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Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name: Ionmaster

How old are you?: 13

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: America, Illinois

Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Very much so, I rarely make grammar mistakes, and when I do it is on a word I do not know.

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: HoG, D&DO,LOTRO, Skyrim, DA:O, and D&D.

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

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

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

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: Roleplaying is were you act out a scenario, or act how your character would act, think how your character would.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-Gaming is when you use information from an outside source IG and use it for your interests.

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:Power Gaming is when you make your character un-kill-able. Or when you RP that you take the sword from your hand, and push it into your chest. That is power-gaming.

In-Character Details

Character Name: Alasdil

Character Race: High 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:

[i am using lore that I created, he is from a far away place that was destroyed, so I beg you not to hate me for this.]

200 years ago, a High Elf was born in the long lost island of Autumn Wood. On this island was a mystical forest that always had an autumn hue to its leaves. This High Elf was born to the family called Al'ilsmir. This High Elf was Alasdil. His family was over-joyed at his birth, and celebrated. His family was cursed with low numbers and he was one of the 10 Al'ilsmir left. His father and Alasdil were not that close, but had love for one another. He stayed with his mother more than his father for the first 10 years of his life.

His mother Illiana was kind, thoughtful, and loved to read stories. Alasdil took after his mother in many ways, and gained her great love of nature and the hidden love of the other races. One day his mother told him of the other races, not the way his father or his other relatives would talk about them. She talked about their ups and downs, but always in a loving light. The race she talked about most kindly was the Dwarves, Humans, and the Kharajyr.

After his 20th year, training with weapons started. He was adept at the magic arts, and trained under his grandmother Yasla for 35 years, then when his training ended, he trained under his Uncle Ulvath for swords-play for 10 years, but what he loved the most was training in the ways of the bow. His mother trained him in the ways of the bow for 45 years. At this point, his friendship with his mother could never end until his father found out about her opinions on the other races.

They fought and screamed at one another. Until Alasdir came in and stopped his father from hurting her any further. He said this and only this: "Leave her alone!" He screamed at his father. "Punish me if you must, but leave her alone!" He screamed again. His father now looked quite angry, he looked as if he was going to draw out his sword and kill his disobedient son. "You dare threaten your father..." He bellowed menacingly, "Fine, I will punish you, but it will be your banishment from this family and this island!" He screamed.

Alasdir ran out of that building so fast, that he did not get to take everything. All he took was a bow, a sword, and 50 coppers. He never saw the island again after that, and never heard of it again. As he sailed away from his home, he looked back and saw it disappear as if it was never there. As the day turned into night, he only had dreams of his mother, and his long lost island. He saw land several weeks after that, and landed on this beautiful land.

What are your characters ambitions?: He is kind, and wishes to show that not all High Elves are self centered. He is generous, and will give to help people, but when money is offered he will not refuse, one does need to eat!

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

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: He will try to negotiate out of almost every situation, but will fight when needed. He likes peace more than violence. He has blonde hair from the magically charged area of Autumn Wood Island.

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?

"Come here, come all to Galind's gears!" Shouted the poor dwarf. Alasdir walked up to the stall, seeing that he was quite poor, and looked at what he had. "How much for this... spoon?" He asked. "10 coppers lord High Elf." He responded. "Do you not think that over-priced?" He questioned. "Nay,that is how much I got it for, and it is the only one I have." He said sadly. "Ah then, I will buy it for 20 copper." He announces as he gives the money to Galind. "Thank you High Elf!" He said with glee. "No need to thank me, just trying to help." He said as he walked off without the spoon.

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?

Alasdil hides in the bushes, hearing the orc and the dwarf fighting. From his frame of hearing, this is what he hears the orc yell about: "Give me the money dwarf, or you will be even shorter than before!" The orc said while holding his axe. "I'm sorry! I do not have the money! Please, PLEASE let me go!" The Dwarf cried. "Enough dwarf, you had your time, now it is time for you do die!" shouted the orc. "Gods no!" screamed the dwarf. This is when Alasdil sprang into action, quickly crippling the orc's arms with two well aimed arrows. The orc screamed in pain as one last arrow quickly sent him to the never-ending sleep of death. The orc was now dead, and the cowering Dwarf looked up at his saviour, and thanked him. "Thank you High Elf, thank you so much!" He said with great happiness. "No need, but here." He motioned towards the dead orc. "He might have some money that would be of use to you." The dwarf nodded and looted the orc. As Alasdil walked away, a cry of joy came from the dwarf as he was holding a magical stone. "Thank you High Elf!"

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?:

As he walks into Malinor, he sees a old human fall with the breaking of his staff. Alasdil comes running to his aid. "Are you alright old one?" He asked as he helped the old man get up. "Yes... Yes I think I am." He said as he looked at the broken staff with sadness. The old man sighed as he got up. "That staff was in my family for generations, and I never thought it would die today..." he wandered. Alasdil takes some money out of his pouch and gives it to the old man. "Here, this will be enough to buy a good firm staff. "Thank you High Elf." he said as he went to the market to get a new staff. Alasdil looked to the ground, to find 10 gold coins! "Old one, you forgot your coins!" he shouted. The old man looked back and shouted "Keep them, for it is worth as much as your kindness!" Alasdil smiled, and put the coins in his pouch.

[everblue2er101 906]

Your application has been...

Denied.

Need to post on the Minecraft Forums before you can be accepted.

The Power-Emoting definition can be refined and added to. Add a Meta-Gaming example. You can find more info on the forums and wiki, but make sure to use your own words.

I appreciate the creativity of the bio, but your character must come from either Aegis or Asulon. There is no 'Autumn Wood' in the Lord of the Craft. You cannot apply as having any knowledge of magic.

There are no 'coppers' as you suggest in the first ORQ, the currency of Asulon is minas.

Extreme powergaming in the second ORQ, killing the Orc so easily. There should also be no 'magical stone' without much more explanation as to what it is.

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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