[Accepted]_Fieryone's First App

[Aiden 173]

Out-Of-Character

Main Minecraft Account Name:

Aiden_AJK

Alternate Minecraft Account Name:

_Fieryone

In your own words, define what the act of Roleplaying is:

Rooleplaying is when a person or group of people get together and do unscripted acting. Unlike preforming a play/movie, RP gives you the opportunity to do whatever you want, making it an enjoyable experience. Also, it isn’t set therefore anything could happen, giving it the feel of real life, only in a much more outlandish yet amazing way.

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

Metagaming is when one uses OOC information IC. An example of Metagaming would be if dwarf A tells dwarf B over skype, “Help! SEVEN ORCS AT THE GATES” then dwarf B comes rushing to the gates immediately afterwards with a group of other dwarves, ready to fight the orcs.

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

Powergaming is a couple of things. Powergaming is roleplaying without giving the other player a chance to react to the powergamer’s actions. An example is say Bob walks up to Steve and says “GIVE ME YOUR MONEY OR DIE!” Steve: “Uhm.. no..” Bob: -cuts off Steve’s head in one swift strike, then steals his money and runs. The other type of power-emoting is when your character does something extremely unrealistic. An example is: *Bob attempts to kill the whole group of twenty bandits* Even though he said ‘attempts’, he still would do something extremely overpowered if he were to say /roll 20 over it.

In-Character:

Character Name:

Daenir Merilinor

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.):

Daenir was born only a mere two years after Aegis fell. His two parents were important people that were hated by many, so to protect their only son, Daenir, they sent him off on a boat, hoping that wherever he ends up will be the right place for him.

After a few hours of sailing, Daenir ended up landing on a shore outside of a small camp that was near present day Normandor. Two dark elven women walked over to the small boat to find Daenir staring at them with his red eyes. He immediately began to cry for food and attention so the two women gave him shelter for the night and fed him a warm meal. After the cold night, the two women brought Daenir to the cloud temple, where the monks would care for him.

Once he had lived with the monks for a year, Daenir was adopted by an old woman who was starting a multi-racial orphanage. He stayed there for a large amount of his childhood and, at the age of none, the conflict began. Daenir, as everyone soon found out, didn’t mix well with other races. He always seemed to pick a fight with one of the young uruk or be seen insulting a human. Due to his rudeness, he was beat up constantly by the bigger orcs that were in the Orphanage. Daenir soon realized that he either was going to be picked on, or he could learn to fight. So he did just that, every night he would sneak out of his bedroom to go into the forest nearby to attempt to train himself to be able to fight in hand-to-hand combat.

Daenir finally decided to escape the orphanage with one of his elvish friends, Urdir, at the age of fourteen, which at this time he had become decent at hand-to-hand combat after all of his training, due to all of the other races that Daenir that thought were abominations to Asulon. Once everyone else was fast asleep, Urdir and Daenir snuck out of the orphanage as quietly as they could and made a run for the boat that would take them to the cloud temple. Once they were almost there and they thought that they were home-free, a guard walked up and saw both of them. In their panic, they both dove into the water and attempted to swim away. The guard then yelled “COME BACK HERE NOW!!!!” After yelling a few more times, the guard sighed and murmured something about stubborn children.

Daenir and Urdir swam back to the shore near the boat once they realized that the guard had not followed them. They both panted and plopped down on the sand, grinning at each other. “We haven’t gotten away yet” said Urdir with a sigh. “We should keep moving before we’re found”, said Daenir. After Urdir nodded his agreement, they both got up and began a jog towards the boat, this time being more careful when nearing it. They both successfully got to the boat without being spotted as soon as the sun began to rise. They talked to the captain and he said “I am goin’ to set sail in about an hour.” Urdir and Daenir then both nodded and went below deck to wait.

Urdir and Daenir parted ways once they arrived at the cloud temple docks. Daenir then wandered around a bit and eventually ended up taking a carriage to Oren. Once there, he asked around for work and was told by some dwarves that they were hiring miners. Eager to get paid, Daenir quickly said yes to the job. He followed the dwarves to a carriage that took the group of them to a dwarven city. Once there, Daenir was given a room with a bed, and a few picks. Then, he was taken into the mine and began his training as a miner. Daenir first began to learn techniques on how to mine out stone efficiently. After a few months of trial and error, Daenir was able to get some coal out of each ore he found, making the dwarves happy that he actually was bringing in ores. He then continued to mine stone out, giving the more experienced miners the chance to mine out the iron and even gold without breaking any stone themselves, making Daenir worth more than dwarves had thought he would be.

Daenir continued to be a miner for many more years, until the age of twenty-five, making him more stubborn then he was as a small child and making him much stronger as well. Daenir decided to leave the mine and go elsewhere because he believed that it was time for a change. He became well aware of the economy and different prices for items. He ended up owning many different shops during this time in his life and made quite a bit of profits off of reselling and off of his old ores from being a miner. He was able to afford a lovely home in Alras and was happy with his situation.

At the age of fourty-five, Daenir sold his properties to Alras and shops as well, believing that he should become more of an elf, because even though he had matured enough to respect other races, he still didn’t like to be around them contantly. He packed up his bags and began to explore the elven lands, hoping to find more elves that he could possibly relate to. He came across a group of elves who were traders that were in need of someone who knew prices and was also a miner. Daerin thought to himself “Well, that sounds a whole lot like me..” so he accepted their offer and became their miner.

Daerin left the group of traders a few years later and continued his travels through elven lands. He got into less fights while around other elves but still never lost his hand-to-hand skills or his mining skills what so ever and is always ready to fight in defense.

He now continues to explore around elven lands at the age of fifty and still tries to make coin wherever he can whether it be through mining, trading, or even guarding people using his hand-to-hand skills.

What are your Character's ambitions?:

Daenir wants to become the best he can be at fighting hand-to-hand. He also would like to become a wealthy trader and better at mining then he currently is. The last ambition that my character has is to fully explore all elven lands and he also wants to be able to be around other races and enjoy himself instead of get angered by his past.

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

Other Information about your Character:

He is very stubborn and doesn’t think much before going into things due to his childhood. He also is fond of sweet foods.

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?: *Daerin walks up and assesses the situation*

Warrior 1: Now, I’m gonna say this one last time, give me your money and we’ll leave you alone.

Warrior 2: Yeah.. *snickers like a fool*

Halfling: *seeing Daerin walking up* P-P-Please h-help me!

Daenir: What is going on here?

Warrior 1: This ‘alfling ‘ere owes me money!

Halfling: Wha- What money?

Warrior 2: The money we framed you for st- *Warrior 1 shoves a cloth in his mouth*

Warrior 1: You fool!

Daenir: So you are framing this little halfing?

Warrior 1: Yeah! We are! Do you have a problem with that?

Daenir: *thinking back to his childhood* I do, actually, you humans shouldn’t be messing with small halflings like this one here.

Warrior 2: What’re you gonna do to stop us?

Warrior 1: Yeah! *turning to the Halfling* Give us the money now.

Daenir: I don’t think so. *readies his fists*

*Warrior 1 and 2 both laugh*

Warrior 1: What are you going to do, hit us to death?

Daenir: *getting angered* Get away from him now.

*Warrior 1 points his blade at the Halfling*

Daenir: You’re finished *runs up and attempts to punch Warrior 1 in the jaw*

*Warrior 1 attempts to side-step but is still hit by the punch in the arm*

Warrior 1: Ow! What the..

*Daenir then throws a punch at Warrior 1 but misses by inches*

Warrior 2: Oi! *swings his sword at Daenir*

*Daenir attempts to side step but is cut on the arm*

Daenir: Arrgh! *getting even more angered, throws two more punches at Warrior 1’s jaw*

*Warrior 1 dodges the first punch but the second punch lands right on his jaw*

Warrior 1: Ugh..

Warrior 2: *getting frightened* I’m getting out of here! *runs away*

Warrior 1: Please.. don’t kill me!

Daenir: Leave now and never harass this Halfling again or I just might.

*Warrior 1 stumbles away, dropping his sword on the ground, leaving a blood trial behind him*

Daenir: *picking up the sword* Here, have this *hands the sword to the Halfling* If they bother you again, use this.

*Daenir then walks away grinning*

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?: *Daenir sees that the merchant is an elf and happily says back* “Hello! What do you have for sale?”

Merchant: Well, what do you need?

Daenir: Hmm.. do you have any bread for sale?

Merchant: Of course! It’ll be about three minas each.

Daenir: *thinking that that’s a good price* Alright.. I guess *Daenir gives the merchant nine minas and in return acquires three bread*

Merchant: Come back again some time!

Daenir: I will..

*As Daenir walks away, he sees a hooded figure sneaking towards the stall*

*Daenir attempts to sneak behind him and isn’t caught*

*Once the figure was obviously a thief, Daerin decided to yell*

Daenir: GUARDS! THERE’S A THIEF OVER HERE!

*Two dwarven guards come running down the path*

Thief: Erm I was just eh..

Daenir: Just what?

Thief: Buying some things for free?

Guard 1:*running up* You’re under arrest for attempted thievery.

Guard 2: *pulling out his shackles* Submit and your time will be shorter.

Thief: Never! *attempts to run away but runs right into Daenir who then grabs him*

Daenir: *handing the man over to the guards* There you are.

Guard 2: Thank you, I love the honesty that people like you give..

*Daenir barely hears this as he is already six feet down the road*

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?: *Daenir walks into the small dusty hut*

Daenir: Hmm.. it seems to be abandoned..

*Daenir looks into the chest and sees two iron ingots and a golden sword*

*He decides against taking the items temporarily until he is sure that nobody lives here*

*Daenir lays down on the small bed and decides to sleep*

-In the morning-

*Daenir wakes up to two goblins that are trying to access their bed*

Goblin 1: ‘Ey you twiggie get outta ‘re bed!

Goblin 2: Yub, Yub!

Daenir: Oh.. this is yours is it.. *raising an eyebrow*

Goblin 2: Yub, Yub!

Daenir: So what weapons do you use?

Goblin 1: Big axe!

Goblin 2: *nodding* Yub, Yub!

Daenir: So if this hut is yours, why would you have a sword in your chest?

Goblin 1: Wha’ chest ye’ be talkin’ about twiggie?

Goblin 2: *seeing the chest and pointing* Yub, Yub!

Goblin 1: Shineys!

Daenir: *knowing that the hut isn’t theirs* Don’t touch those items.

Goblin 2: Nub, Nub?

Goblin 1: Yeah! Why nub!

Daenir: They aren’t yours.

Goblin 1: ‘ow you know, twiggie?

Daenir: I can tell by your words, goblins.

Goblin 2: Nub! It ours!

Goblin 1: Yub! It ours!

Daenir: *sighing* Well then I guess you’ll miss that free gold party in Oren..

Goblin 1: SHINEYS?!

Daenir: *nodding* Lots of shineys in Oren!

Goblin 2: Yub Yub!

*both goblins drop the gold sword and iron bars then take off running for Oren*

Daenir: Idiots.. *picks up the sword and bars and then puts them back in the chest*

*After that, he hides the chest with a blanket, then walks off*

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?:

Daenir: Hello! How are you?

Trader 1: Fine.. want to trade?

Daenir: Hmm… I suppose so.. do you have any cookies?

Trader 2: I got some in me tent..

*Trader 2 walks over to his tent, goes inside, then comes out with five cookies in his hands*

Daenir: I’ll take them for say.. ten minas.

Trader 2: Deal.

*Daenir and Trader 2 exchange the cookies for the minas*

Daenir: Do you people mind if I stay here for the night?

Trader 3: Not at all! Here, use the spare tent. *points towards a small and empty tent*

Daenir: Alright, thanks. *Daenir walks over to the tent and lays out his bedroll, he then falls asleep*

-In the dead of night-

Trader 4: There are two orcs approaching, everyone wake up!

Daenir: Uruk?

Trader 4: Yes come on!

Daenir: *Walking out side to see everyone gathered by the fire to greet the orcs* Hm..

Orc 1: Give us yer money or be flattened!

Orc 2: Yub, give it or flat.

Daenir: *getting angered by the orcs* No.

Orc 1: Nub? You be flat den twiggie!

Orc 2: *walking up to Daenir, axe in hand* Yub.. You be flat.

Daenir: *getting even more angered* No! *throws a punch at the orcs jaw*

*Orc 2 is too slow to react and is punched in the jaw, fracturing the bone and causing some blood to drip from his mouth*

*All of the traders draw their weapons and run up to orc 2, slicing and hacking away at him*

Orc 2: I nub be flat! *attempts to run away but trips and falls, giving the traders a chance to end his life after a few more swipes*

Orc 1: Keep yer money twiggie! *runs away as fast as his legs will carry him*

Daenir: Well, I’m going back to bed. *yawning, he goes back to his tent*

-In the morning-

Daenir: Well, thanks for letting me stay, but I must be off.

Trader 1: *smiling* Any time, friend!

Daenir: Mhm.. *walks off into the forest*

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?:

Daenir: *walking up to the guard captain* When do you leave, I’d like to come along.

Guard captain: Right now actually, let us go.

Captain: EVERYONE WHO’S COMING, COME TO THE GATES!

*five guards and two freelance fighters come to the gates*

Captain: Move out!

-The group walks for about an hour, then the bandit camp comes into sight-

Daenir: There! Through the trees!

Captain: Everyone, on my mark we charge!

Captain: 3… 2…. 1…. CHARGE!

Bandit lookout: GUARDS!!!!

*The bandits begin to scream and yell*

Daenir: *running up to a bandit* Die!

*Daenir throws a punch at the man’s stomach*

*Bandit 1 is hit in the stomach because he is taken by surprise but then he slices downwards at Daenir*

*Daenir attempts to dodge but is cut on his foot*

Daenir: Oi! *throws two more punches at the man’s arms*

*One of the punches misses completely but one hits the man on the cheek causing him to bleed slightly*

Bandit 1: Uh.. *falls over knocked out*

*Daenir looks around for more bandits and sees two double teaming a guard*

*Daenir runs over to the two bandits and the guard*

*Daenir throws a punch at the back of one of the bandit’s head, hitting because the bandit didn’t know Daenir was there*

Bandit 2: Uhh! *Falls over, then the guard slices him in the neck, killing him*

Bandit 3: Uh oh.. *attempts to run away but is cut down by the angered guard*

Daenir: Nice work!

Guard 1: *nodding* Mhm..

*Daenir looks around for more opponents but he sees that all that is left is the bandit leader, fighting with the captain and two other guards*

*The bandit leader is quickly killed due to the triple team*

Captain: We’ve done it! Rewards for all! *hands all of the men one-hundred minas*

Daenir: *Accepts the minas gratefully* Thank you. It was great to help..

Captain: *nodding* Thank you, I saw you help that guard that was being killed.

Daenir: *grins then walks off*

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