[Denied]Burning The World's Fourth (And hopefully final) Application.

[Banter 5]

Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name:Cody_14

How old are you?:Twelve

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:North America. Eastern Time Zone.

Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:Yes, I do however make spelling mistakes on certain words. Otherwise, the English language is my first language, so I know it well. I am atleast adequet in grammar.

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:Yes, I've been roleplaying for two years and a month.

Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:Yes, I've read and understood the rules.

How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:I was told by my brother, a guy who frequents LOTC.

Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: Application 2:Aleran- http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/70385-btws-second-application/

Application 1:Meridan- http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/70259-meridan-erik-vanachez/

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/!:I will.

Definitions

In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:Roleplaying is assuming the role of something else/someone else. Then saying your them and doing exactly as they would have done. Almost like copying someone completely. Like an example is right in front of us, we're assuming the role of the character we make.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:Meta-Gaming is using information that your character does not know about in game. For example, a character, walks up to a guy he's never seen or head about before, and greets him by his first name. He's never seen the man before, nor has he heard of him in game. Outside of game however, they could be friends and he was told who his character was, but in game, they're strangers. That's Meta-Gaming.

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:Power-Emoting is using something that is way out of normal power limits. Like casting a huge fireball that kills everyone who apposes you, but your not injured at all from casting such a thing, nor is anyone on your side. It just seems to kill those you want it to. It's using an unrealistic amount of power on something that is otherwise, without that power, is impossible. Or for the example previded, using un-approved use of roleplay magic. You don't truly have the power, your just using it because you want to. Or doing something like attacking, without allowing defense. 'Auto-Hits' or 'Insta-Kills' or even 'Impossible to block' Something that doesn't allow defense/skips it. That's power-emoting.

In-Character Details

Character Name:Corwin Vance Irilan.

Character Race:Woodland Elf.

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:Corwin was an odd boy, he was always ignored, for even though he was a woodland elf, he was rather tall for a woodland elf. Sure he was only six feet tall exactly, but some consider that rather tall. He also was rather keen on justice, but always had a temper. Corwin never truly had friends, he only smiled, then treated everyone equally. It didn't matter if it was a drunk Orc, a sober dwarf, a human theif, or a kid from Malinor, he treated everyone the same. He was nice to them all, generly.

Corwin was sort of a happy go lucky kid, his parents taught him to be nice to everyone, so he followed in their footsteps. His mother and father were Guardians. But they were constantly working, devoted to their work, almost to obsessive, 'just trying to make the world a better place.' They always said. He always looked up to them, their endless work, then how they came home, and loved him all the same. He had a bright future, he was a kid prodigy to most.

But then, the Plauge came around, in Asulon, it was nothing else that hurt their parents, anything else they had dodged. But the whole family got the Plauge, but his parents died. It left Corwin deathly ill for about a month, but he recovered. His body now twisted to a weakness of any physical usage, he farms, trying to slowly build back his strength. He lost all patience for others though. This only came to an end a few years ago from the current events. He slowly burned through what money they had for him, having to take breaks so often, his crops died when he couldn't reach them for days on end. But slowly, he gainned back some of that lost money, he started buying books, educating himself, trying to forfill his parents dream.

Corwin was still a changed man however, he had lost all sense of love. He didn't trust people either, he always made a back-up plan incase he was betrayed. It left those who tried to love him heartbroken, or just overall empty. He was also lost his families' home in Malinor, he ended up buying a little shack he could live in. It was simple, but he used it so he could survive. It almost left him completely bitter, but that ambition, kept him caring, not loving, but caring. He slowly trys to get back to how he used to be before all that happened. Other times he only cares for his parents' dream.

Corwin has dirty blond hair, weighs about 156 pounds. He is 192 years old at the moment. He generly wears brown clothes or green clothes. Either one fits him, he'd say. He appears to be in his early twenties to some. He has blue eyes that always catch the light, even in darkness.

What are your characters ambitions?:To make the world a better place, like his parents' had wanted before they died.

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

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:No.

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? I smile, this man could need a helping hand, plus, mum used to say, 'A kindess done, will always have a kindness returned.' I walk up to the dwarf, coughing as I stand realitivly close. "So, you have wares you wish to sell?" I ask, my eyes staring down at the dwarf, even though I'm a woodland elf, I'm still taller than a dwarf. He nods, then says, in a deep, throaty voice, "Perhaps you'd like to purchase something, elf?" He asks me, his eyes not moving from a little bag of money resting against my side, just visible. "Actually," I say, clearly my throat, "I was hoping I could make you a deal." He doesn't seem to quite understand, so I take a breath, then, out of the blue, break into a coughing fit. It always acts up the most when I'm stressed. I take a deep breath, before I continue, "You seem poor, not that you would be, but moving from your home to a human town, to buy merchandise, would surely make a man of moderate wealth reduced. So, I have a deal, you sell my crops, pay me half of what it gets, then we both walk away richer." I had no true selling skills, this man surely could get a better price than I. Of course, if he didn't, I'd take away that, but I didn't wanna say it to his face. He smiled, his face going from a desprate look, to a happy, hopeful one. "So that's it, I just randomly get crops, sell them, and get half of it, don't even have to buy them?" He seems to consider it, for some reason. After all, I had just offered him free money. I tap my foot, then shiver slightly. This was going to be a long day if this man didn't hurry up, I was already feeling a bit ill from the suspense and stress of farming this morning, then almost losing my crops when some thieves came. The dwarf then shook my hand, "The name's Jatter, yours?" I looked back at the dwarf, focusing on him again, "Call me Orwin." I say, knowing that secrecy is important, even for a farmer. He smiles, "Consider the trading done, just send them crops over, surely someone will end up buying them!" He then gives me a huge pat on the back, then walks off, back to selling his wares. I smile to myself, I had just made a dwarf's day, and a chance to sell my crops.

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?I sigh, all I had wanted was to pray a bit. I didn't exactly like Orcs, but dad always said, 'Never judge anything by it's race.' So I tend to try to give Orcs a chance, but this one was already tampering with my nerves. I slowly walk up, taking my time, no need to throw my body into stress just to break it up a few moments faster. "So it seems we're having a bit of a problem here?" I ask the Orc. The Orc looks at me, "Twiggy, this 'ere dwarf just said I was a no good blood thirsty 'onster! I should show him what a monser truly is!" He roars the last part out, clearly, this Orc was a bit more intelligent than some I've dealt with.I calmly look at the dwarf, "Explain yourself, now." The dwarf quickly rattles off, all out at once, "The Orc said we should bet on who could scare the other easier. I said he could, 'cause he was a big, blood thirsty monster, then he got all offended, even though I was joking!" I instantly felt my blood turn cold, this man was already on my bad side. He provoked an Orc, then said he was kidding. This kind of guy was the people who made this world so rotten. I felt adreline pour through me, then, before I knew it, I slammed my fist into the dwarf. I then grunt, "Orc, help me out, I feel violence is the only answer tonight." I then help this Orc beat the sorry exscue for a dwarf up. As we finish, I take a deep breath, feeling all kinds of after effects that I always get when I fight, I gag, but hold it in. I then wave at the Orc, who seems too happy, then walks off, out of the temple. The monk still sleeps, which makes me wonder if he had died. The dwarf sat there moaning. I then walked off, towards home, knowing that by tomorrow, I'd truly feel how that fight would effect my body, like the other ones do, with extreme sickness.

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 defenceless man. What does your character do?:I realise this man was just having a normal day, so I should respect him, or atleast, deep down, I felt I should. So instead of taking the Minas, I stuff it into the back, then lay it down next to him. "Need a lift stranger?" I ask, staring down at him. He looks up at me, smiling a bit, "I'd love some help, if you could." His voice remains steady, like he didn't care if I didn't, but his eyes show that he hopes I do help him, that I don't leave him here. I know that using the physical form I'd need to use, to carry that man, would surely make me feel the effects later, but I guess having one more friend would be worth it. I cough into my sleeve, then bend over to pick him up. I pick him up, in sort of a manner that a man does a bride. I crouch low, as he picks up the remainning piece of his stick and the money. We then set off towards Malinor, my lungs slowly feeling like their squeezing in. My body wasn't exactly made for carrying people, nor the sickly state I'm always in, so this wasn't my best idea. "You alright old man?" I ask, as we arrive at the gates, by now, it takes effort to breath, but I don't make any noise still, that'd concern the old man. He smiles, his jagged, yellow teeth like gold. "Yeah, I think I'll live to see another day." He then chuckled, as if it was some huge joke to him. I think about making a joke, but I don't, that'd waste the breath I have to struggle to get. So as we approach a store, where walking sticks seem to be sold, I whisper, "Lean against the shop while I order, please." He seems slightly concerned, but as we get there, he obliges. Then, I buy him another walking stick, similar to his first, then hand it to him. He smiles, delighted. "How much was it?" He asks, looking at it. "About eight Minas." I say, lying slightly, it actually costed twelve, but I knew he'd probably compensate for some of it. He hands me six Minas. "That should cover most of it." He says, then smiles again with his jagged teeth, "This is a kindness our family will remeber." Those words made me feel empty, but happy, I was living out my parents' dream.

[everblue2er101 906]

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[Skippy 2466]

Try this skin, perhaps.

[Song Druid 1486]

Going ahead and denying this-the OP has not complied with the original terms set, they can reapply immediately however with requested revisions; this post simply shall not take up any more space here. :)

[Song Druid 1486]

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