Crafter's Application

[Glaran 1]

Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name: Crafterofgenius

How old are you?: 16

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT/USA

Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes

Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Of course

How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: A YouTuber a few months ago

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/! : Yes

Definitions

In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Going out of your own person to act as a fictional character with your imagination.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Using things outside of the game to change the in-game situation.

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Being blinded and helpless to your own actions.

In-Character Details

Character Name: Glaran Underwood

Character Race: Mountain Dwarf

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: A younger dwarf whom has spent his past 12 years roaming the mountains at the edge of Asulon.Finally finding his way towards the civilization he ran from long ago when his parents passed on from a forest fire that caught on to their small hut at the base of a mountain.At the age of 32 in human years he is happy to meet anyone new or keep himself busy with a task given by another,willing to make friends and even more willing to make people smile.

With his stout body and rough skin he can handle gathering resources in harsh areas for hours at a time if need be,beard cut short due to his hatred of grooming dirt and the like out of it,and a blue dyed leather clothing set from years back,slight protection on the head but its grown dull.

What are your characters ambitions?: To open a shop of his own one day that he self supplies.

Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: http://imgur.com/3ZORd

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: No

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?

Glaran strolls over to the stand and greets the dwarf with a how-do-you-do.The shop-keeper explains whats he's selling uninterested in chatting obviously."15 Minas for each item here" the shopkeep says.Glaran looks at the worn down tools and poor quality materials,unaware hes slowly shaking his head."Is there something WRONG with my products sir?"The dwarf irritatedly asks."Oh,no-no,sorry I just remembered I'm short of money at the moment and I'm not sure I can afford more than one of these...fine...items.I'll take the stone axe over in the corner please.".The dwarven shopkeeper looks surprised he has an actual customer and hands over the axe swiftly,enjoying the clack of the money as it drops into his hands."Have a fine day now."Glaran says with a smile and turns around walking off without even a glance back at the poor dwarf.But glancing down at the axe he knows he made a poor purchase .

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? Glaran see's the Orc draw closer to the significantly smaller dwarf and rushes the Orc,knocking him to the ground after a struggle."Run!"Glaran says to the frightened dwarf with gritted teeth.Looking back to the Orc realizing what hes done and that the Orcs now filled with bloodlust for him and him alone.Glaran quickly gets off the rather large Orc and backs off slowly."Now now we don't want to do anything that we might regret." Glaran explains,his throat closing up from stress.The other dwarf is long gone by now so he knows he's alone with this brute.The Orc looked at him with almost red eyes it seemed but slowly backed up from him grasping his leg.The Orc then spoke some hate speak in the Orcish language at Glaran.Slowly realizing he should've been attacked by now,Glaran notices the Orc is grasping his leg because he displaced a bone in his leg from the nasty fall they both took.Quickly turning around to flee Glaran dashes off away from the danger he would face without a weapon.

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?: Glaran looks with shock as the man quivers on the ground,completely ignoring the Minas spilled across the ground."Sir are you alright,might I ask?" Reaching down to pick the man up to lean onto his shoulder.The old man coughs and sputters out some dust and nods slowly as though hes half asleep and just woke up.Pointing to the shining ground where the Minas spilled"Alright I'll take you home and clean these up for you don't you worry." The man points from his hip down the street at a nearby small house after the Minas were picked up and placed into the bag attached to the mans pants.As they walk together slowly Glaran realizes the old man is slowing down as they go on so he gets a stronger grip on the man and picks up the pace to the house.Opening the door the man shoves Glaran off of him."Thank you kind sir." The man says in a frail voice."It was no problem." Glaran states and turns to leave,but before he can fully turn the man grasps Glarans arm and dumps some of the pouches contents into his hand."Why thank you,really." Glaran says with shock.The man nods again and goes inside silently.

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