Misssasy's Alt Account Application

[misssasy11 2]

Out-Of-Character

Main Minecraft Account Name: misssasy11

Alternate Minecraft Account Name: misssasy2

In your own words, define what the act of Roleplaying is: To become your character, fully taking on their thoughts, feelings, and personality.

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

Metagaming is using OOC information IC. Such as using a person’s name plate, or reading that the Orcs are attacking Haelun’or so you log on and head there just to help defend.

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

Powergaming is when you do something physically impossible for your character or kill someone without giving them a chance to react. Such as Lizabet takes her knife and slices The Noble Man into a thousand pieces before he even turns around. Or something as small as Lizabet grabs you. There is no chance for the other people to react.

In-Character:

Character Name: Lizabet Rolfe/conDoin

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

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.):

When traveling the wilds of Asulon, you may get lost. But if you get lost, and you take a couple right turns you may find yourself on a small dirt road. Upon that dirt road you will find burnt ruins of an old country home. It lays there, deteriorating and lonely. A very sad scene it is. But, if you take it back 6 years you would find a new home. A small country home that despite how small and unimportant it was to the world, it was the most special and most dear thing to the family who lived there. Inside the home you would find a Mama, a mama resting after spending all night taking care of her newborn. You would find a Papa, a papa who was heading out to go cut more trees for the fire place. You would find a 5 year old boy, running about trying to convince his Papa to take him to the forest. You would find a newborn girl, peacefully lying in her crib watching the busy world move by. The Rolfe’s you would find out their name was. They had a peaceful existence. Not really making an impression on the world in either direction. For 6 years they continued this way. The mama growing more and more exhausted. The papa still collecting wood for their old fire place. The now 11 year old boy growing taller and stronger. The 6 year old girl, Lizabet, still peacefully observing the world around her. That was until that one fateful night.

I woke up in the middle of the night to a piercing scream. My eyes burst open, nearly blinded by the brightness of my room. A kaleidoscope of reds, yellows, and orange bounced around the room. The smell of smoke and singed hair tickled my nose. I attempted to scream for help but the thick black smoke jumped down my throat clogging up my airways, the force of the impact knocking me back down onto my bed. I clutched to my throat gasping out for air my arms flailing about. The fire around me slowly crept up to my bed. I was pushed slowly into the corner, the heat growing worse than the Nether on even its worse day. The fire leaped onto my bed singeing my skin. My howls in pain fell upon deaf ears though. Slowly my vision began darkening, I was sure I was going to die, when a man in a robe slowly fiddled with the door. He calmly looked around the room merely observing, when our eyes met I was accompanied my pitch black holes, but he suddenly perked up. He ran over to me, dark black tendrils escaped from his body wrapping me up. The tendrils lifted me over the strange man’s head. Finally safe my brain allowed my body to pass out from pain and exhaustion.

I awoke still entangled in the strange man’s tendrils. My eyes fluttered open to see a scene that would be imprinted into my mind forever. The sight of my home burning, the only place I had ever been, the only place I ever loved. I looked up at the strange man, a metal mask covering his face. Noticing that I had come to he gently placed me down pushing a few strands of blonde hair away from my face with his bony fingers. I tried to speak to him but my mouth was to dry from smoke to emit a sound. He shook his head his empty eye holes looking down at me. He slowly stuck his skeletal hand down for me to grab a hold of. I looked behind me my large brown eyes welling up with tears. Skeptically I took the man’s boney hand, knowing this would mean I was leaving my old life behind. The only life I knew.

What are your Character's ambitions?: She wants life to back to the way it used to be. She wants to go back to her peaceful existence.

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

Other Information about your Character:

Lizabet has burns all over her body from the fire. She is smaller than most 6 year olds. She is incredibly shy and prefers to observe then to join in.

Open-Response-Questions

Answer at least three out of five listed!

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?:

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?:

Lizabet squeezes onto Cataris’ robes tightly, nervously shifting her weight back and forth. Noticing this, the man turns his attention to Lizabet.

“ ‘ello there, little girl” He smiles warmly at Lizabet.

Lizabet looks up at Cataris’ eyes full of fear, tugging on his robes. Lizabet whispers up to Cataris’ “I don’t want to talk to the man...” She shuffles her feet slowly below her not taking her eyes off Cataris’ mask.

Cataris nods to Lizabet reaching out his skeleton hand.

Lizabet grabs firmly onto the skeletal hand gently tugging it.

Cataris looks up at the man shaking his head, before walking away with Lizabet.

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?:

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?:

Lizabet holds tightly onto Cataris’ skeletal hand her stomach growling audibly. “Cat...can you get us some food? Or find us a way home?”

Cataris thinks to himself for a minute lightly feeling his robe for nonexistent minas. He drops Lizabet’s hand and quickly removes his iron mask, revealing his skeleton head behind it. “The girl wants food" He explains with a blank face.

Shocked and disturbed by Cataris’ new face the stranger quickly hands over some food before running off.

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?:

Lizabet tugs on Cataris’ robe. “Are they bad people?”

Cataris nods slowly at Lizabet.

Lizabet frowns. “Do you think they can stop them?”

Cataris debates slowly before shaking his head.

Lizabet watches as 3 big men with chest plates and axes on their sides’ steps into the group. “Cat...they are very big are you sure they can’t stop the bad men?”

Cataris frowns. "The guards here in Asulon are useless, I doubt they could handle a measly few bandits"

Lizabet nods solemnly. “I hope they don’t hurt us.”

[Cappy 1599]

Welcome to Asulon!

After confirming with Cataris, I hereby accept this application.

Please wait patiently for your application to be implemented.

[Aryon 679]

Moved to Accepted Forum

[Danny 2232]

Implemented