[Accepted]Abaddon's Second Application

[Abaddon 2]

Out-Of-Character

Minecraft Account Name:

AbaddonV

How old are you?:

20

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:

Pacific Standard Time. United States.

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

Yes.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:

I am a hard-working, diligent player who has an aptitude for creating monolithic structures and in-depth characters with a rich backstory to role-play as. I love medieval roleplaying to the extent that I am a frequent observer of several Renaissance Fairs that take place in the area.

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

I can be on the server about five (5) to six(6) hours a day at the very least, depending on my work schedule and school hours.

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

Roleplaying is assuming control of a character to the extent of living through said character. However this isn’t to say that the character begins to reflect your innermost beliefs, but rather that you subdue your inner self, so that all that is left is the character. The point is to create a personal un-bias towards the situations your character may encounter.

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

I have role-played several times in real life by playing as a demonic knight at renaissance fairs, similar to my character Abaddon. From these situations derives the character backstory that will support Abaddon as a character on Lord of the Craft. So it is needless to say that I have a fairly good amount of roleplaying under my belt.

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

Meta-gaming is the act of utilizing outside knowledge learned while out of character. An example of meta-gaming would be using knowledge you over heard in Teamspeak, such as the location of a secret ambush, and then telling the targeted victim in-game that they will be ambushed.

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

Power-emoting is forcing other characters to do actions unwillingly or without any other option. An example is forcing another character to die in a roleplaying situation simply emoting actions without giving the other person to react: *Abaddon rushes toward Sheol and stabs him through the chest, his body falling on the ground dead.* In this instance Abaddon would be power emoting an action for Sheol, and not letting Sheol choose what happens to himself. Adversely if during a PVP initiated fight, Sheol chooses to run into his locked door, and not open it, despite Abaddon emoting that he smashes through it, that too would be power-emoting or gaming, by using the unrealistic minecraft physics to his advantage.

In your own Words, define what Out of Character (OOC) is:

Out of character is when you are no longer acting as the character you choose to play, but as yourself. Teamspeak is an example of an Out of Character environment.

In your own Words, define what In Character (IC) is:

In character or IC is simply roleplaying. As long as you are acting as the character you created, then you are in-character. As I said previously, to roleplay is to act as your character alone, un-bias towards all OOC.

What do you expect this server will be like?:

From the reviews I have garnered, and hype from websites such as planet minecraft, I expect the server to be a fun RP loving environment with a variety of colorful people with rich backstories. It seems like a fun healthy environment I would be honored to be a part of.

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

I have never played on any other server. My only experience with RP is through Ren Fairs.

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

Yes, I have familiarized myself with the rules of the server, thoroughly.

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

Yes, I promise to uphold and maintain the rules put before me by the admins and moderators.

How did you hear about us?:

I met two people while attending the Bristols RenFair named mike and Andrew. I had heard about Lord of the craft from different sources like Planet Minecraft, or the Minecraft forums, but mike and Andrew convinced me. I do not know their Minecraft names, although.

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

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/65324-abaddons-first-application/

In-Character:

Character Name:

Abaddon

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.):

“Since the dawn of man, wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy, and gluttony have consumed the souls of the living. From this corruption, rose Destruction and Grave. Abaddon and Sheol.

342 years ago, two children wear born of an elven woman in a small home, far out in the wilds, disconnected from civilized society. The first child was silent, crying not a single time as he came from the his mother’s womb. His eyes darted across the room, taking in his new surroundings. His balck and red eyes lock on a painting of a dark elf man with dark blue hair. The second child came out screaming, his grey fists flailing about as he laid on the bed. The mother looked at them in bewilderment, not knowing what each one should be named. Then suddenly it came to her in a revelation, the boys would be named after her late husband and his brother; Abaddon and Sheol.

Growing up, the two were warned constantly to stay far from the cities, and to always protect one another. From then on, the two never strayed far from each other, constantly relying on the other to aid them in each ones endeavors. While they stayed relatively close, they soon began finding interests in different places. Abaddon chose to train as a blacksmith, eventually utilizing his own hand crafted swords to advance his skill as a swordsman. Sheol on the other hand decided that he would become an axe master, as using the trees he logged for lumber as practice. For years each boy practiced their art, honing their skills, yet slowly drifting farther apart. Eventually their differences evolved into a rivalry, splitting the two of them even further apart as each one strived to become the more powerful brother.

On the eve of the brothers’ 200th birthday, their mother bestowed them with a bag of 1000 minas. “For years I have been saving these, gifts left to you by your father. Split it amongst yourselves, and tomorrow you may travel to Alras and buy gifts for yourselves.” She said, chuckling lightly as she walked away. Both men stared at the bag, then at each other. Sheol looked blankly at the minas sitting on the table, “How much is a thousand?” Abaddon shrugged. “How are we supposed to split if we don’t know how much it is?” She inquired, raising an eyebrow. Abaddon picked his sword up from beside him and unsheathed it, bringing it down onto the tap, slicing the bag in two, gold pieces flying out. “There, you get this half…” he sweeps the blade across the table, pushing half the broken bag and money towards Sheol.”And I’ll get this half.” He says as he reaches out, his long arm pulling the rest of the money towards him. The minas jingle as they fall off the table into his lap. “Now we are even.” Abaddon says. Sheol chuckles “ha ha ha, aye…”.

The next morning, the brothers strapped on their packs, everything they owned resting on their shoulders. “Before you leave” their mother said as Abaddon reached for the door. She handed each one a shining sword and axe. “Take this, these belonged to your father, he would be so proud to have seen you two grow up to be such fine, young men, strong and determined as he once was.” The two took the weapons, and said their goodbyes. As they walked away from the hut, they heard their mother yell out “Do not forget! Do not remove your hoods while in the city!”. The farther they get, the smaller their mother appears, until she completely vanishes from view.

The walk takes several years, many travellers finding their grave along the path. However the boys know how to survive these conditions, as it is all they have ever known. They carry all they will ever need for survival on their hips, Sheol with his axe, and Abaddon with his sword. Abaddon has learned swiftness from the many beasts of the forests of which he hunts, and Sheol could kill a horde of pigmen singlehandedly. Their traits make them exceptionally capable of surviving the harsh conditions of the Wilds, as well as experienced warriors.

They arrive in Alras*(see bottom of bio)* a few weeks ahead of schedule, and decide to rent a room in the local inn. As they pass through the gates they receive an onslaught of unfriendly eyes from the dwarven guards, they keep their heads down with their hoods covering their faces. They reach the other side, and continue walking, lifting their heads every so slightly, scanning for an Inn. They come to a small pub offering rooms, and pay for a single room with two beds. As they settle in Abaddon whispers in a hushed voice “What was that all about? Why were they staring us down as if we were wanted men?” Sheol shakes his head.

“I do not know, but I did not like the look of it.”

“Are dwarves enemies of elves?” Abaddon asks.

“Why do you keep asking questions? If it were important they wouldn’t have let us inside, now let’s get some sleep.” Annoyed, Sheol climbs under the covers, his back turned to his brother. As Abaddon attempts to sleep, he cannot get the thought of the guards out of his head. He falls asleep wondering what will happen to them next.

“Get up.” Sheol demands, as he kicks Abaddon awake. Grumbling, he puts on his cloak and pulls his hood up. They take their money into their pockets, leaving their pack in the room, locking it behind them. They walk out and are taken aback at the vast crowd of people in front of them. People scurry back and forth, from shop to shop, buy and trading and selling goods of all kinds. With a sigh of reluctance, they walk into the crowd. They arrive at a small shop, with a sign that reads ‘Armor’ Above it. They walk in and are greeted by a dwarf with large spectacles, squinting at them. “Greetings good shop keeper, how much would it be to buy set of iron armor? Ten? Twenty? Thirty?” Sheol asks as Abaddon walks about the shop.

“350.” The dwarf says.

“350?!” Sheol says surprised.

“Fer each piece.” The dwarf says in response.

As Sheol begins to negotiate with the clerk, Abaddon looks around at numerous objects and weapons on display. A small dwarf child runs in and passes behind Abaddon, pushing him back as he goes by. He stumbles forward, grabbing the display case in front of him to stabilize himself. Sheol and the dwarf look over, Abaddon stands again, and shifts his weight.

“Fine, here’s 700, Abaddon gimme some minas.” Abaddon looks over. “You spent all your mina and now want mine?”

“Only a few.” Abaddon sighs, and hands him some more minas. They walk out the shop, Sheol donning his new iron grieves and chest plate. “I can’t believe you,” Abaddon says quietly. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back, when I ever get minas, but I will pay you back.” They continue walking, oblivious to the group of guards accumulating behind them. “Stop right their thieves!” One of them yells. Abaddon and Sheol stop and turn around to face the accusers. “Pardon?” Abaddon asks. “Ye boys stole from that thar shop.”

“Me?” Sheol asks. “I just bought this!”

“Not you, the one with black eyes.” The guard points a chubby finger at Abaddon. “I believe you are mistaken.”

“Nay, yeh stole from a shop display, the clerk told me.”

Abaddon’s eyes go wide, “I did no such thing-“

“Guards, sieze them! Throw them in the dungeon!”

Guards pile on Abaddon and Sheol as they kick the small men away, punting them a good 10 feet. Eventually they submit, their energy drained.

When Abaddon wakes up, he is alone in a cell. Outside the cell door is a table. Torches attached to the stone walls light the room, noise fills the air as a heavily armored dwarf takes a seat at the table. A guard opens the door, and motions for Abaddon to sit. In front of him is a wanted posters, a dark elf is drawn on it. He looks at it for a few minutes before recognizing the man as the one from the painting in his mother’s home; his father.

“What do ye know about this man, darky?”

“Who is asking?”

“I am, that is all you need to know.”

“Why are you looking for this man?” Abaddon says, ignoring the warning.

“He’s a murderer and kidnapper. He kidnapped an elven woman and killed her supposedly. He has been hanging on Guard house wall since before I was in charge.”

“What good is he now?”

“The reward and bounty, that’s what.”

“I will not say anything.” Abaddon states.

“Do not play this game, if you don’t then the two of you die,” The dwarf lifts his grubby hand and points to the next cell, Sheol is beaten and bruised. “Don’t… say… *coughs blood* anything…” Sheol hoarsely whimpers.

Abaddon turns to the dwarf, and stares him in the eyes, unmoving.

“So be it,” the dwarf says. “Take em outside the walls and dump their bodies in the river when you are done.” He motions for the guards. One of them smacks Abaddon in the back of the head with the butt of his axe, knocking him out.

Abaddon regains consciousness, Laying in the sand outside Alras.

“this is what happens when you don’t co-operate darky.” The guard stands aside, Abaddon looks up and sees Sheol standing on the edge of the a board over the water. “Nooo!” He yells, as he tries to crawl forward, clawing at the sand. Sheol turns around and looks at his brother, a look of for-longing in his eyes. In that moment he is shoved off the board and down into the ravine.

“NOOOOO!!!” Abaddon, re-invigorated, lunges at the dwarf, picking him straight up into the air, holding him by the head, and snaps his neck. The body goes limp after a few short convulsions, and drops to the ground, sliding of the edge and into the ravine. Abaddon stumbles off in the direction of the Wilds, off towards his home.

Years go by, the trip taking longer than the last without Sheol along to help. He spends months at a time, just thinking about the death of his brother, how he could have saved him, and how it was all Abaddon’s own fault. To take his mind off of these poisonous thoughts, Abaddon began to watch the stars above him. One day while watching the stars Abaddon heard a sound coming from the bushes behind him, when he look up, he saw a dark figure that quickly vanished. As he laid his head down again, ignoring the strange occurrence. Suddenly a voice rang out in his head, “Grave and Destruction are never full; the eyes of man are never satisfied…” Abaddon leapt to his feet, scanning the area with his black eyes, then closing them to take in the sounds of the environment which he has learned from his many nights alone in the woods. “For a fire is kindled by my anger, and shall burn to the lowest part of my soul.” Abaddon turns around, and sees nothing. “Who are you? What do you want?” He yells out. “My blood is on your hands brother. You bring destruction and death, and consume the life of those who threaten you, and those close to you.” The voice fades, “Abaddon,” the voice of Sheol sounds loud, and unfamiliar. “Forever I am bound to you, my body may be gone, but my soul is not extinguished. Now my brother, take us home… “

A few weeks later, Abaddon returns to the familiar hunting grounds he calls his home. As he draws nearer, the smell of burnt ash sticks to the air, lightly. Abaddon begins to run, his heart pounding faster, as if it were going to leap out of his chest He arrives home, only to find it burnt to the ground. Abaddon drops to his knees, ash rises off the ground then settles. A small chest is all that remains, and lying next to it was the charred burned ashes of what is assumed to be his mother. Abaddon remains unmoving, the voices in his head raging back and forth to each other. One claiming it was Abaddons fault for being too slow, the other saying there was nothing they could do. After several hours, he stands, and begins wandering without a cause, on this, his 242 birthday.

For the next 100 years Abaddon would learn to control the voices in his head, believing that a metal face mask is the key to suppressing the voices. He began to harness his skills as a blacksmith and swordsmen. He hunted the forests, all over the Wilds, honing his survival skills, and sharpening his instincts. At the age of 338, Abaddon decided to leave this life, and join civilized society. It took him another 4 years to reach his goal, of walking to the cloud temple, and starting over.

*I read the roleplay forums for the nation of Alras and asked around, and found that the nation was destroyed recently. I would like to point out that at the time Abaddon visited the nation, it was run by dwarves, before it was destroyed.*

**As a second side not in response to my last application getting denied for having no weaknesses, I would like to point out that Abaddon weakness is his sensitivity to families, and his sensitive nature in general, as well as his nature weaknesses that all people have to contend with.**

What are your Character's ambitions? :

To begin a new life, and start over. He no longer wishes to be connected to his past.

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

Sword.

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

Abaddon is a swordsman and blacksmith, believing a true swordsman must wield their own iron.

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:

He wears a face mask covering his face, because he believes that it keeps the voices in his head at bay, and keeps them from escaping. He is 6’3” and 200 lbs of muscle. His eyes have a strange black tint to the sclera (white part) of his eye, due to a birth defect. He has less than average daylight vision, but higher night vision.

Open-Response-Questions

Each 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?

*walks up to the men, “What is going on here?“. One of the warriors turns and shoves Abaddon back. However Abaddon being so huge, stumbles only slightly before grabbing him by the neck, “I asked you a question,” the man grabs the hand strangling him, and hoarsely sputters out an answer. Abaddon lets go, letting the man fall to the floor. Abaddon turns to the other warrior “I suggest you leave.” He drops his sword and runs off, while the halfling sighs a sigh of relief.

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?

*Abaddon asks for any diamond materials the man may have to repair his sword. The man places a few diamonds on the counter. Abaddon sweeps them into his bag, dropping a bag of minas on the place where the diamonds sat, and walks away without saying a word.

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?:

*Abaddon walks into the hut, and examines it, looking for traces of life. He notices the fireplace contains very few ashes, all long cold ensuring the hut is abandoned. He opens a chest that is unlocked in the room, he pulls out the iron ingots and drops them in his pack, for use when his sword requires repairing. He notices the gold sword, and carefully takes it out of the chest. He inspects the blade thoroughly, checking the condition. Satisfied, he pulls some leather and an iron bar from his pack, and makes a sheathe for the sword. By pounding the iron on the stone of the hearth, the sheathe is formed and he slips the sword inside, and slides it over his head. He walks out the room, muttering a small prayer to the gods for their hospitality this evening.*

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?

*Walks into the camp, his swords and pack already unslung, hanging from his hand. As he enters he places the bundle on the ground to show he means no harm to them, and asks if they have any food they are willing to trade. The traders bring out an assortment of foods, hoping the man will pay top dollar for exotic delicacies. Abaddon reaches out and takes a sheep kebob, from a tray. Delighted, he takes another, and repeats for 15 more times. When finished, he pulls out a few diamonds worth thousands in exchange for his meal. “thank you for your hospitality.” He croaks out, before standing and leaving the camp.*

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?:

*walks out to the town gate and asks the guard if they require his help in the bandit problem. The guard nods, somewhat taken aback by the giant dark elf, and points down the road, his gaze remains unbroken, fixed on Abaddon, his jaw gone slack. Abaddon ignores the guard and walk to where he pointed. He comes upon the bandit camp and unsheathes his sword “You have all been warned by the guards of this town to leave at once. You have failed to comply and are left to deal with me, lucky you. Now put down your weapons and come out of the camp. If you fail to do as the guards command, I am under direct order to fight you. At this point Abaddon would escort those who surrender to the keep, and then fight the rest. *swings his sword at the attacker as he comes barrelling toward him, in an attempt to parry the attack and disarm him. He successfully parries and the man stumbles back. Abaddon uses this to his advantage and runs toward him, grabbing his wrist, trying to force his arm behind his back, and use him as cover from the other attackers. the man submits, and Abaddon shoves him forward into another attacker, snapping his arm in the process. He readies himself and blocks a down slash by another bandit. he pushes back against the man'd blade with his own. while they struggle, Abaddon lifts his foot and kicks him in the groin. With all the attackers subdued, Abaddon leads the living bandits back to the town. the Ears of the killed bandits he drops into the guards hands. the guard stares in awe as Abaddon hog ties each man. He then hands him a bag of gold which he pockets, then leaves.

Anything else you would like to say?:

I hope that my application is deemed acceptable by the community, and that Abaddon may end his search for Sheol in Asulon. I would also hope that my Biography is not too long. Thank you.

[nppeck 601]

You look like you put a lot of effort into this.

[nppeck 601]

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