Wither's second Application

[rukio 8924]

Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name:Rukio13

How old are you?:15

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:Central time zone, USA

Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:Yes, although I prefer to only use proper grammar when required.

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:I've been roleplaying in various things and places for over 8 years.

Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:I cannot promise something that is infinite, I shall, however, promise to do my best. (I cannot promise I will not slip up, but I have read and understand the rules, and I agree to do my best to not break them.)

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

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

Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? :Yes

Definitions

In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:Roleplaying is having a character you play as, react as, and base their decisions upon who they are, not how you would handle it, and taking nothing said in character as an insult/attack toward yourself.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:Using knowledge your character should not have as if they know of it. Example: Someone states that their character is female (gender is unknown in roleplay) ooc, it is metagaming for your character to know it is female.

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:The act of controling the situation without letting the other person react, such as when killing them without their permission.

In your own words, define what Out of Character (OOC) is:Out of character is talk that is not in the roleplay, and not to be used as if it were.

In your own words, define what In Character (IC) is:In character is when you are 'roleplaying' or playing the part of your character.

In-Character Details

Character Name:Wither

Character Race:Human

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:'Watch the flowers wither away as fall fades and the winter sets in.' Under a canopy of stars the young, pale human took her first gasps of living breath. It was the end of fall, the flowers were fading away, withering, the first snow threatening to settle itself upon the earth soon. Fragile as a flower, pale as the moon, she was born with red eyes instead of the normal eye color blue. Her screams and cries were constant, as constant as the sun, only to be calmed by the moon and silence of the night. Her mother, bitter at having lost her husband from a sickness before Wither was born, was unable to withstand the pressure of having a child who was constantly crying. Her mother would tie her up and bind her mouth closed to muffle the cries. Wither soon, with no ability to stretch her legs, withered as a flower would without the sun. Skin and bones, she no longer had the energy to cry or scream. Her mother finally decided to untie her, but Wither lacked enough muscle to stand or even to barely move by herself. Her mother, happy that her child no longer screamed, fed Wither little, in order to prevent her from having the strength to cry anymore. Desperate and starving for nourishment, Wither would sneak an extra piece of food here and there after meals, and within a few months the 9 year old child was soon able to stand, if only for a few moments by herself. At night, when her mother was asleep, Wither would step onto the cold floor of the small hut, and practice walking from one end to the other, back and forth, fascinated by the noises of the world outside. The hut lacked windows, and Wither had never seen the outside, besides the door. Several months of these nights of walking back and forth, and she decided she would sooner brave the outside world, then endure her mother anymore. Hesitantly grabbing the door handle, she pulled it open, the full moon lighting her path as she slowly walked away from the small hut. She saw her first cow, grazing lazily in a small pasture, it gave a friendly "moo" when it saw her and walked toward the end of the fence. Terrified of the cow, she tried her best to get away as quickly as possible. The uneven ground and still weak muscles in her legs led her to fall, face first onto the dirt path. Hearing footsteps, she looked up and saw "Hawkes the Pale" ((Icelifreakx)) looking at her, as if confused. Terrified that she had stumbled across someone, she attempted to speak but could only manage an 'ah' as she tried to get up. The man helped her up, and she thanked him, her voice raw and uneven from lack of use.

Three years later, Wither still followed him, the vast deserts, the calm and peaceful snowy mountains, the serene woodlands, everything fascinated her. After having gotten her first wooden sword, she knew there was no tool that she would rather use, learning the basic techniques on how to hunt and kill monsters from "Hawkes the Pale", she slowly began her journey to becoming a fairly good sword wielder. She began hunting down the monsters along side her adoptive 'father', studying the 'art' of swordsmanship. Thrilled with having received her first sword, she went skipping off, full of joy. Not watching the woods around her, she walked right in front of a zombie, who turned and started to walk toward her. "no....nononono" She said, terrified. She started to panic, terrified of this creature in front of her. She calmed herself, "I have to stay calm!" she struck at the monster with her sword, her hit was weak, and untimed. The zombie continued to walk toward her, and she started shaking with fear, When Hawkes the Pale came from behind, killing it with a well timed arrow. She said rather feebly to "Hawkes the Pale" "I was scared!" Yet, she then decided from that day, she wanted to be a monster hunter. Throughout time, there have been those who have wanted to shed blood, and those who need to shed blood. Wither could be a content middle, craving to shed blood, and needing to shed it, as if it were like water, protecting the flower from wilting away and dying, yet for now content to watch other's kill. The next few days were spent by Wither training as best she could, striving for the words of encouragement and pats on the head from her father. Her lack of energy meant she spent most of her time resting, practicing with her sword in between rests, forcing herself to continue as long as she could possibly stand. On a cold afternoon she was sitting next to a cave resting, unaware of the area around her. She was both scared and saddened when a spider jumped out of no where, attacking her and wounding her badly before Hawkes the Pale killed it. She vowed to herself "I shall never hunt spiders, they are...they are...different." Instead, Wither enjoys watching the spiders from far away, secretly wondering why they are so feared.

What are your characters ambitions?:Wither wishes nothing more then to follow in her father's footsteps.

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

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character?Her personality is not fully developed yet, due to her still being a child, so it will finish developing in roleplay, depending on how the world around her is, I hope that is acceptable.

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 walk into the city, bored and unimpressed, wishing I could go back out into the woodlands already. A dwarf stops me as I begin to walk past, looking at them I do my best to be polite and smile. "Hello, I am Wither...is there a reason you stopped me?" He looks at me like I am clueless, then begins to speak about the things he has for sale. I listen, occasionally nodding and then say "I'm sorry...I do hate to be rude but I must leave, I have someone expecting me. I'll be back soon, I promise!" Then I hurry down the street, worried that my friend has already left.

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?As I rest on the grass, counting the stars one by one, a noise reaches my ears, arguing of some sort. I push myself up off the grass, dusting myself off and walk over to the noise. "H-hello? Why are you shouting at each other?" I look at them both, they seem to ignore me as they get in each others faces, still bickering. I tilt my head, slightly worried and confused as to what to do. The Orc raises his fist to strike the dwarf and I push the dwarf out of the orc's reach. "Violence is never the answer!" I say meekly, trying to sound brave. The dwarf takes the moment to leave, and the Orc follows after him, still yelling. I lower my head in defeat and go back to counting the stars.

]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 smile as and old man walks past "Good morning! Where are you off to?" I ask, as he ignores me, as he passes me his stick breaks. "Are you okay?!" I ask, worried that he is injured, he sits where he fell and I go to find a new stick for him. When I return he is still there, gathering his minas. I offer him the stick and he mutters a "Thank you" I nod and skip down the road, happy to be helpful.

[Volutional 935]

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Well done with your application, and welcome to Lord of the Craft

Lest you loose your way in Asulon, the Monks of the Cloud Temple can always guide you in your gaze

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[Volutional 935]

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