[Accepted][Dwarf] Aengoth Stailinnord Application

[Aengoth 2890]

Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name: Alexander_Wh

How old are you?: 17

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Canada, -07:00 Mountain Time

Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, English is my first language.

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: 2-3 Months World of Warcraft Roleplaying, 1-2 Months Fallout Minecraft Server Roleplay. I role played a few times on a website once as well.

Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes. I both understand and agree to the rules.

How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: A YouTube video, I believe the Youtuber was PotatoOrgy.

Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: N/A

Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here:http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r-100-unique-gameplay/!: Done.

Definitions

In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplay is a unique way to act as if you are a fictional character in a fictional world. It gives players a new way to experience a game and create your own fictional story in a fictional settings with many others.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is to have your character act on knowledge that you gained through OOC means, basically knowledge that in a IC context your character would not have. For example I read about an event that happened in Aegis that my character wasn't around for, then I use the knowledge from that event to base my actions upon.

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: To power-game is to control the an event to your own means without allowing others to influence the event, basically everything happens on your terms and no one else gets a say on what happens. For example I state that I have killed Example Player by stabbing him in the throat before he can even move, then I state Example Player has died and I gain all his belongings.

In-Character Details

Character Name: Aengoth Stailinnord

Character Race: Dwarf ( Sub race: Mountain Dwarf )

Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:

Aengoth was a single child of a small family in which neither his mother nor his father had any other relatives. Aengoth's father was a man with deep faith in the military and before Aengoth was born he was once a soldier. His father had decided from Aengoth's birth that Aengoth would follow his steps into the military and raised Aengoth to do such. Aengoth did rather well in learning the skills that his father deemed necessary, but to his father's dismay Aengoth's heart did not share the same conviction and Aengoth's personal interest in books and history became apparent very early on. Aengoth father deemed such interest unworthy of the great warrior he had been raising his son to be and so whenever he caught Aengoth's nose in between the pages of a book he would quickly take the book from Aengoth and punish him for wavering from the path set for him. The relationship between father and son began to deteriorate. Aengoth's mother soon became dreadfully Ill and his father did not have the available funds to help her. As Aengoth's mother health continued to fall Aengoth began writing a small book about his mother. Aengoth's father became enraged at this seeing it as Aengoth's way of spiting him and he burned the book in front of Aengoth. That night Aengoth's mother died in her sleep from his sickness.

The following morning Aengoth packed his belongings, wore the clothing typical to a traveler and left his father to his grief, for the bond between the two was damaged greatly. Aengoth set off to explore the lands, he visited many human towns and stayed in them for periods of time if they had a library, often leaving them with rocks with Ogradhad's symbol chiseled into it. From these towns his appreciation for writing and books grew even more, even though most of the towns he had visited only carried stories of the families that lived there. Aengoth traveled for many years maturing even a educated Dwarf, although the more he traveled the more apparent his distance between himself and his kind became as he developed even an interest in Human Architecture.

After many years of traveling Aengoth began to regret his abandoning of his father and felt the need to reconcile with his father. He felt that if he made himself clear on what he wanted to be to his father his father would respect Aengoth for making his own path in the world. He also knew that he could also do his part and show an equal appreciation for Dungrimm as he showed for Ogradhad. Finally after many years of traveling Aengoth was on his way home, to both reconcile with his father, and become part of Dwarven society.

Aengoth arrived at his childhood home front door in the middle of the night. Choosing to first at least see his fathers face before he had some rest. Even though his conviction to reconcile with his father was strong Aengoth was plagued with doubts. He stood for nearly an hour at the door before he finally gathered the courage to brush aside the doubts and make his presence known. With a strong knock on the door Aengoth stood tall outside the door making sure to impress his father when the door was open. After many awkward moments Aengoth felt as if something was wrong and slowly opened the door, hearing the horrible screech of metal hinges that hadn't been maintained in some time. Inside the house not a single torch was lit. Aengoth lit his own and called out for his father hoping to find him inside the house, but upon inspection he realized that no one was home, nor had anyone been home for some time based on the amount of dust. Aengoth made his way to his dining table upon which two letters that had yet to been opened lay each with a layer of dust on them. Noticing that one letter was more recent by the amount of dust Aengoth choose to read it first.

As his eyes scanned the page Aengoth more and more felt alone. The letter was from a friend of his father he had not known, the letter contents explained that soon after Aengoth had left his father had rejoined the military. His father was apparently often praised and a amazing worker in the military. Near the end of the letter Aengoth's hands began to tremble, the letter explained how his father had volunteered to explore the rumors of a bandit activity happening not too far from a Dwarven town, after being dispatched to deal with it his father was never heard of again, the military presumed he was murdered and had yet to discover the location of his fathers remains.

Aengoth dropped himself heavily into a chair and sat there for a few moments getting a hold of himself. After many long moments he picked up the other letter and flipped it over finding upon the back his father's messy handwriting. The letter stated it was to his only son, Aengoth Stailinnord. Aengoth sat there for many moments not wanting to believe what he had, the last written words to him from his father. After many moments Aengoth decided not to read the letter and instead chose to keep it for some time, when he felt that he had reached a point in his life when the time was appropriate.

What are your characters ambitions?: Aengoth wishes to reach a point in his life where he feels he is successful enough to read the letter from his father. He wants to pursue a military career so he can be witness and part of grand events in which he hopes to survive from and write of later so they are not lost in history.

Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character? Stailinnord translates to Stone Hammer in the old Dwarven language. ( http://www.lordofthecraft.net/wiki/wikka.php?wakka=Dwarves ). Also Aengoth's chooses to worship both Dungrimm ( The Guardian of the Dead ) and Ogradhad ( The Lore Master )

Open-Response-Questions

Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.

Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?

As I walk down the market of Arethor on my search for supplies to depart town I wait a moment to enjoy the mingle of many different voices. After a moment I notice a rather distinct voice yelling out that seems rather out of place. Finding the source of the voice I see it is a Dwarf shopkeeper dressed in rags with not a single soul at his stall. Striding up to the stall I wait a few moments as I inspect each of the trinkets the old dwarf has on display. Noticing the fine details and craftsmanship I get the old dwarf's attention who hasn't even noticed my presence, too wrapped up in shouting himself hoarse.

"Shopkeeper, tell me 'f yer wares, who created these trinkets."

"Who do ya think made em, that level of skill can only be shown by a child of the smith."

"If this be the amount of detail in yer trinkets and babbles then ye must show me yer axes if ye sell any."

"Your lucky yer mother was a dwarf cause if you were a greenskin borne of pig I would of put me axes into yer ugly mug, give me a moment to pull up the three I have here."

The shopkeeper began pulling up a display from underneath the stall, cursing and complaining the entire time as he did. As the display landed heavily upon the stall I saw three fine iron axes.

"After seeing such amazing craftsmanship I am obliged to buy one of these axes, what be yer price?"

"500 Minas for one, although a work tip would be appreciated, don't be shy of letting go of some coin."

Paying the shopkeeper another 200 Minas on top of the 500 I already paid I walked away with a new well made axe hitched onto my belt.

You’re in the Cloud Sanctuary late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. The only present monk is fast asleep, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?

After spending the better part of my day taking a rest of the Cloud Sanctuary I began getting my supplies in order. My focus was disrupted as I heard a rather nasty growl a bit off to my right, looking over to find the source I saw a Dwarf backed into a corner spitting and cursing at a large figure that stood in front of him blocking his exit. The large figure was one ugly brute of an Orc, this had to be the source of the growling. Unhitching my battleaxe from my belt I walked forward making sure the ugly brute didn't hear me coming.

"Ye stinkin' greenskin, get it through yer thick skull that ye should move befor' I put this here axe through the skull."

"Dwarf ought to learn dat orc's in charge."

The Orc grabbed his mess of a stone axe, the thing looked like they put the rock that they dropped onto his head onto a stick and told him to fight with it, nonetheless though I knew such crude weapons in the hand of an orc could do serious damage so I placed the edge of my battleaxe against the back of his thigh.

"If ye want a fight lemme make sure yer looking' us straight in the eye Greenskin."

Both the Orc and the Dwarf looked at me surprised not noticing my presence until I announced it. The Orc let out a guttural snarl before looking at us two battle ready dwarves, with much self control he put away his weapon and walked away, not wanting to have to actually partake in his final battle today.

Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenseless man. What does your character do?:

After a fine day of work I take a stroll down a rather quiet Malinor road. Walking the opposite way from me I see an old man with a walking stick that looks like its seen more years than the old man himself.

"Greetings, sir."

I wave and smile happily. As the old man raises his hand in acknowledgement his walk stick snaps in two and he collapses. Hurrying over I help the old man by gathering his belongings and giving them to him.

"Thank you very much Dwarf, if you would be kind enough could you grab me a branch of one of those tree's over there."

"'f coarse sir, that would be the decent thing to do."

I walk over to the closest tree and slowly do a circle around it looking for a branch that seems sturdy and will match the height of the old mans previous one. Finally making my choice I snap off the branch I want and test to make sure it will hold my weight. Satisfied with my choice I hand it over to the old man and help him get up.

[everblue2er101 906]

Your application has been...

Accepted!

A truly outstanding application that shows excellent roleplay ability and lots of creativity. One of the best apps I've accepted in a while.

Welcome to Asulon! Please wait patiently for a GM to whitelist you.

[everblue2er101 906]

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[Danny 2232]

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