Toxzero's 2nd App [Draeren]

[Cat Evocation 3728]

Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name:

Toxzero

How old are you?:

Fifteen

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:

EST / United states

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

Yes, I do have a good grip on English grammar and the English Language.

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:

I have played in a "Fallout: New Vegas" Minecraft Roleplay Server.

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

Yes, I have read, Understand, and agree to the server rules.

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

A good friend of mine, His IGN is " Crazycaleb24 "

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

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/73742-toxzeros-application/

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 roleplaying is:

Roleplaying is a step into new shoes, the act of being free, And a way to escape the pounder of life.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:

Meta-gaming is using knowledge your character wouldn't otherwise know to his/her advantage, frowned upon by others in a roleplaying community.

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:

Power-emoting is when you do things not otherwise possible for your character to do and making it very one sided not letting the other person have any advantages, Also as well frowned upon by roleplaying communities.

In-Character Details

Character Name:

Vaclav Pascal

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:

Vaclav Pascal grew up as a young and Intelligent boy, He learned how to

Hunt and fish from his Father, How to sow and fletch from his Mother,

and how to take care of himself in the wild. In his younger years he

spent most of his time growing up in the northern regions of

Asulon, in the wilderness. His father Hunted food for the table and did

side jobs out in the markets of Salvus. His mother spent most of her time

At home, fletching arrows for her husban. Vaclavs father, Darin Pascal

secretly Practiced Alchemy, Having a great library in his study, Vaclav

would sometimes wander around, reading his studies. By the time Vaclav

was a fine and fine grown man, 23 Years of age, Around Six feet tall, Vaclav

He asked his father about his studies, and his father knowing hes a

man now, Explained his secrets. After two years of studying with his

old father, His father passed away at the age of 51, By now Vaclav is

25. His mother passed away a week after from a broken heart. Leaving

Vaclav alone, He studied while mourned over the death of his parents.

Vaclav had his goals set, Being the best alchemist alive, and learning

all the secrets Asulon holds..

Four years after his parents death, Vaclav decided it was time

to leave his home, knowing he cannot stay here forever, He packs his

ruck with the important studies and books his father wrote. After a day

of preparing, He walked outside, and set his parents home ablaze, Burning

His memories and the secrets of his father, turning them to ashes among the

winds of Asulon. Vaclav Traveled around Asulon with little Minas and

his fathers ruck, All he mostly cared about was learning and understanding

the secrets of Asulon. One day in the cold winters of Asulon, Vaclav

was walking the woodlands of Northern Asulon. He came across a small

pup, A wolf. The pup was bleeding, As if it was left for dead from

another pack. Vaclav picked up this pup and raised it to be a loyal,

great wolf Named Arkon. Now at the age of 27, Six feet, Seven inches tall,

A great beard and long hair, Vaclav travels Asulon looking for assistance

with his mastery of the art of Alchemy.

What are your characters ambitions?:

To become wealthy in the knowledge of Asulon.

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

http://i1310.photobucket.com/albums/s641/Thebian_The_Dragon_slayer/2012-10-29_191624.png

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:

Likes: Learning, Experimenting. Dislikes: Conversing with strangers, Hot Weather.

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 was walking upon the great gates of the mighty city of Arethor, I noticed through the thick crowd, A small voice. " Wares for sale! Come and buy! Discounts! ", As the tone rang through my ears, I shuffled my way through the crowd and found myself standing over a dwarf, With his stand of wares. As I was about to open my mouth to make a statement, The shopkeeper opened his first. " Aye, Look here everyone! This here is a good man! He gets 50 Minas off! ". The Dwarf seemed to pause for a moment, Shortly The Dwarf presents his assortment of items and oddities for sale, I look them all over, and after much thought, begin to eye his Emblem. I looked down again and quickly grasped my words, " Aye, Ye' have a good set eer lad, But I be eyein yer Emblem.. How much? ", The dwarf picked the emblem off the shelf, " Oi, This one? Yes, This is the emblem you're looking for? " As he acknowledged my choice, I nodded. " Yes, That is what I wish to buy, good sir ". The dwarf put it on the table, and as if he was wandering through his mind, He looked up, and began to speak once more, " This here will be 500 Minas lad! ". I untied my leather pouch off my belt, And opened it, I had exactly 500 Minas, After some thought to myself, I closed the bag and decided what I needed to say. " Aye, Lad, I'm Sorry, But I don't have the money, But I'll tell my lad's about your shop ". The dwarf looked down, I felt I bit of shame, But It was the only bit of Minas on me. As I walked away from the stand I entered the crowd of people, And started to spread the word of the dwarfs shop, "Aye, Lad's, Theres a great shop over there! He has quite the best goods in all the lands, But for low prices! ". As I was spreading the word around, the crowd started to shift in front of the dwarfs shop, In the mix of Confusion and excitement, he stumbled around to present his goods. I walked away, Into the heart of Arethor, Back to my journey looking for assistance.

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?

After watching the violent scene from some time, I attempt to swing around, perhaps catch a path going in the same direction, but from this. In the attempt to get around, The orc saw me, Breaking his sights from the dwarf, He got away in the woods along the path. The orc, forgetting about the drawf, Steps forward in front of me, Opening his wide mouth in a suddle tone, " What d' Ye' Want Human! Cant you see I be dealing With This Dra- " He cuts his awkward sentence off, Turning around in hurry. " What is this!? Where did he go! ". The orc angrily turned back at me. " Look what Ye' done ya fool! I lost him! Your next! ". As I realised that I have made a mistake, The orc raised his weapon, A large Iron battle axe, Stained from last victims, possibly people such as myself. As he swung the large axe, I was already on the ground, away from the strike. I shuffled to my feet and started to take off into the forest. My breath seemed heavier than his axe, Each step grew quicker, and soon I could not hear his ranting any longer. I turned around to hear grunts of the orc, Seems that he might have been stuck in the thick foliage that dresses the lands of Asulon. As I thought I was in the clear, I suddenly dropped my success. Looking around my environment, I was lost in the woods, A step back from my goal, And attempted to make my way back to the Oren road. By the time I reached the road, The sun was already rising, For I had been lost for a good five hours. I signed and walked my way onwards.

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?:

I see an old man ahead of me on the road I'm traveling Towards Malinor. I was originally Heading for Malinor to ask a local shop owner about an alchemist I wished to talk to about furthering my education. As I come up towards the weak man for Directions, I heard a large "CRACK!", And before I knew it, the old man was on the ground! I was in shock and confusion. Aimlessly I looked around to see if anyone was around. As My eyes were browsing the emptiness of the road, It caught the broken bag on the ground, with a bounty of Minas spilled over. I rushed over the old man, Checking if he was okay, I looked over and saw him breathing, I opened my mouth in fear, " S-sir! Are you alright! You took quite the fall there! ". The old man did not respond. but just moaned as if he was in his death bed. I scooped the Minas into my palm, Feeling the cold of the coins, I shoved them back into his torn bag. The situation looked grim, But I had just realised from my experimenting back in Arthor, I had made a potion that was said to cure most illness, And pain. I took out the bottle, Cold from the travels, and Wiped off the Plug on top of the bottle, And Poured it slowly into the old mans mouth. I waited awhile for him to respond, He suddenly opened his eyes, Like he just woken up to see he was young one more. " W- What happened to me, young man? ". Looking at the old man, I was puzzled on what to tell him, I wished to keep my alchemy a secret, But I did not wish to lie. I decided out of my armoury of words what to say, " Aye, Sir. You fell over, But you seem fine now. It was not quite the fall. Also, Your bags torn. ". The old man leaned up alittle, and saw his bag. He covered the hole with his palm and shuffled a bit to his feet. I aided him as he attempted to rise once more, I looked at him Kindly, " Aye, Sir. You can have my walking stick. I don't need it anymore, You need it more than I do ". As I said these words, I was already unpacking my ruck, Shuffling through my father's books, I pulled out a decent sized metal stick, Which was folded, A neat invention I picked up from a tinker in Arethor. I gave the old man he stick, and He smiled at me with his kind words, " Thank you young man ". I looked at him back with a great smile. " Aye sir, You have a great day ". And with my words fallen from my lips, I set off for Malinor.

[Zezimus 1523]

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