TheBioverse's 3rd application

[N/A 5]

Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name:

TheBioverse.

How old are you?:

14

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:

Bahrain, Middle East.

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

Yes.

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:

Yes, DnD PnP, Other Minecraft Servers.

Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:

Yes.

How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:

Google

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

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/70823-thebioverses-2nd-application/

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/!:

Definitions

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

The act of playing a character other than yourself.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:

Meta gaming is the act of making decisions or having discussions unsing info that your character is most likely not to know, Eg: From OOC discussions

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:

Power emoting is when a character does an action and does not give the opposing character the chance to negate that action, Eg: "Guard trips Crook and binds his hands and legs. Crook uses his large strength to break the bonds and runs. Guard sprints to the Crook and tackles him. Crook pulls out a dagger and kills Guard." <<=Found on the wiki.

In-Character Details

Character Name:

Venator_Nocte

Character Race:

Human (No subclass)

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:

Venator Nocte, Ven to his friends, was born into a family of 2 trades. His Father's side of the family were skilled hunters, while his mothers side were skilled fishers. He was raised in a village on the Isle of Salvus. It was a peaceful time for him and his village, unlike the other human Kingdom's which stank of internal feuding, but the peace was not meant to last.

At roughly the age of 20 Ven was an efficient hunter who was well nursed in his father's disipline of hunting, his father had told him, 'We hunt not for the pleasure of the sport, but the cause." His Uncle, on his mother's side of the family, though he was a drunkard, had taught Ven the ways of the fisherman, he always used to say, as if it were his motto, 'Give a man a fish, and he is full for the day, give a man a fishing rod, and he can feed himself for a lifetime.' His parents had also realized that he was now an adult and wanted him to get married and have a family of his own. Ven was amused at the idea and talked his parents not to rush into anything, but they had already found a suitable bride. Ven was shocked, partly due to his shyness, and thought a little time to himself would be just what he would need. He packed his camping bag and went off for the night.

It was about midnight and, what he guessed to be chanting and marching, had awoken him. He got out of his tent, sword in hand and peered out of the trees. To his horror the village was in flames, and the chanting was clearer now, he could make out the words "All hail the new King, all hail Godfrey!" Ven was a smart and quick thinker, years of hunting wild animals, and the creatures of the night had gifted him with that skill, and he realized that Godfrey must be the New Ruler of another Kingdom, and that this was war.

He ran to his house and found it engulfed in flames, and as he reached he saw them, his family, running for their lives in sheer terror from the soldiers, but father wasn't with them. He saw that his Mother and the others were safe and ran into the house and found his father on the floor, dead. He was also holding a bloody note, on it in a scribbled and rushed writing said, 'Ven, if you find this note, then I have passed on to the heavans, bet this is no time to be grieving in tears, your family needs you, it is now your responsibility to protect and feed them, live up to your name, that is all I ask. Take my finest armor, my battle sword, my crossbow, and my quiver of arrows, they shall serve you well, now go, destiny awaits you, your family awaits you. Ven shook the tears from his eyes, grabbed the equipment his late father had bestowed upon him, and ran to protect the family.

He ran to the door and dashed through the chaos. He managed to cut down a few soldiers just like he would cut down a stampeding wild boar. He found his family in the woods, exhausted, and as he extended his hand and was about to call out for them, when he heard the words "Detonate the mines!" and a shining bright light engulfed his family as Ven was knocked off his feet, and his world faded to black.

When he woke it was dawn and he was under a small pile of rubble, when he emerged to the surface he found himself in crater, and he realized what had happened. He looked back to the village to confirm his hunch, and as he had gravely suspected, it was gone, and so were the soldiers. His knees gave out under him and he collapsed, tears welling up in his eyes, realizing he could not confirm his father's wishes, that he had doomed the families name. It was midday and Ven had constructed a makeshift grave from what he could find and said his prayers, he the took the decided to travel to the cloud sanctuary with what little money and food he had left, for the armor had taken the force of the blast and was now in pieces, his sword was still in decent shape at least, he thought. He then began his journey of hardship, no idea what destiny awaited him...

What are your characters ambitions?:

To become a great hunter and a skilled fisherman.

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

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:

He tends not to get mixed up in other people's business, keeps to himself, sly, and horrible at romance, not that he fancies at all.

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?

It was but another day since the tragedy that had befallen me, and this day I find myself following a brick path. To where it lead I had no clue, but anywhere was better than sleeping another night in the wilderness, under a tree or in a hole under the ground. It seemed there was something on the horizon. I checked the map that I had found on the way here, in a strange rucksack I might add, and it said that the only major thing in this direction should be the City of Arethor, but from what I could see, it was much larger than the map, I guessed it was an old map and the city had prospered by the hands of wealth, so I carried on, starving I might add. I had nothing to eat but apples and pieces of rotten Zombie flesh for days, neither too filling, and the zombie flesh had, for a few minutes, left me even hungrier than before! But as I entered the gates I found what seemed to be a paradise. It was a marketplace! And what made it a true paradise was the first stall I laid my eyes upon, the man, or dwarf in this case, seemed to be poor, and I realized, with my current lack of money, I could buy some raw beef, or even pork at a bargain! I calmly walked up to the stall, but the dwarf had been tougher than expected and we landed the deal, after about half an hour too I might add, at 3 minas for 3 raw pork chops and 1 map, for I realized an outdated map was of no use to me, but I kept the map anyways, as a precaution. I then gave my thanks to the dwarf for the decent trade and studied the map, looking for any towns, preferably a small village, where I could perhaps get a job and rent a small house.

You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?

It had been a successful day. I had found a newly forming village and had offered my services as either a hunter or a fisher to the townspeople in exchange for a home. They had joyfully agreed, to the fisher of course, they tended to farm bread for now until they could make a proper stall and have enough wheat to breed the animals, which was acceptable, and the more fish I cough, the more time I had a roof over my head, which sounded like a fair deal too. I was actually on my way to a local bar in another town when I spotted a commotion down the road. It was late at night but the bulking figures and the accent's in their voice made it clear. It was a dwarf and an orc, and it seemed that the orc was on the offensive, which was perfectly normal in these parts. I also noticed that they weren't armed, so realizing a fist fight would not be too harmful, I walked away. When I heard a scream of terror I looked back to see the orc holding a knife, and as the orc's eyes met mine, he ran. I used a spare bandage to patch up the dwarf and brought him to the nearby town. I then gave a notice of the orc to the local authorities, and I parted ways with the dwarf. I then casually continued my walk to the bar.

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 had continued my walk to the bar only to find an old man on the other side of the road. I shot him friendly smile and he waved back, it was then that I realized how frail his stick was. I was about to stop him when it snapped. I quickly broke a small branch off a tree and carved the odd bits out using a small pocket knife and helped him up while also handing him the stick. I also saw he had dropped his money pouch and it had ripped. I picked all but 1 coins up and handed it to him, saving myself that last coin as compensation. He thanked me and was on his way, I smirked and tossed the coin into the air, and used the same one to buy my drink.

[Queen of Aegis 174]

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