Sbongkh's Server Application #3

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Out of Character

Minecraft Account Name: Sbongkh

How old are you?: 13

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT+8 Australia

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:Yes. I have spoken it for almost 13 years of my life, and attend one of Australia's only academic selective secondary schools.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I have a sharp tongue, and have a witty mind. I am good with words, and some have called me eloquent. I can take or give orders, and am extremely loyal when dedicated to a cause. I don't tend to be too negative - I make jokes out of everything.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Weekends, and as much as possible on the weekdays. I play in the evenings.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Role playing is when a character assumes a fictitious role and plays that character as if they are that fictitious persona.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I have roleplayed in a few 'Dungeons and Dragons' scenarios, and have also played on a few roleplay servers. Age of Citycraft, Heroes of Galderon, etc.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Metagaming is when a player gains RP information, such as names, secrets, etc, from OOC (out of charcter) sources. Example: I meet Spwack in RP and immediately talk to him about his background, which I have read off his server application. This is Meta-gaming.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Emoting is: Power-emoting is also known as god-modding. It is when you perform an action, then force another player to perform a resulting action. So what I mean is that I perform an action, such as hacking off his arm, then immediately perform the other player's action for them, like "Steve dies of blood loss."

What do you expect this server will be like?: From what I have heard from friends, it seems promising and I can see a bright future ahead for me on LotC. I looked around on the map and it looks good, plus the high number of players means more roleplay, which I love.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I left a few servers because they died, or became too boring. I like a busy server where there is interaction with other players all the time. I currently play on Age of Citycraft role play server, and hope to start becoming a regular on this.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes. They seem just, and I will abide by them.

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

How did you hear about us?: Two players called Tunata001 and Minea told me about LotC.

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: This is my third app. It seems my previous apps were deleted. This is the link to my second app, but it is broken:

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/60823-sbongkhs-server-application/page__p__476170__hl__sbongkh__fromsearch__1#entry476170

However, I have the feedback from my second app. This is what Cappy wrote:

DENIED

Reasons:

Powergaming in your biography. One man does not fight off an army of orcs. It just cannot happen.

Your biography is supposed to contain a history of your character, as well as a description of their appearance, personality and age. It should be more than just one event, no matter how well-written it is. In addition, I would like to see reasons behind some of your other answers. Where did he obtain is skills with a sword. Why does he want to help? When did he learn to smith (his own blade)? When did he learn archery, etc.? I think you get the picture.

You need to include more server lore in your biography. Show us that you are at least a little familiar with the places and major events of the world. You can research the lore on our Wiki here.

Your character is rather a "Gary Stu/Mary Sue" character. This generally means they have many skills and strong points, and very few balancing downsides. Click here for more information on what that means.

Your skin does not suit your character. Dark elves have dark skin, not light.

Villainous activity in your Open Response Questions. Specifically, your first. Murder without ample provocation (ones own life, or someone close's life in danger, for example) is not permitted withou a villain application. Make sure you read over the villain rules (here) so that you are aware of what you can and cannot do without applying for a villain application.

This was such an exceptional application that it pains me to do this, but unfortunately I just cannot accept it. I can see you put a lot of effort into this application, and if you work on the above things, you should have no trouble next time.

In-Character:

Character Name: Valfor Daethdrial

What Race are you? (You may only be Human, Orc, Elf or Dwarf!) : Elf

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): Dark Elf, as my character is a proficient swordsman and Dark Elf +20 Swordsmanship.

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.):

Info about Valfor: He grew up in a small town nearby Malinor, before settling in Darkgrove after he left home. As his father was the captain of the local guard, Valfor started learning how to wield a sword as soon as he could hold a blade aloft. He is a competent swordsman due to this, but always wants to improve his skills. His archery skills are not as good. He started using the bow after he left home, mostly as a hunting weapon. It is not his preferred weapon, and given the choice, he would always choose a blade before the bow. He left home at a young age, after his father died. He never had a mother, she had left after giving birth to Valfor. The village where he had grown up now held painful memories, and so he settled in Darkgrove. This is the event that happened many years later which drove him out of Darkgrove:

Valfor slid open the gate into Darkgrove, his hometown, which had been, in recent times, peaceful. A human girl slipped daintily inside, and he embraced her. It was night time, and Katherine had come once again.

He showed her around the town, and then lay down on the soft grass with her, staring up at the stars. After a while, Valfor fell asleep. And by then, the girl from Arethor had gone.

He woke to the sound of the battlegates creaking, and saw a slender figure operating them. Katherine! He sprinted towards her but it was too late. She had slipped out into the night. Valfor prepared to give chase, but as he turned the corner, he saw them. A raiding party, covering the earth like ants covering a piece of decaying fruit. They saw him, and charged.

Valfor ran, and made it to the gate before starting to close it. But it was useless, the army was too close, and he prepared to make a stand. His sabre slid out of its sheath quietly, without its trademark ringing sound, as if it knew what was coming. Ths sword shimmered in the moonlight, revealing Valfor, but he didn't mind. They already knew where he was. Half a dozen Orcs ran at him, while the others held back. And so, the elf was forced to defend his life for the first time in many that night.

He leapt at the first Orc, wounding him in the upper arm and bowling him over. The Orc grabbed him as he fell but Valfor sprang back up, in time to receive the butt of a spear in his ribs. The impact was painful, and Valfor suspected he had cracked a rib or two. Dancing on light feet, he backpedalled to get out of the range of a double sided battleaxe that swung at him. He thrust forward with his sword, and the wielder didn't bother him again.

But eventually, his arms grew weak, and he realised that the noise from this battle must've woken up his fellow Elves. But why was it that they had not woken up? He looked behind him to look at his beloved city, and immediately turned to see a sword coming at his face. He parried just in time, but all he could think of were his friends. A mace came right at Valfor's face, and he rolled and propelled himself forward, running for the houses. The Orcs followed at a more sedate pace, regrouping as they went.

As Valfor ran shouting towards the houses, lights were turned on and Elves aroused from their beds. Less than half of the Elves however, came out to look at what had caused the noise. The rest, due to recent peaceful times, simply stayed inside their houses. And that was what caused their doom.

The Elves that had come outside quickly pulled out weapons. Almost all didn't have armour nearby, and there was no time to call the others out. The Orcs swamped the armed Elves as soon as they had pulled out their weapons, and the bloodshed began. Anyone in their house was killed, and most of the tussles between armed Elves and armoured Orcs ended with another Elven body on the floor. Valfor fought valiantly before realising it was futile and, with a group of trusted and capable fighters, fought his way out of the melee. The battlecries of Elves condemned to death rang in his ears as he exited the city with his patrol.

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After the raiders left, Valfor and his crew returned to Darkgrove. The bodies of his friends lay on the floor, unstaring, and the lush green grass had been tainted a dark red. The houses had been ravaged and burnt to the ground, and everything of value had been taken. There was no further reason for him to stay here. Nor to live. And there he collapsed, almost finished with the guilt, and the exertion. He heard Elven voices talking urgently, shaking him before he fell into the abyss of unconsciousness. It was the end of Darkgrove, or so he thought.

What are your Character's ambitions?: To survive and live with honour. To protect those who need protection, and fight those who need slaying. His only goal in life is to have made an impact on the world by the time he has passed away, whether it be that he saved a young boy from a zombie, or saved the King from assassins, as long as he has done good to affect the world, he will be happy.

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): Having trained with a blade since a child, growing up near Malinor, he is a competent swordsman. He hasn't trained with a bow very much, but can use one if necessary. He always has a weapon on hand.

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? He can steal and raid very well, knows how to conceal himself, he can heal or poison with nearly every herb and can run like the wind.

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format, if you do not know how to acquire one, copy and paste this link into your browser: ( http://tinyurl.com/Lotcscreenshot ):

Other Information about your Character: Humourous and clever. He hates Orcs, and talks in a monotone when asked about his past. He rarely sleeps as he is so haunted by nightmares. He will always remember. He is a very relaxed Elf, which not many are. He can be polite and eloquent, but is usually very cheerful, and if you spend a lot of time with him, you will know him as hilarious. He doesn't dwell on his past, but focuses on the future, and is incredibly hardworking when devoted to the cause. The same goes for loyalty.

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?

Valfor assessed the situation from his perch in the trees. Two bulky warriors seemed to be pushing a rather weak-looking halfling around, knocking him down and guffawing as the man tried to run. They caught him, of course, and gave him a few good kicks every time he tried. The halfling's eyes were glazed with desperation, and he continued dragging himself with what strength he had left. Eventually, he collapsed, and Valfor had a flashback. He held his head as memories of his collapse after the raid on Darkgrove swirled around. He decided he had to help the halfling, for both their sakes.

"Oi, gorgeous!" he yelled. As the two men turned, he fired the arrow he had been holding onto his taut bowstring. It had an effect, though not the one he was hoping for. He missed the man closest to the tree, which he had been aiming for, and instead managed to scrape the side of the other armed man behind him. But he had no time to think of his failure as he bounded from the tree, his sabre humming in a deadly arc towards the closest man. He slashed at the man's unprotected side, and he fell with a yell. The other armed man gave out a furious cry, and charged forward with his battleaxe. Valfor barely had time to dodge, and shuddered as the blade of the axe thudded into the tree next to him with a loud "Thunk". But the blade stuck in the trunk, and but the man held on. His first reaction of aggressiveness was now gone, replaced by fear as he realised he was now at the mercy of the Dark Elf. Valfor uttered one word.

"Run." he whispered, and warrior relinquished his grip on his axe before sprinting as fast as he could down the road. "Coward!" Valfor shouted after him before turning to the halfling.

"Th-thank you, k-kind s-sir..." the halfling stuttered, crouching down, as if he wished to disappear. He flinched as Valfor touched his arm, looking into his fearful eyes.

"Get up."

The halfling stood gingerly, unwilling to meet the Elf's eyes.

"Look at me. Remember me well, for I am Valfor, and have just saved your life. There is an inn further down the road, stay there until you feel safe. I assume you have enough money to pay for a room? If not..." Valfor threw a few gold coins at him. "They should cover it. Next time you walk with a pocket jangling with coins, make sure you have someone to protect you. I won't always be here. Now, you'd better go before the man comes back for revenge, perhaps with a few friends. GO!" he gave the halfling a gentle shove before turning in the other direction.

The halfling turned around. "Uh sir...My name is Jakeb. Jakeb Connoly sir. If you ever need me..."

Valfor waved in acknowledgement that he had heard. And continued on his way.

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?

" 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" a voice called after Valfor. It belonged to a portly man, in fancy clothes.'A rich merchant,' he supposed.

"Nothing. I am not in need of anything you can sell me at the moment." he replied, turning his back. A hand grabbed his shoulder, and he turned to see the merchant's brilliant blue eyes in his face. "Are you sure there is nothing I can do you for?" His voice took a pleading note.

"No. I'll remember this store when I do though." He turned again, and again that hand grabbed him. "Please... I haven't had a sale in a week... These clothes are to be sold tomorrow and the rent to be collected in four days. I need something, anything, to be sold today."

Valfor sighed, and started looking around the stall. He settled on a mottled cloak, which would help against the heat of the day and help disguise him at night. He didn't need it, but it would help.

"Is that what you want?" the merchant inquired.

"I guess..." Valfor sighed, throwing a coin on the table. "That should help with the rent." And donning his new cloak, he melted into the crowd.            

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?:

A lonely hut stood in a small clearing in the forest Valfor had been travelling. It seemed deserted, and Valfor entered it gingerly, as if the roof would fall on his head. Mushroom clouds of dust erupted every time he took a step and it was all he could do not to sneeze. Then he saw the chest, its locks rusty and broken. What was in it?

A golden sword and a few iron bars gleamed from the inside of the chest, a stark contrast to the dreariness of the hut. He held the sword aloft, and happy with its balance, slung it over his back. The iron bars he kept as well, throwing them into his hunting bag. He then exited the ancient hut, leaving behind a letter with slanted handwriting on it.

To whoever lives in this hut or owns the items I took out of the chest,

If you want your items back, there will be a Dark Elf moving north. He'll be hunting, so be sure not to get in his way. That elf is I, Valfor, and to regain your items, simply tell me exactly what was in the chest. If you can do that, I'll return whatever you had before. Run quickly, for this elf has long legs. I wish you all the best for the future. You may want to pick a newer, safer home.

Signed,

Valfor

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?

Valfor's hand strayed to the hilt of his sword when he heard the sound of loud voices, laughing at a joke most probably. A trader noticed the elf hanging longingly at the edge of the camp, and invited him to join the in the circle around the campfire. He was patted on the back quite a few times, and given a bowl of soup to drink. He enjoyed the latter.

Finally, when the men had all run out of jokes and songs to sing, Valfor spoke up.

"Anyone know where we are, and where the next inn or town is?"

The men guffawed and one man replied "There's one about an hour's travel away! Head northeast!" The circle of traders was engulfed in loud hoots of laughter, and when the laughs had finally died down, well, to a few chuckles, Valfor stood and said his thanks. The traders wouldn't accept his money for the warmth and hospitality they had shown him, so he slid a thick bronze coin into the closest man's pocket, with the word "Val" enscribed on it. Then he bounded away like a startled stag, running northeast.

The men watched him go, and realised that there may have been more to the quiet elf than they knew. A man exclaimed in surprise when his fingers closed around a large coin in his pocket. He smiled, staring at the forest that Valfor had entered, and mouthed a silent 'thank you' to the elf.

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?:

Valfor heard the calls for men in the town, loud and clear. They had been having trouble with bandits in recent times, and the elf was surprised that it had taken the people of the town this long to attempt to eliminate the pesky thieves. He ignored the town captain's booming voice and headed out towards the bandit camp, which he had discovered a few days ago by following a rather clumsy and unaware bandit home.

The bandits lived in an untidy clump of tents, and wooden huts out behind the large hills. Men from the town didn't venture that far, explaining why they hadn't been discovered yet, but Valfor had travelled further in his hunting expeditions. There was one way to eliminate the bandits.

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It was a few days before Valfor had his chance. Almost all the bandits had gone on another raid, and two remained, milling around the camp. They didn't seem to be close friends, and stayed away from each other. The one closest to the trees was grabbed by unseen hands and silenced in the forest. The other was ignorant of the fact that his companion had disappeared, and was looking through other bandits' huts and tents to find anything of value. He was still in the middle of one of these searches when he felt the pommel of a sword hit the back of hsi head with a loud "clang". Valfor left the tent and pulled out his tinderbox.

The camp burnt rather easily, as it was made mainly of canvas and wood. Within hours, most of the camp had turned to ashes, and Valfor slipped away as loud angry shouts came from somewhere nearby. The bandits swarmed what was once their camp, and many wailed and shook their fists. The elf stood in the shadows, unseen, watching the scene.

There were no more bandit attacks. The town had no idea what had caused this change for the better, and Valfor did not tell him. Having solved the village's problems, he had no more reason to stay. He left the following morning, equipped with his travelling gear, and started walking down the lonely track. The town never knew who had saved it, and even though the money reward was tempting, Valfor knew it was better that he disappeared quickly and quietly. And so he did.

Anything else you would like to say?: No, not really. I think the application should speak volumes about me, but tell me if you would like me to add more info about myself. I would be glad to oblige.

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Please be patient for a GM will Implement you soon.

Good Luck, and Safe Travels.

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