Akel Foresight Application

[Akely 2]

Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name: Aekely

How old are you?: 17 years old

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:United States of America

Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: My first language is English, so yes I do.

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes, I have. I use to go on a roleplaying server once before. However, the quality of people on there began to....downgrade, and I decided to leave.

Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes I have.How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I have a friend who showed me this server at first, then I wen't a little in depth on my own accord and decided to investigate the server some more.

Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: I have not made any previous applications at all.

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: Creating a character of sorts with similar traits to your own. You then play the roles of the character that you have created. You separate your personal beliefs of your own and instead, take on of the characteristics of your character.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is the act of using outside actions that go over the limits or rules that is set by the game.

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: When power emoting, you are stripping away all power or choice of another person being power-emoting against. For instance, saying that "*Unknown, has struck player B and inflicts a mortal wound." This is the act of power emoting.

In-Character Details

Character Name:Akel Forsight

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:

To see this world, it's adventures, it's inhabitants....all of the world of Asulon, is my destiny. As far as I can remember, in my days of a child, all I would do is climb every tree, run in every field or jump into any puddle I could. This is of course of the description that my Grandmother has given me of myself. You see, from the age of 5 I was raised by my Grandparents. I don't really recall much about my parents, except for the fact that they seemed to be adventurers such as myself.

My parents were so called "traveling merchants." They went around the world of Asulon buying wares from nations and trading them to different nations on their wagon. They apparently loved traveling to and from different nations. I can remember the smile and total glee on their faces after they have encountered something extravagant and new to their eyes. From what I've heard, I was conceived on one of their best adventu- I mean traveling routes, on a shimmering lake on a night in which the sky was so clear that the stars reflected on the water as shimmering diamonds. I wish to find this location one day and share the sight with a lover of my own. However before we get of trail let me continue. They took me with them on their journeys time and again. Every journey was etched into my memory and I still remember them to this very day. These Journeys however...were cut short on that nightmarish day.

It was a long Journey and we we're heading to my Grandparents in Arethor to rest and restock before we settled out again. As we were crossing through a forest, my father started feeling uneasy for an odd reason. However, we continued through the forest. The sun was beginning to set and it started to get dark. It was difficult to maneuver through the forest however just ahead we saw an opening leading out of the forest, but then, we were ambushed. I couldn't get a good view at all seeing how everything had gone so fast. It was very blurry...I recall my father drawing his sword out of his sheath then the sudden sound of clashing metal. My mother was pulling me out of the wagon and I remember her saying these exact words...She was talking extremely fast and sounded terrified yet still filled with strength.

"Now Akel, do you remember how I used to race you across the plains Oren? We're going to do this now except this time we're racing to Arethor. No matter what you hear, what you feel, if you're scared, or even if you are about to faint due to exhaustion, or...even if I fall behind, you must not stop until you reach Grandma's alright? Ready? Set? Go!"

As soon as she said go, I felt the wind flowing through my hair whipping at my face. Never have I felt so thrilled and scared at the same time. I felt as if I were a leaf in a hurricane. My heart was beating so heavily and loudly that it felt like it was about to burst through my chest and run along side of me. I heard my mother's feet pounding on the trail right next to me. I could hear her light breathing in the wind. This comforting sound was interrupted by a horrible scream coming from the wagon...I dared not to think of my father and continued running. The sounds of my mother's breathing refocused me on the "race". However this comforting sound was once again interrupted by the sounds of wizzing noises going by the sides of my head. They were long and we're shining in the moonlight and seemed to sail through the air. I soon learned that these were arrows and that we were in danger. My mother voice was encouraging me to run yet every second, it seemed to decrease in volume overtime. I simply thought that I was going too far ahead and began to slow down. She suddenly scolded me telling me to keep running as fast as I can until her sentence was cut short, and all I heard was a thump.

I no longer heard my mother's footsteps beside me. This caused me to shed hot tears of anger, sadness, and overall confusion over the whole situation, Yet, I lived to my mother's word and continued to run all the way to Arethor. I never knew how I had the endurance to run so far for my age..I guess the thrill just kept me going. The fact that I was in possible danger fueled my ambition and was in an odd way satisfying. As I reached my Grandparent's house my heart felt ready to give in. I bust through the door nearly screaming the events that had just happened. My grandmother ran to the door and was asking a flurry of questions. I was panting and heaving responses back to my best ability. I suppose she got somewhat of what I was talking about, because she put on her jacket and ran out the door toward the authorities.

I remember waking up in the morning with my grandfather next to the bed looking over me. I remember him saying something about my parents not being found. I didn't really have much of a response. I just accepted the fact that I probably wouldn't see them for a long time. Such a young age to lose your parents in such a traumatic event, hm? After this, my grandfather started giving me basics in swordplay. He was a retired..."Emureald Knight" I believe? I can't remember the name, I just know that he was well respected among the towns folk. He said that I learned quick and that it seemed I had a natural talent. I do remember play-fighting with my father with sticks on our travels when I was younger. Time passed and I became an errand boy around Arethor and lived with my grand parents.

I began to grow weary of this and started to crave the thrill of adventures once again. I wanted to travel the world of Asulon just as I did with my parents once before. So at the age of 17 I decided to leave the safe haven of my Grandparents home. They were saddened by my leaving, however they knew that they couldn't keep the crave of adventure away from me forever. My parent's blood do pump through my veins I suppose. They wished me the best of luck and prayed for my safety.

This began my adventure in the world of Asulon...

What are your characters ambitions?: His main ambition is to explore every inch of the land, sail the extensive seas and see with his own two eyes every iota of Asulon. In his travels, he wishes to see the lands and places that he has seen with his parents, and discover new ones as well.

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

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: He is 17 years old, and he's tactful when dealing with people. Akel is literate and has many years of swordplay under his belt.

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? As I am walking through Arethor, I see a dwarven shopkeeper trying to sell his wares. He seems not to be doing so well. I feel quite sorry for the poor fellow and decide to take a look at his items. They seem to be extremely overpriced and I am in no need for any of these items. However he seems so desperate to sell something. I decided to buy a small knife from him. It seems to be used for skinning and cleaning. This may actually be useful while I'm on my travels around Asulon. As I handed him the minas, his eyes lighted with happiness and honestly, I felt good for my decision. I then continued on my way out of Arethor with a good heart and mind set. I'm sure my parents would be proud of me.

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 was late at night and I seemed to have stumbled upon a quarrel with and a young Orc and a Dwarf. I quickly jump into the brush knowing this may become deadly and second now. I wouldn't want to be in the way of an angry Orc. However, I couldn't just leave the dwarf to be pummeled into a pulp. I began to clench my sheath. My heart begins to race and the thrill of the moment began to overcome me. After a moment of thinking, I emerge out of the brush to confront the Orc and the Dwarf. I seemed to have drawn the attention to me. Still having a hand on my sheath, I begin to ask questions to see if there is any way I can help. The Orc yells at me telling me to leave before I get hurt. The thought of what an orc would do to me almost made me tremble, however, I stood my ground and continued to draw the attention towards me. This seems to have angered the Orc once again because he drew out his axe before me. Feeling the tension growing, I begin to draw my sword still heading my grandfather's words. "You may only use your weapon to help others and protect yourself. Use it wisely, and it will never fail. Keep calm, and you will always come to victory." It was a stare down...the tension felt like it was about to break any second now. I finally broke the silence and yelled at the dwarf, "Run! Keep to the brush and stay out of sight." As the dwarf fled, the young orc charged at me at full speed. I suddenly came to the full realization, that I was about to duel with an orc, and my life was on the line.

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?: On my way to the Elven nation of Malinor, I crossed paths with an elderly man. I have been walking for a long time and was about to ask him how far along was Malinor. I wanted to know to see if I should set up camp soon or continue on for it was getting late. Just as I am about to ask, his walking stick snaps in two and he stumbles down onto the ground. I quickly ran to the old man and asked him if he was alright. He seemed to be alright, just a bit shocked. He felt along his belt for an odd reason as if looking for something. I noticed that there was a bag full of minas split open on the ground. There was enough there to possibly feed me for weeks to come. There must be dwarven blood in me because I was tempted to just take the money and continue on my way. However, I remembered the good deeds of my parents and how we always helped those who were struggling on our journeys. I picked up the bag and all the minas sprawled out on the ground and handed them back to the old man. He gave what seemed to be a sigh of relief. I helped him up off the ground and found a much sturdier stick in the forest to replace his other one. I asked if he needed assistance getting to where he needed to go. He respectfully declined and thanked me once again. We continued on our ways and said our farewells. Yet in the midst of all the action....I forgot to ask him how far away Malinor was!

[Queen of Aegis 174]

Things you need to improve on:

- you can expand on the metagaming defenition

- Killed parents is overused, but the bio was really fun to read and well written.

- Your ORQ's lack dialog, it would be great if you included that

If you need any help or have any questions feel free to pm me

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~BoomBox~

[Queen of Aegis 174]

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