[Denied] Porterus Vander Application

[Porterus Vander 1]

My name is Matt and I'm from New Hampshire. Outside of Minecraft I like to hang out with my friends and skateboard.

MebsArk:
15:
I use Eastern Standard Time and live in the USA:
Yes, it's all I know:
From 7th grade and before I had only role-played on every game I had ever played. I like role-playing now, just don't as much because I haven't played on one in a few months.:
Yes:
My friend Charlie (IGN CharlieHorse23) told me about it and I thought it seemed REALLY cool.:
None:

Definitions

Acting in a game, as if you were a different person, with a different life.:
Role-Playing in a way where you know or do something, without having a former knowledge of it.:
Abusing the powers of Emotes/Doing an action upon someone witch they cannot counter, making them over-powered.:

In-Character Details

Porterus Vander:
Hobbit:
Character Biography - Age: Unknown to myself, around my 20's. Body: Medium blonde hair, tanned well, round shoulders and not overly muscular, around 4'9 in height. Clothing: Chain-mail shirt stretching to my thighs, leather pants, iron shoulder pads, small quiver and bow. Personality: Funny, yet angrily ignores people, defensive about few things, but those things get defended well.

Character Story - My father was an outlaw. He never admitted to me how he became known as such, and didn't like talking about it. Mother knew, but if she told me, she says I'd think of him differently. I don't think I would, or at least I thought. At the age of 12 mother was caught having an affair with my father. He packed our stuff and left. We traveled quite a distance in one day until dad said, "We've gone far enough now, Po, lets get our beds ready." After staring at a fire for a couple hours my father cleared his throat and began speaking, "Son, I don't think you know why we left, but because we must leave, I have to tell you my past." I looked up at him from the fire.
"Before your mother and I married, I was engaged to another woman. She had been from noble descent, and so had I. We were a happy couple, until she was brutally murdered in front of me. I wanted revenge and my thirst for blood hadn't been quenched. In the night I would become a new figure, they called me Grey. Grey was hanging anyone in suspicion of murdering his almost-wife from lamp posts in the street as a symbol to anyone involved. After about four month period, Grey was captured and they discovered it was me. I was sentenced to death by hanging. When the date came for my hanging, I stood there on the platform waiting for my death. I suddenly realized something, I still haven't found evidence that the killer wasn't in justice. Tearing the rope I was noosed by with my bare hands, I ran to the rooftops. I escaped the town and had to find out who did it." I looked past my fathers face and into the darkness he had become. How could my own father be such a deadly and insane man? He continued to finish his story, " So then I met your mother and told her this tale. She too has regrets, so we started a new life, not in love, but in the thought that maybe we can get revenge."
He looked down at me, looking for forgiveness. I turned back to the fire and clenched my teeth. Neither of us spoke. We finished off the firewood and slept on the road we traveled's dirt. In the night I just stood up and ran down the road farther and farther. When I would come upon a fork in the road going towards a town, I would travel past. I did that for a good 3 days. I fell to the floor from dehydration. I don't know why I left, but I think back then, I felt betrayed. Awakening to an old man in a strange house isn't the best way to wake up. I saw him at a crafting table making blue-prints. I sat up and asked, "Who are you?" He doesn't stop working yet continues to respond, "My names Jack, and yours is Porterus."
"How do you know that?"
"I know a lot more than most."
I looked at the ground in frustration, thinking. How does he know my name? He proceeds to tell me, "I can tell your eye-sight's well, I will train you."
"Why would I need training?"
"Well by the looks you can't handle drinking."
"Well what do you have in mind?"
"Because your vision is so good, I will train you as a marksman."
"I don't have any experience with a bow."
""No matter, you will be one of the best by the end of this time."
And so it began...:

To not end up like his father, and make a memorable person of himself.:
My screenshot of my skin is attached to this post.:
Porterus will be a honorable ranger, with skills unknown.:

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 take a slow glance at the Dwarf. He attempts to try to speak with me so I give him my time. I browse his goods with a quick eye only finding barely sellable goods. Tells him that I will buy some of his loafs of bread even though they're dirty. I give him 2 gold and tell him to keep the change.
Walks away thinking of how much of a push-over I am.

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?
Steps into the cover of the trees shadow. Climbing the tree, I look back making sure nothing has happened. I pull an arrow out of my quiver slowly, making sure to not make noise. The dwarf sees me and doesn't say a thing. I draw back my bow quickly and aims. The shot slaps out of my bow and makes a noiseless sound in the back of the Orcs head. Walks past the dwarf, not asking for any thanks.

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 choke on my words, seeing him fall. Helps the elderly man up and takes him to the nearby bench. Picks up his coins and the bag, putting the coins back in. I give them back and he says thanks. Walking away I see him smile.:

[everblue2er101 906]

Your application has been...

Denied.

Need to post this application on the Minecraft forums before you can be accepted.

Clarify the Meta-Gaming definition. Add Meta-Gaming and Power-Emoting examples. You can find more info on the forums and wiki, but make sure to use your own words.

'Hobbit' is not a race on the server. You must apply as a Human, Dwarf, Elf or Orc. Halflings, however, are a Human sub-race.

4'9 is far too tall for a Halfling. Bios should not contain as much dialogue as yours does and should be more of backstories for the character. Please incorporate some server lore, which can be found on the forums and wiki.

Needs a skin screenshot. You can see THIS GUIDE for more info.

Powergaming in ORQ #2, defeating the Orc so easily.

Expand on all ORQs. Add dialogue, as they are meant to read like stories and demonstrate your roleplaying abilities.

And, this is extremely important, you MUST include the format in your application. Copy and paste it from HERE, and put your responses after each question. Without the questions included in the application it will not be accepted.

Wait at least 24 hours after this post to reapply. If you have any questions feel free to send me a PM.

[everblue2er101 906]

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