Bloodofgore's character application

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Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name:bloodofgore

How old are you?:13

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:Western, America

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

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:I role played allot in WoW, other than that, no.

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

How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:Youtube video

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 I have.

Definitions

In your own words, define what the act of role playing is:To pretend to be someone you are not. All your emotions, habits, basically anything about your life is gone and you are now this person.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:To role play and knowing what is going to happen when you are not supposed to ahead of time, for example, the dwarves battle strategy to dig underground.

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:To make unfair actions while role playing that is only to your gain. For example, Bob slices Jack's throat.

In-Character Details

Character Name:Lucan

Character Race:Wood 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:

Lucan, born in Malinor in the city of Normandor. He has dark skin, and blonde hair, blue eyes, wears a green cloak, and is a marksmen in archery. He is currently 43 years of age.

Lucan's father, Fintor, ran a shop. The shop barely got any profit whatsoever, usually making 15 minas a day. Barely enough to pay for food. Fintor usually sold items that he found while strolling around the city. Sometimes he would find valuables, most of the time he failed to even find a bit of scrap food. Fintor often was hit by depression, for he didn't live by the Wood Elf way, he felt he was shaming his parents. He lived in Normandor because he was never taught how to survive, for his parents died when Fintor was just a young boy, who walked away from his home to Normandor for survival.

Several years later, Fintor found the love of his life. Her name was Balenieth. She was a brunette Wood Elf. He beautiful hair glistened in the sun as he stared at her. He followed her around, and finally worked up a plan to talk to her without making himself look like a stalker. Fintor Found the path Balenieth was going to, and set up a very thin string, to trip her. When she tripped, Fintor would help pic her up, and hopefully have to walk her back to her house.

Fintor waited till Balenieth came, and watched her trip, Fintor rushed to her, then slowed to a stead pace so he didn't look desperate, he grabbed her hand and helped her up. Balenieth muttered a thank you, then groaned in pain and grabbed her knee.

"My knee is in major pain... May you please help me?" Balenieth says quietly. "My house is that way." Balenieth points North, to a blue door.

"It would be my pleasure, my lady"

Fintor walked Balenieth to her house, and set her down on the couch, and asked if she needed anything to eat or drink? Balenieth was a bit cautious when answering, for this could be the common thief. But she thought most Wood Elves would never betray their own race, and politely asked for some tea. And told Fintor where the tea and cups are.

Fintor quickly brewed up some tea, and handed it to her. As he said his good byes, Balenieth quickly asked Fintor to stay for some tea. Fintor was tempted sigh in relief, but held it back so he didn't look like he was looking for a wife. He poured himself a cup of tea, and sat down in front of Balenieth.

The two of them talked for two hours, then Balenieth had to go to bed. Fintor said his good byes, then left to go back to his house.

(going Forward in time to Balenieth's death)

Fintor and Balenieth made a wonderful couple. They rarely fought, and always agreed on everything. It was as if they had the same mind. They had a son named Lucan, who was currently 14 years old.

During night time, a Human broke into their home. Balenieth, unable to sleep, was up drinking some tea and reading a book when he broke in. He quickly start taking valuables and putting them into his bag. When he heard Balenieth scream in terror. The thief quickly drew his knife, and stabbed Balenieth in the heart. If she didn't die, she was unconscious from the pain and terror. Fintor woke up from the scream, and was rushing down stairs with an arrow knocked into his bow. When he saw the thief, he quickly drew back, and shot the arrow. (I hope this doesn't count as power-emoting) The arrow went right through the thief's skull.

Fintor rushed to Balenieth, and noticed in terror, that she was dead. He cried that night. He cried all night. When it came morning, he arranged a spot for Balenieth to be buried.

(Going forward in time to Fintor's death)

It was a usual morning in Normandor, people crowded around the shops, looking for food to eat, weapons to buy, or just looking for anything. Fintor, now in a worsened depressed state since he wife died, he was poor, and was living in an unnatural place. He was doing his usual stroll around town, looking for food scraps, minas, or something valuable to sell. When he finally got all the items he could find, he walked back to his house so he could feed Lucan.

On the way to his house, a guard stopped him, and demanded a fine of 100 micasto be paid, or he shall be killed on the spot. Fintor, enraged by the random fine, asked why he was being fined. The guard said that taking scraps was against the law, and requires a fine to be paid. Fintor explained that other guards helped him find scraps once. But the guard ignored the explanation and demanded it be paid now. Fintor knew he didn't have enough money. And if he tried to run, all the guards would run after him and kill him even if Fintor tried to explain. But he ran, it was the only thing he could do.

The corrupt guard fake being knocked down, and yelled "ASSAULT! Get that beggar!"

Fintor was running for his life to drop the scraps off at his house. While running, Fintor quickly got out a parchment, draws out a knife, and cuts hit finger. Fintor starts writing a message to Lucan with his blood. Lucan finds the bag, and reads the message. Lucan had to then teach himself how to survive in the big world by himself.

What are your characters ambitions?:To have a better life, to become a hero basically.

Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: I will submit it as the layout of the skin, since minecraft.net is being a bully. >:U

Lucan without his hood

Lucan with his hood

Lucan as a child

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character?: Lucan is shy, but very social at the same time, meaning you just have to start the conversation for him, and he will talk for a long time.

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?

Lucan: *walks up to the dwarfs shop* *sees something that he likes* Excuse me, may I buy this golden sword? It's beautiful!

Dwarf: Yes, that will be 100 minas!

Lucan: *hands the dwarf the minas* Thank you.

*The citizens around Lucan see what he bought and start crowding around the Dwarf's shop. The Dwarf, with a grin on his face, starts handing out items and taking money*

*When all of the customers are gone*

Lucan: Hello there Dwarf!

Dwarf: Wha? Who are yo... OH! Hi there! I must thank you for earlier. I made a fortune because of you.

Lucan: *nods* Your welcome. By the way, I didn't catch your name.

Dwarf: Ungrad

Lucan: And I'm Lucan.

Ungrad: Would you like to go out for some mead or ale?

Lucan: Sure! *walks with Ungrad to the Inn*

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?

Lucan: *runs to the dwarfs aid, and pulls out his bow* Stop right there Orc scum!

Orc: Puny weakling! Get out of my way! *stomps on the ground to intimidate Lucan*

Dwarf: Elf, please, there is no need...

Lucan: * interrupts* No no, you are outmatched clearly.

Orc: *Charges, raising his battle axe*

(Considering I win the fight)

Lucan: *Quickly fires an arrow* Stop or die!

Orc: *Dodges the arrow, then swings his battle axe, cutting Lucan in the severely*

Lucan: *Screams in pain* *draws his knife, then starts to attack at the Orc's chest, and manages a couple of wounds*

Orc: *Grunts in pain, then swings his battle axe again*

Lucan: *Dodges the attack, and swings at the legs, making a deep scar in the Orcs shin*

Orc: *Grunts even louder in pain*

Lucan: *takes the chance and moves back and aims his bow at him* Give in or die!

Orc: *Knowing he will die if he gets hit one more time* Fine you weakling little Elf! This isn't over! My clan will hunt you down until the day you die, then we'll have your head on a pike! *Retreats*

Lucan: *looks at the Dwarf* Are you alright?

Dwarf: Yes, I am fine. Those are very amazing skills you got there! *hands Lucan 150 minas* For your troubles. *walks away*

(Sorry if that seemed like a mass of power-emoting, I didn't know any other way of showing attacks)

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 defenseless man. What does your character do?:

Lucan; *helps the old man up* Are you OK sir?

Old Man: Yes, I am fine. *groans* Young man, can you get me another walking stick? I will pay.

Lucan: Yes sir. *Scouts out to find an appropriate stick to carve, when he finds the right one, he starts carving it out, adding some fine details to it. He then returns to the old man, and hands him the stick* Here you are sir. Do you need anything else?

Old Man: No, no. I am fine, here you are, 250 minas. *hands Lucan the minas*

Lucan: Thank you sir, good bye.

Old Man: Good bye.

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