same time she had never lived with the humans, and despised them, but she thought they may be more welcoming than her own kind.

She sighed as she reluctantly boarded the elven ship. Glancing around, she recognised no one. Which was a relief, yet it filled her with fear. Without lifting her head, she climbed the ladder down to the bottom of the ship, where she huddled into a corner until they set sail.

Drifting off to sleep, she wept. She would never have the chance to visit her parents burial place. Her childhood home was more than likely destroyed by now and everything she had known, was gone….

The boat set sail only two days after she had arrived. She had just enough food for herself and barely moved from the corner where she sat. When she first felt the boat rock, she stood herself up and climbed back to the top. Clinging onto the railings, the only things that protected her on the vessel, and peered over the side. She had never sailed on water before, and she was certain she would not enjoy the ride…

Not long after they had set off, perhaps a day into the trip, violent storm hit the ships as they sailed. Burning holes in the sales and breaking masts. It was a terrible journey, something she would surely never forget. Yet, she felt relief. Nobody had spoken to her, nobody had recognised the stranger. This could be a brand new start for her and she liked this idea.

As the journey progressed, she began to talk to the other elves on the ship. Gradually making friends with a small handful. Offering starving children pieces of food she had spare. Offering the cold her jacket. The people began to take notice of the kind newcomer. In return of her kindness, some would allow her to have their bed for the night or offer her food. She was grateful to them, as they were to her.

As the captains of the ships spotted land close by, the waters began to churn, sending the ships swaying from side to side. The children clung to their parents as they hid within the ships belly. With an almighty crash, the elven vessel collided with something. Water began to gush into the ship and the passengers were quick to flee. The front of the ship had been completely ripped from the ship. Passengers belongings drifted in the water as the smaller vessels carefully carried those who could not swim, to shore. Lorena shook her head as a stranger offered her a lift and instead helped the last family into the small boat. She watched them set sail to land and jumped into the water after them.

It was only a short swim and, when she arrived to dry lands, she looked back at the ship in horror. She had little with her to remind her of Aegis now, and the one physical tie she had to that once beautiful land, lay broken in the waters of a new, terrifying world.

She followed the crowds who seemed to be following others, much like sheep she thought. With strangers offering her clothes and the likes to keep her dry and well, she trudged up the paths. Eventually arriving at the Cloud Sanctuary. A beautiful structure, one much larger than the one back in Aegis. The monks which inhabited the temple welcomed the strangers with open arms, caring for the sick and guiding the others to homes which they may settle in. Lorena felt calm and, decided that she would spend her time much like the monks, offering help to those who needed it.

Little did she know that this is where her life would change for the better….

A new world….

For the following weeks, Lorena worked along side the monks, whilst keeping her distance from there. Something about their presence scared her, she saw them as a higher group of people. They had been here since before them. To the monks, they were out siders and Lorena did not feel as though she should approach them unless utterly necessary. Of course, she was worrying herself over nothing. Though she did not think like that.

The monks allowed those who had arrived from Aegis the chance to set themselves up just outside the temple walls. The land was flat and the visitors happily began to clear the area and build shelters. However, whilst Lorena watched them, she saw they ruined the land, much like they did back in Aegis. She cursed them for their irresponsibility and sought a monk. She explained the situation to them in hope that something would change.

Indeed it did…

Not long after, the land was cleared and the monks built small homes which people could temporarily live in. Along with that, they created a small farm and logging camp, where the new people could collect basic materials and farm themselves some food. In her time at the temple, Lorena spent her days collecting apples from the trees which had fallen to the ground, and offered them to the people who woke from being saved from the monks. Each greeted her happily.

On a gloriously sunny day, one not much different than the rest, Lorena was making her rounds of the temple. Checking on those who had just arrived. There she spotted a man, at first glance he looked like a human but, after taking a moment to admire him, she saw he was an elf like herself. She bowed her head towards him, smiling. A smile brighter than normal. She nervously offered out an apple to him “Care for an apple?”

The man shook his head “N’diola lle…oh…n-“

“Oh, alright then.” Lorena interrupted. The stranger stood and stared at her for a moment, had she just cut him off mid-sentence and replied to him? Did she understand him? “Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie?” the man spoke, rasing his eyebrow curiously. Lorena nods and smiles “It is unusual to find somebody else who speaks Elven, are you from Aegis?” she asked quietly. The stranger nods in return “Amin, Mani naa essa en lle?”

“Lorena Dneyres, your own?”

“Saiko, Saiko Riley” he replied. He smiled once more and held out his hand “Care for a walk Lorena?”

“O..oh, certainly.” She places the apples back in her bad, taking his hand. She had not found somebody she could hold a comfortable conversation with before. She found she enjoyed his company and, within months they became a couple and as years past, they became married. As they did, they decided that perhaps was the time to settle down. Saiko acquired some land within the town of Ager, Renatus. There, they built a small home, surrounded by a huge wheat farm. Their life was simple, but enjoyable. Lorena would spend her time farming their land, collecting wheat to sell to others, and seeds to donate to surrounding farms where Saiko would work for the king, collecting his supplies and , in reward, would be given other supplies.

She enjoyed their lifestyle, but she had wound up living, surrounded by the race she disliked the most, humans. Living in their lands, she felt uneasy.

On a day where Saiko was away, and Lorena was tending to the farm, a strange man, human at that approached her. Wearing a long red coat and suit, he looked like a man of either importance, or he thought himself to be so.

He introduced himself as Brayden Roze. They spoke a short while, both describing their dislike of the human race, even though this stranger was human. “Perhaps I can interest you in a move?” Brayden asked “I own a home in ArmaLuna, an island far off. Open to all races. The home its self is rarely used and I wonder if you could give it some attention?” Lorena threw all caution out of the window. Normally she would say no to an offer from a stranger, but this fear of new people had been holding her back for some time. She nodded to the man and they travelled to ArmaLuna.

Once she had acquired the home from the human, she returned to Ager, to collect Saiko and lead them to their new home. He was as exited to move from their home as she was and now, this is where their life has brought them…..

What are your Character's ambitions?: She has no clear ambitions, other than to live a happy, simple life style. Perhaps to have a family of her how, that would be hear greatest dream.

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): Her backpack, being as it can carry her food and basic small tools.

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? She is known to be a good listener, and makes friends easily...if you appear nice.

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format, if you do not know how to acquire one, click here: http://www.lordofthe...kin-screenshot/):

http://screenshooter.net/4248337/wjcfqhw

Other Information about your Character:

I cannot think of anything else which would need to be added. Though I will say the events in her biography did not physically happen. They're simply made up for lore purposes.

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 Lorena approaches the temple she glances to the small crowd of men. The two heavily armored warriors could easily over power Lorena, as physically she is not strong, though she matches their height.

She walks around the hillsides surrounding the temple towards another entrance, hoping to find somebody else whom may help the halfling before more trouble transpires. She would do no good, confronting the men, they would more than likely do as they have done, or will do to the halfling, back to her. As she carries a good amount of apples and minas with her in her pack.

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?

Lorena quickly glances to the shop keep.

"Oh" she exclaims "Let me check my pack, to see if I am low on food or other supplies" she says in the best common language she can structure. After rummaging through her pack she finds she is low on apples, unusual for her.

She offers the shop keep and, on forgetting the common word for 'apple' she points to the shiny red apple sat on the stall front.

"Ah, apples, two minas a piece if that sounds fair? How many do your require?" the keep asks in return,

"I'll take twenty, if you have that many?"

The shop keep nods and rests a linen bag of apples on the side, Lorena hands over the minas and bows her head, throwing the apples into her rucksack and walks off.

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?:

The sword has no use to Lorena, it could bring minas, but they don't interest her. However she could probably use the iron id crafting a farming tool. However, it's no use here and she is not physically strong enough to carry them home. Instead she rests in the corner of the hut for the night, and continues on her travels at sun rise.

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

With the common tongue not being one she recognizes, Lorena rubs her stomach, trying to mime her being hungry.

One member of the camp seems to acknowledge her hunger and brings out a mixture of foods for her, in return she holds out what minas she has left on her person. Not being able to understand them, she walks from the camp, not wishing to attempt to discuss directions with them.

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?:

Minas mean little to Lorena. Instead she offers he who is in charge to provide food for those who fight for him. She is no fighter and would find it more rewarding to help feed, and perhaps heal, in some way, those who go after the bandits.

Anything else you would like to say?:

[Thu'um 530]

A VERDICT HAS BEEN REACHED:

Greetings Applicant, I _____ to inform you that your application has been:

Wait I must calculate your exact spelling mistakes-

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I would like to think so, though my spelling can be rather bad at some points.

Recorded, approximately 2.71 spelling mistakes:

enquire

is spelled 'inquire'.

Other Information about your Character:

I cannot think of anything else which would need to be added. Though I will say the events in her biography did not physically happen. They're simply made up for lore purposes.

NO! I read your entire biography and you mean to tell me I was deceived!

Minas mean little to Lorena. Instead she offers he who is in charge to provide food for those who fight for him. She is no fighter and would find it more rewarding to help feed, and perhaps heal, in some way, those who go after the bandits.

This lacks effort

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

I did one back in September, but it's most likely lost in the archives now.

YOU'RE LYING! I JUST FOUND IT!

please ignore this application currently, I need it here until I can get onto the PC and edit my skin.

Out-Of-Character:

-Minecraft Account Name: My username is Kittenaid

-How old are you?: 20 Glorious years old.

-Time-Zone/Countryof Residence:GMT- England

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

I do yes, however my grammar can slip from time to time. But I never type in ‘txt speak’

-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:

I am a university student studying Games Design, I will be starting year one of 3 in 2 weeks time. I enjoy spending time on Single player creative just building and playing survival with friends on multiplayer. I wouldn’t class myself as a hard core gamer but I enjoy other RPG’s such as WoW. I also play games like Animal crossing, I have played Runescape but not any more.

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

The time dedication will vary. I currently live with my boyfriend and we share a PC , so it will vary depending on his amount of university work. We are getting a high spec laptop soon and I am buying a PC in February so, obviously when we get the laptop my gaming time will rise.

-How long have you played minecraft?:

I am not quite sure, I haven’t been on long i.e over a year. I was gifted it by a good friend so maybe around 4/5 months?

-What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Roleplaying is when you are another person. You take on the personality of that character. Their likes, dislikes etc. I have been roleplaying since around 13 years old, not constantly however, I used to roleplay on GaiaOnline and Habbo Hotel. I have also roleplayed on WoW. I enjoy it, but I can’t seem to find people who take it seriously and people who stick to it.

-What do you expect this server will be like?:

I am hoping that the server will be fun, friendly and constructive. A server which servers a function and not one which is based around mindlessly running around.

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

I haven’t played on a server this size before, I have however ran local servers to play with friends before.

-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?:

I have yes, I find lore fascinating in general and this is no exception. I really like how in-depth it is and how detailed. I find it beautiful how Aegis is described as a canvas, and how we are ‘part of the painting’. It gives a true sense of being a part of something. I also love the story of the Elves. I will admit this is not what made me choose a race as Lirinya, my rp name has always been an elf.

-Name the 4 races on this server. Dwarfs, elves, Humans, Orc

-How did you hear about us?:

I was browsing the Minecraft forums in hope to find a good looking RP server.

-Did you vote?: I did, for the first link.

-What was your favourite Law?:

You must keep in character. To me this defines the difference between a regular server and an RP server.

-What was your least favourite Law?: I don't have one, I find they are all important.

-What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name? Kittenaid - I have just registered.

In-Character:

-Character Name: Lirinya. She does not have, or infact does not use her second name.

-What is your Race?: Elf

-Lordofthecraft.net/forum forum account: Kittenaid

-Biography:

Born in the Holy Princedom of Malinor, Lirinya’s family were simple civilians. Nobody thoroughly important. They made their living buy being part of the community. Helping those who needed it. Farming and building. As a child, Lirinya was taught to respect nature and the others. She was taught that her kind did not mess with other race’s unless they had to defend their own.

She spent her child hood exploring Malinor and making peace with the nature which surrounded her. She flourished in its beauty and could not think of a better life.

As she grew older, her mother tried to help her decide what she would like to do as part of the community. Lirinya could not decide as she loved to cook, fish and build. She could also wield a bow and sword if need be.

-Character Age: 20, a very young age for an elf.

-Character Appearance: Long brown hair, red eyes. She wears simple robes.

-Character Personality:

Lirinya is a kind, caring and quick thinking young elf who has never been in any severe trouble. She will go out of her way to help others .

-Your ambitions:

I do not have any set-in-stone ambitions whereas Lirinya’s is to be an accomplished and recognised baker and builder.

-Can your character read or write?: She can, she prides herself in her reading ability.

-Can your character mine?: She knows basic mining skills but it is not something she enjoys.

-Are you a capable builder?: Yes I believe so.

-Can you wield a sword?: If need be yes.

-Enjoy Farming?: Yes, farming is something I enjoy.

-Does your character have any special skills?: Lirinya likes to believe she is a good artist but that is relative.

-A screenshot of your skin:

I have based this skin from the elf one in the skins directory and edited it to make it Lirinya.

-Other Information: I posted here also as requested: Under the username kittenaid

I hope this is sufficient. Please let me know if I am missing something.

And now, for the final verdict:

Accepted, welcome to Asulon

Please wait for an Administrator to Implement you.

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[Aislin 4354]

[Twilight Druid 188]

Pft deny it that last ORQ is far to small :P

[Lirinya 4021]

T_T Surelly the bio makes up for those ORQs >.>

[Volutional 935]

-trollface-

Continue

[Twilight Druid 188]

^^but surely ORQ's are meant to show off your immense RP ability.

[Lirinya 4021]

But the bio has RP in it~!

[Twilight Druid 188]

Lies! I wouldn't know actually my eyes start to melt when I try reading the bio, it's too big!

[Thu'um 530]

Verdict reached, it is located above.

[Twilight Druid 188]

How can yo have 2.71 spelling mistakes?

[Volutional 935]

Moved to Denied Forum.

[Danny 2232]

Moved to Denied Forum