[Accepted]Xastangas' Second Application

[Xastanga 14]

Minecraft Account Name: xastanga

How old are you?: 17

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: East Coast USA

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

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I have been a gamer all my life. I love RPG games and have a large collection includeing Skyrim, Mass Effect series, Fallout 3 & New Vegas, Oblivion, and many others.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: every day 3-5 hours at the least 10-15 at most (untill school starts again)

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying to me means liveing the life you wish to live as the person you wish to be, and just like real life there is ups and downs to every action. A reality within reality.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: Like I said I have had a large collection of games, but my favorite is LARP (Live Action Role Play). In the LARP I am a Human, but in every other fantasy I am a Dark Elf

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: The act of Meta-Gameing is when a player decides to give his charachter knowlage it shouldn't have (like a language that wasn't taught for excample)

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Emoting is: Power-Emoteing is the process of which someone performs a emote (I cleave you in half) then somone does another emote that prevents life (vaporizes him with a lightning bolt from the sky) [or somthing similar]

What do you expect this server will be like?: I have high expectaions for this server. I hope to see nice people in charachter with the occational ooc for an explanation, and no greifers. I hope for a excelent RP Expierience :D

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I dont remember the name of the other rp server I was playing, and I left because no one was on anymore, and the server shut down soon after

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: I do

How did you hear about us?: Random search for new rp servers, yours was nearest to the top, checked it out, and LOVED IT

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/63030-xastanag-application/

In-Character:

Character Name: Dante Drake

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

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.): Dante Drake, 5'6" (He is shorter than other Dark Elves), 77 years old, White hair, green eyes, has low light vision from liveing in caves with minimal light He keeps to himself and lives in the wilderness not staying in one place for too long (7 in game days max). While traveling he tries to over come his paranoia by talking with people he meets, and helping those in need. He favors stealth and indirect action over brawn. . He was born in the colonoy above Mori'Quessir. His father was a Warrior and his mother was a Hunter, at the age of 25 him and his family began to travel. They would travel from town to town tradeing what they must and forageing to survive, they rarely spoke to anyone on the road. At the time he did not know why, but then again he never cared. He was content with this life, his father would train him in the way of the sword and his mother would teach him about how to travel light, make a fire, and all the essentials needed to survive in the wild. At the age of 62 he found out why they started traveling. Him and his Father had just started setting up camp, and his Mother was makeing dinner from a wild pig she had recently killed. His Father heard somthing coming through the bushes and his hand went right to his sword, Dante followed suit while his Mother grabbed her bow and notched a arrow upon the string. 5 armed Wood Elves emerged from the bush, but stopped short when they saw the three Dark Elves before them.

One of these Wood Elves looked more armored then the others, he stepped forward to speak "Hail fellow travelers!" he said in a freindly voice, "Well met!" the Father replied unemotionaly. "We seek three Dark Elves that have been charged with the theft of a merchants prized pocession. Have you seen the Dark Elves or the bow I speak of?". *A long silence falls on both groups* The Wood Elf smirks and stretches. A arrow appears in his mothers chest, before she can even move a second thuds next to where the first appeared. Time seems to slow, his Mother, falling, ever so slowly to the ground. His Father rushing forward, slowly drawing his blade yells to run...his voice seeming to echo and ring in Dantes' ears. A arrow catches his fathers shoulder, he falters, as the Wood Elf leader draws his blade Dante runs the opposite direction, runs for his life. A arrow flys over his shoulder, nicking his neck. He feels the warm blood start to trickle down his neck to his cloth shirt. He ran untill he collapsed from exhaustion *he passes out*. He wakes up the next day in a bed, he goes to explore despite his fear and curiosity and learns that a nice blacksmith had found him on his daily walk and decided to bring him to the shop to recover. Time past and Dante wished to learn basic blacksmiting in order to keep his weapon in a good condition. At the age of 75 he had mastered the basics. Bid farwell to the blacksmith, thanked him for all that he has done and began to travel again... just like his parents would have wanted him to do.

What are your Character's ambitions?: He plans to become a lover to somone similar to him, as well as be a great hunter. He also wishes to hone his tounge so that he can talk his way out of most situations (have a Sliver Tounge)

What is your character’s favorite tool? Fishing Rod

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? Being able to "vanish" in the woods

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: trains with a sword, bow, and fishing rod, and is very acrobatic/dexterous

Open-Response-QuestionsEach and every question must be answered with a minimum of a single full paragraph and entirely in RP.

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? "What goes on here!?" I say in a authorative tone. "Whatsss it to you?" one of the warriors slur, the other walks up to me "he isss one of our freinds" he says slyly. "Please help!" the halfing calls in fear. "Quiet!" the first warrior yells at the halfing. "Hey, leave him alone!!" I yell in anger at him. He gets in my face "Or what!?!". I grab the back of his head pull him close and whisper harshly "Or I'll make sure your thrown into a jail cell!" at the same time with my other hand I motion the halfing to make a hastey escape. The Halfing quickly moves into a bunch of bushes out of sight. "Oh realy!?" the warrior yells angrily as he clamps his hand around my throat and picks me up. I kick at his face, one slams into his nose and I feel his grip loosen. I kick again at his throat, my kick connects with his collar bone and send him stumbleing backwards, dropping me in the process. I land on my back, the other more sober warrior is quickly moveing to get on top of me to prevent my escape. I kick at his groin, I timed it wrong so it made contact on his hip, he staggers to regain his balance. I scramble away to regain my footing, the drunk warrior charges at me with a bloody nose and colides with his stumbleing freind, they both colapse to the ground. I take this opertuneity to turn and run back to cloud temple knowing that I only got lucky this time.

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? *Considers the merchant and his wares* "Is that a Climbing Rope?" I say. "WHY YESSS, that is a Climbing Rope, it costs 50 gold!" the merchant replies enthusiasticaly. "50? why does it cost so much?" I reply skepticaly. "Well what do you expect from a rope taken from the Mori?" The merchant says with aggitation. "From the Mori? *is silent for a moment*", the merchant seems to be impatient. "I'll give you 20 gold and 27 silver for it" I say. "That is outragous! That is less than half of what I have priced it!". "This is true *leans in closer and whispers* but the 29 gold and 73 silver will buy my silence.", "Why would I need your silence?" the merchant replies in a harsh whisper. "You need it because your trying to sell me human rope... I dont believe you want your business to be bad from a simple misunderstanding? ...Would you?". The merchant glares angrily at me "Fine... 20 gold and 27 silver it is...". "Pleasure doing business with you" I say with a content smile. As I walk away I let out a quiet giggle and mutter quietly to myself "I cant believe I just bluffed a merchant!".

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?: *Checks for traps, if none take the Golden Sword for my own survival*, after takeing the sword I look around the rest of the hut to see if it is secure enough to stay in for the night... a broken window, a chunck of roof missing, and no door... I move on in search of a area to set up camp for the coming night.

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 traveler!" I hear this warm greeting from my right as I stumble into the clearing "Hail..." I say with as much strength as I could muster. I see 3 armed gaurds and a robed figure sitting around a fire with food sizzleing just above, my eyes widen. "Is th-that food?" I say breathless with joy, "It sure is. Care for some?" he says with generousity. "YES PLEASE!" I say with overwhelming joy. I hobble over and sit down waiting for them to pass me my share. Upon recieveing I quickly eat all of the food given to me "Thank you". "You are welcome...now about my payment.", "Payment?" I say with utter confusion, "But I have no money..." I say with a hint of fear. "No worries you can work it off. How about you be another gaurd on my caravan to the next town?", "Um... sure I can do that" I said with a smile on my face. What luck, a free meal, and a way to find town, I thought to myself. "Thank you Markaur for seeing me through this." I whisper under my breath.

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?: "How much is the reward good sir?" I say with curiosity, "500 gold per man who comes with us." upon the surounding crowd hearing this I see many people joining. "I'm sorry this is not enough gold to make me want to risk my life to help you." I say with a apologetic tone. "So be it!" he says with a uncareing tone, I bid my farewell and wish him the best of luck. I leave to go find the bandits. As I am coming up to a bridge I see three men blocking my path. "Hail!" I call, "Hail!" he returns with a calm tone. I walk right up to him "Are you part of the bandit group occupying this road?" I ask calmly, "Whats it to you?" suddenly on edge. "I have information that is vital for your survival." I say calmly. The 3 bandits exchange glances "We dont believe you!" he says angrily. "Fine I'll tell you anyway, there is a group of town gaurds and their posse coming here to kill you. When you see this to be true put 700 Gold in coin purses under this bridge. I wish the best of luck to you." I turn and walk away. For the next three days I went to the bridge to check for the money, on the third day I found it. There was only 250 Gold with a note, it reads "Hello stranger, you were right and I am sorry. This is all we could scrape together. I still owe you a favor, send a letter to a Mr. Frode if you ever need some help, thanks again.", "Well it's not 700 Gold but a few extra hands is a worth while reward..." I say to myself with content as I walk back home.

Anything else you would like to say?: I have a better feeling about this one, Ben gave me a link to the rules ;), thank you for taking the time to read this :)

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