Xiryks's Application

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Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name: Xiryks

How old are you?: 18

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: +10 Australia, NSW (Eastern)

Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: I believe that I do

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes I have had a lot of previous RP experience through multiple games and other servers

Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes I have read and do agree with them

How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I don't recall how I heard about it originally, I believe it was by searching in Google for RP servers

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/!: Yes I have done that.

Definitions

In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Creating a persona of similar or different traits to your own and playing as the role of said persona. Whilst doing that you separate the persona and your personal beliefs and take on those which your "character" has developed.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Using information in which you have obtained through outside sources and implementing them in game.

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Making your created character be overly powerful or "godlike"

In-Character Details

Character Name: Skyrix Halisstrad

Character Race: Dark 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:

Running, always running, where to? Why? I don’t know, I have been running for as long as I can remember, through the forest, forever by the sides of the only friends I have known. That may seem like an amazing thing, but the trees were what I was referring to, they are the only friends I have known. The only friends I can remember having, just like me running all I can remember. For me, the fact that I can remember the trees are my friends is enough to put a slight smile to my face. It’s amazing how someones head works, really a magical thing to me. You see one day you can have your head filled with years of memories and it takes such a small thing to change that, such a small inconvenience to shake up the balance, what was that thing you may think? Well that is another downside to the “side-effect” of the accident, you forget what happened.

All I do remember is what occurred after I woke up in, a seemingly abandoned house, who owned it, beats me but it did give me shelter for the following couple of nights from the harshness of the world. From the strange slumber, did I wake. Opening my eyelids ever so slowly, as if I was opening them for the first time and afraid I will break them. The first sight that came to me was that of the sunshine, shining through a hole in the wall. Blinking ever so slowly, I raised my back and sat up on top of what looked like a hard surface of red wool. Sliding off of the wool as gently as can be done, feet hitting the ground with no sound.

As soon as my bearings were settled, I took my time to walk towards the doorway. As I approached it, my legs collapsed and I fell to the floor. All that could be done from there is crawl, crawl towards the doorway. As I reached the doorway I saw that there was some water in the distant, this for reasons I don’t seem to understand, made me gain some strength to stand up again, with the help of the door frame. I walked, well more correctly limped, towards the water as carefully as I could. As I made it to the water, I bent down and washed my face and had a good drink, as if I have never had water in my life.

As I lifted my face away, dripping with water, I took a good look at my face. My skin being a darker colour than the colours around me, my hair short and wet was a grey colour and pointy sharp ears, this told me one thing. I am an Elf, or more correctly a Dark Elf. The one thing I didn’t understand is that my eyes, the colour more correctly. Were a colour of deep red, or a dark crimson, this scared me but for some strange reason made me comfortable. This I do not understand but what I do understand now is what I look like and that is all that matters for now.

That is all I know, from that day I lived day by day on my own. I eventually found a dark forest and decided to call that home. How long I have been on my own? I don’t even know. I let my hair grow, but it never grew fast. One day in particular, not that long ago to be honest, I saw a man getting attacked by a strange looking monster. Of course the monster killed this man, I was upset by this but thought it as a great opportunity to steal some supplies and some clothes. For a while now the clothes I wore did not fit me completely and I needed some that fits. So I threw something behind the monster to distract it, I ran in and stole the clothes and ran away.

This is my story, or well the beginning of my story as it has only really begun.

What are your characters ambitions?: To survive and learn what type of person he is

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

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

I made him this way so that my life isn’t “set out” and that I can have a more flexible way to deal with roleplay situations in the future and so that he can grow as much as I can get him to.

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?

Well this would depend on if I have coin or not, so I shall give you two responses.

Response One:

I see this Dwarf selling his wares to those who are around him. I wander over to the shop keep and browse their wares and converse with the person, being as friendly as I could be. If there is something there that I would want to buy and I can afford it, I would buy that and give a tip to the shopkeep. If there isn’t something there I wanted, I would buy something cheap but pay over the price of what it is.

Response Two:

seeing this Dwarf, and having a similar problem of little to no coin I would wander over and offer the shopkeep my help, if they would accept I would do what I could to help them. Be it advertise the shop to even going out and collecting some supplies to re-stock, I would be more than glad to help them in their ambitions.

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?

I would walk into the mix, trying to get in between them. Ask why there is an argument happening, and try to get to the bottom of it. If I have the ability to stop it, I would. If it escalates to a fight and they are both willing to fight, I would simply leave the area as no matter what I say nothing would be done. If, say the Dwarf is the victim and doesn’t want to fight I would try my hardest to get in between them and give time for the Dwarf to escape and vice versa.

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 would help the man to his feet, or help him sit down properly. When he is comfortable, I would carry on to pick up all the coins and proceed to put them into a bag of my own. Giving said bag to the old man, so that his coins do not spill. As for his stick, if there was a substitute that I could use for it, I would and make sure it isn’t going to break any time soon. Helping him to his feet and giving him the substitute stick, and follow him to his destination, incase it breaks once more. If there is nothing I could use as a substitute I would help him walk the entire way to his destination.

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- Your biography contains little to no server lore.

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