James Marter's Application

[uberninja111 0]

Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name:uberninja111

How old are you?:13

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:U.S.A Eastern Standered Time

Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:Yes I doHave you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:Yes I have played on a few servers, this will be the largest by far.

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

How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:I have heard of you from a lot of people. I have made two other applications for the server.

Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/71081-aedens-application-uberninja111/page__p__570906#entry570906, http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/73816-james-marters-application/page__p__604727#entry604727

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/! :I have

Definitions

In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:Role-playing refers to the changing of one's behaviour to assume a role, either unconsciously to fill a social role, or consciously to act out an adopted role.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:It is the use of out-of-game information or resources to affect one's in-game decisions.

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:Powergaming is an act of forcing the result of one's actions on another character, typically without the other player's consent and not giving the other character a chance to do anything about the emote.

In-Character Details

Character Name:James Marter

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:My life is a very simple one, my family is not made of kings. I am not a very rich man, but I live. I was born in a small village out in the middle of no where. My parents were both great blacksmiths, they could forge anything, that turned out to be their demise. One day, a man came to our village, he brought gold and jewels. He walked up to my parents and asked them if they were the legendary Marters, the best blacksmiths in all the land. My parents eyes went wide, they never knew how far knowledge of them had spread. The man, after pulling out a scroll, began to read. "I have a message from the royal family" he read aloud "You are to make a golden bejeweled statue of the late princess". My parents stared at the man, their eyes rivoted on the pile of gold."How may we do this" they asked "we have never seen the princess, we cannot possibly make a statue of her". The man then spoke "If you refuse I am required to take your first born, he will be kept until you agree to make the statue". I sat there, frozen to the spot. This man, take me from my parents? I couldn't let that happen!I ran quickly to our home and grabbed my bag. I packed in a small dagger, food for three weeks, and a necklace given to me by my mother. I ran of towards the quarry, towards my childhood hiding place. I ducked down into the small tunnel that was home to my tressures. I sat there for what seemed like hours, waiting for the man to leave. After ten hours in the tunnel I snuck out. I crawled up the ledge and looked over it. What I saw was not my village, it was a fiery inferno. The man, after not finding me, refused to let my parents win. He burned down the village and his men slaughtered everyone. I lept up and crept into the village, my face streamed with tears. I found my parents on the footsteps of their blacksmith. Their eyes were gouged out, there hearts torn from their chests. I found a note by the bodies, it said that I was to report to the castle, the royal family wanted to meet me. I threw the note into the flames, it was like the man was taunting me. I doused the flames and buried my parents, setting off soon after should the mysterious man return.

It has been two years since the accident, I am now eighteen years of age. I live in the holy Oren Empire. I have not yet settled down to a home or a family, but instead choose to live my days on the sea. My vessle, The Journey, was robbed and burnt down a moon ago. I am now stuck on land, no ship, no hope for escape. My brown hair is cut short, my clothing that of a soldier or a pirate. My mind is elsewhere, off in mysterious unexplored lands. This is my life, calm and peaceful, like the rolling waves. I fear it may turn into churning typhoons soon, for the mysterious man has just entered the lands.

What are your characters ambitions?:To learn all he can about the world and find the man that murdered his family.

Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: 2012-10-29_18.12.36.png (68.22K)

Number of downloads: 0

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:He loves to sail vast oceans and seas.

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 enter the mighty city of Arethor, I come upon a poor dwarf calling out from a shop door. "Clothes for sale" he yells "Clothes for sale" I stop and look down at the petty rags I have worn since the fire."What sort of clothes you carry my dear man" I ask of the dwarf. "I carry many styles, come inside and take your pick stranger" calls the dwarf. I enter his shop and find it filled with clothes not much better off then mine. "I know they are not much but it is all I have" says the dwarf. I catch a glint from a corner of the room, I walk towards it. My eyes scan the clothes on the table, coming to rest on a red uniform. "I will buy these from you my kind sir" I say to him. "Twenty gold please" he says, I hand him the gold and he smiles "thank you kindly sir, now I have enough money to pay off that loan" he shakes my hand and I set off, my new clothes in hand.

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?As I walk down the Oren road late at night I spot a dwarf and an orc. The orc is standing over the young dwarf, brandishing a knife. I step up and yank the orc away from the man. He lunges at me with his knife and I dodge it. "Run" I yell to the dwarf and he scurries away, I then turn back to the orc ready to fight. I stare as the orc runs away too, confused I run after him.I catch up to him and grab his shoulder. "Don't take me to prison please" he pleads of me. "I am no soldier, and all I wish to know is why you were tormenting that young dwarf" I say to him. "That dwarf killed my brother" the orc said "I was about to get my revenge". Startled by the situation, and remembering my own wrath at the mysterious man, I tell the orc the direction the dwarf had ran off. "Thank you" he said, then he sprinted off in that direction.

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?:What does your character do?: While walking down the road to Malinor I saw a old man. His walking stick frail and weak, his eyes sagged and his wrinkles drooped. As I am about to ask the man if he needs help his walking stick breaks, falling to the ground his bag of coins spills out, their clang resounding in the night. I quickly run to the man, help him to his feet and gather up his coins. I hand them back to him and he stares at me. "Thank you" he says, then he then pulls out a dagger and puts it to my throat. "Give me all of you food" he commands me. I hand him my bag. He pulls the knife from my throat then scurries off. He makes no sound as my knife peirces the back of his head. I grab my bag and leave the dead man behind.

I hope this is the right format, if not please tell me what I am missing. Also the upload system will not allow me to upload my skin again, please do not fail me on this as it is not my fault. If you would please just goto my previous application for this charactor, sorry for the mess up.

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Banned from applying.

Roleplaying definition is copied from Wikipedia.

Meta-Gaming definition is copied from Wikipedia.

Power-Emoting definition is copied from the WoWWiki.

Plagiarism is a serious offense on the Lord of the Craft, and for this reason you are hereby banned from applying for three months.

Banned from applying for three months.

[Wizard 125]

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