Ztb_00's 2nd application.

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Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name: Ztb_00

How old are you?: 14

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Est/Canada

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

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:Yes, I have played Lotro and many other servers that contain the RP substance.

Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:Yes, I have read all the rules and reviewed them.

How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:Well, I am a huge Lord of the Rings fan, and when I was on another RP server I heard others talking about it. I always wished for a LOTR based server. My wishes came true.

Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/72648-ztb-00s-application/page__p__591122__fromsearch__1#entry591122

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/! : Will do.

Definitions

In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: To act as a Character that you are not. To play a character in a Fantasy world and act as if he/she is actually living. For example:

Your character is doing a quest about killing a dragon. But the dragon does not exist. The best thing to do to fit in with the RP is to say, "Lets go kill this terrible beast!" Not, "This thing doesn't even exist why bother bro?"

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:Meta-gaming is when your RP character does something that does not fit the Role Playing concept. If they magically know something that they aren't supposed to know, that's a form of Meta-Gaming.

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:It means to force another character to do something that the other person has no chance at putting up a chance.

In-Character Details

Character Name:Zan-Locko

Character Race: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 grew up as a young elf brought into a small family. We lived in a nice large oak tree next to a old forgotten road. We rarely saw many visitors. Some were men of great posture who roamed around to seek for things they had yet to decide. Some were dwarves. Searching for new caves to explore and gain riches. And some were fellow elves, who we stopped on their way and invited them in for some nice talk on the outside world. I knew nothing. I only heard the mutters of some stories of wars and death. I was still young. I had very wavy blonde hair and bright green eyes. My ears were very pointy that sometimes, I thought I could cut myself with them. I was very small, not average for my blood line.

We loved having elves come visit us. For we never got to hear much of what happened on the outside "World". But what we hated most, was the terrible sound of coming Orc squads. We would hide and attempt to make our house look like a normal tree. It was quite easy. The Orcs' feet stomping on the ground could be heard from miles away, or as it seemed. Time carried on as morning became night and night became day. Until one day my fortune would change.

On a nice summer day when the sun was about to set, my family heard the constant stomp of feet. By the speed of the stomps, we came to a conclusion that they were Orcs. We took down all our decorations and made our nice tree house look like a normal plain oak tree. When the orcs arrived it was nearly mid night. The orcs wished to rest for all of them were getting tired and hungry. So when they spotted our tree, they said, "That's a fine looking tree there!" They decided to camp in front of our tree. But the orcs wanted some fire to roast their nice dinner, a couple of poor deer. So they looked at our tree and realized that there were loads of branches not so high of the ground. So they grabbed a hatchet and cut off a branch. It just so happened that branch was hollow and held a couple of clay plates. The orcs realized right away that there was something in the tree. So my father grabbed some food and wrapped it up. He took hold of his rusty stone sword and handed it to me. He prepared me for a journey and opened the back hatch for me. I was very emotional. This was the last time I would see my pale skinned father. With nice brown hair and hazel eyes. And my mother, with blonde hair and bright green eyes. It almost looked as if her eyes were emeralds. I let one tear drop fall until I jumped out the back hatch. Then I began my journey to who knows where. That was the last day I saw my parents.

What are your characters ambitions?:To become a good bowsman, To avenge my family, To one day meet someone to fall in love with.

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

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:I am a very emotional elf...

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?Zan-Locko slowly walks to the dwarfs stall. Zan-locko then asks, "What might you be selling today, Master Dwarf?" The dwarf shows him a fine nice elven bow. Zan-Locko face turns to a confused face. "How did you get this elven bow, Master Dwarf?" asks Zan-Locko. "Does it really matter, its for a good price, only 50 minas!" replies the dwarf. Zan-Locko looks at his bow and looks at the other bow. He says, "I'm fine, but thank you Master Dwarf." As Zan-Locko walks away the dwarf quickly yells, "40 Minas!" Zan-Locko turns right around and says, "Deal!"

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?Zan-Locko quickly ducks behind a large oak tree as he hears the angry shouts of a Orc. "Give me your Minas, you fool!" yells the Orc. The dwarf took some time to comprehend the words that came out of the Orc's mouth. The dwarf replies in a worried voice, "I don't have any Minas on me!" The Orc shouts a reply, "Well, I need Minas I don't care who from but if I don't get my Minas I'd be glad to chop that tiny head off!" The Dwarf trembles with fear. "But, if you give me some Minas, your free to go!" yells the Orc. At that the Orc picks up his ax and gets ready to skewer the poor Dwarf. Zan-Locko quickly gets up and unbuckles his Minas bag. He then yells, "Stop!" The Orc lowers his ax and turns his head. Zan-locko hands the Orc the Minas and at that the Orc bolts away. Zan-locko can hear the Orc yell, "Don't tell anyone about this, Or I myself will kill you 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?:Zan-Locko quickly rushes up to the poor old man. He looks at the man for awhile before he picks him up. He then has a nice conversation with the man. Zan-locko often asked, "How are you?" but the man was in too much pain to reply. So Zan-Locko sat the man on a log nearby and let him rest. Zan-Locko quickly runs to the bag of Minas and thinks of what he could do. Zan-Locko had no need to rob a poor man of his Minas. So, he quickly took his Minas out of his bag and stored it into his pockets. Zan-locko then picked up all the Minas on the ground and put it into his Minas bag. He then returns to the man who was still holding his back in pain. Zan-Locko placed the bag in front of the man and then looked about for something that the man could use for a walking stick. Zan-Locko noticed a large oak tree with a small but sturdy branch. Zan-locko knew what he had to do, even though he hated killing nature. So Zan-locko cut the branch down and took out his knife. He sat down beside the man and began to carve a hand made walking stick.

[mmat 7460]

- Your biography does not contain any server lore.

- Orcs are not common thieves after minas as you portray it as in your second open response question, they are honourable and will fight for their nation and their personal honour.

Correct these errors and try again in 24 hours.

[mmat 7460]

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