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Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name:ForgetheHuntsman

How old are you?:15

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:USA Eastern Time

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?:Yes

How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:Youtube, other friends, your website

Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/74420-forgethehuntsmans-2nd-application/page__p__610086__fromsearch__1#entry610086

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/! :

Definitions

In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:Roleplaying is when an individual changes thier personality to fit anothers role.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:Meta gaming is when your roleplaying, and are using your outside knowledge in game with others.

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:Power-emoting (aka God-emoting) is the when a player forces the result of one's action on another character. For example: Bob steals gold for Jim.

In-Character Details

Character Name:Eredor

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:My name is Eredor. From the second I arose from my

mother from the humid afternoon they knew I was a they’re child. My father was an

Initiate in his early days. He would make arrests on trespassers. I thought it was an

amazing job. My mother is our housekeeper, and loved to read. She also collects

them, she nearly has an entire bookshelf. My other relatives come from Seventis and

Rienna. I grew up as an only child in Elandriel. But visited the other children in my

town daily. And his favorite part was going to see grandfather. He would tell his

stories from Aegis, and crossing over to Asulon. He would also tell the most exciting,

stomach wrenching stories from far away lands of Asulon. Stories of Orcs, and Dwarven

cities, and dragons. He loved to hear him talk about drakes and dragons. There was

The Guardian Velketzar. He was the first born of the brood. There was also The

Matriarch Xandraza. He also told me about a race that was much like our own but

younger. They were called the Humans. They didn’t have pointed ears like he did.

They had pinkish skin and lived in South East kingdoms of the Holy Oren Empire. He

gave him gifts and opportunities to become very successful in life. But at that time

Eredor was just a small boy. Eredor's older brothers taught him the art of self defence

and hand-to-hand combat. His grandfather last gift was a bow. Far better quality than

he had ever seen. Eredor was stunned. That same week his grandfather had passed

away. He had to get himself together. He had sat around his house for nearly three

months.

Pushing forward with life, he had developed patience from hunting deer and rabbits.

He had big hobby, which was gathering furs from animals. With the time and effort he

put into hunting he became the best sharpshooter in his village. He was a hero. He

has learned from his mother that if he puts effort into anything he will become

successful. But Eredor as a hunter he is, wanted to see more than he has now.

Waking up every morning and greeting the same friendly villager, sitting down to

dinner with his mother and father. Out there, there is a place where I can find a job,

settle down, and do what my father does every day. He was more eager to leave than

anything.

The next ten years Eredor has left his homeland wandering the major cities of Asulon.

He had gotten his first job as an assistant for a merchant in Seventis. He eventually

got to sell his own pelts. Eredor had no idea of how well he was at skinning animals.

He had to sell them in order to keep moving on. He was not the most enthusiastic

about his job but he was getting paid. Now with a full pocket of mina he spent mostly

on better supplies and food he was ready, yet again to explore some more. He has

now yet decided who he "really" is. A wanderer or a settler? Off there in the distance

he sees his new home and a new lifestyle. Heading down the path he can’t wait

another second. This is my story...

What are your characters ambitions?:He hopes in finding a better

life. He is an explorer. A job, and a place to settle down.

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

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

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 a new

comer Eredor is always on his toes. Trying not to make much eye contact with anyone

him proceeds down the street. Some of the civilians bump into him and point fingers.

Children are chasing each other in the street and laughing. “Seems like a nice place”,

he tries to tell himself. Suddenly a man speaks directly to me.

“Aye you look like your not from around here,” the man says.

Hesitantly, I start towards the man. He very short. Must be a dwarf. His shirt is

slightly torn and look like he might need something.

“Looks like your not either”, I argue.

“Its a business laddie”, he chuckles. “I am a wanderer.”

He’s a pleseant and peaceful dwarf. Hopefully I might be able to strike a deal with him.

Woah, those prices are high. Hopefully I can ease my way out of this.

“How bout that bow on your back?” “I have some buyers from the eastern part of

Malinor that will pay a cart load out mina.”

“This was handed down from generation to generation, and is now in my possesion.”

“No, I am not willing to sell it.”

“I see,” the dwarf says. “Very well then, see anything you like?”

A freshly cooked porkchop catches my eye. Cooked almost perfectly. The black around

the edges makes me hungry. I haven’t eaten in a solid eighteen hours.

“How much for the pork?”

“Five minas.”

“Deal.”

He grabs the pork from the counter below and wraps it in some sort of bandage. I take

it and slip it into my pack. Should keep me going to another day or so.

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?Peeking through the

bushes two figures catch my eye. Two very obscure shapes. Its a dwarf and a very

large orc. It looks like theres something on the ground, its mina. Lots of it too. I can

barely make out what they’re saying.

“I didn’t do anything!” The dwarf cries.

He absolutely terified. This looks very dangerous. If theres only one orc on the Oren

road at night, shouldn’t there be others? I’ve got to do something quick.

“No please!” “I’m just a lonely old dwarf!”

The orc violently pushes the dwarf backward. Desprately trying to escape the orcs

rage, The dwarf starts to retreat backwards. Quickly I pull my bow from aside and load

the first arrow. Standing in the street, gripping the bows curved structure the arrow

goes flying straight in the temple of the orcs head. His lifeless body drops to the

ground in a thump. That was when the dwarf thanked me.

“Thank you, you have to know that he was going to kill me, right here in this street!”

“Not a problem, I have dealed with these kinds of situations before.”

“Your safe now, tis late go home and get some rest.”

I give him the bag of minas he had dropped previously.

“No, please keep it.” “You have earned my trust.”

Hesitantly I took the bag, even though it was his property. But its good to see that

people are noticing me and its good to travel with some backup mina.

“Aye.”

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?:On the road of Malinor I pass some nearby Elves. They take respect of me and I respect them. It’s like a bonding. Same familiar features as from the nation I grew up in, Elandriel. The same building styles, shops, merchant, settlers, and new comers. Walking along I spot a man. A very elderly man, it looks like he hasn’t had any sleep in days. Pants are torn and creased. Trembling and trying to stay balanced. Then his cane that he uses to walk with snaps! Racing over to help him, I see that he is now on the ground. Panic settles in.

“Are you alright sir? That was some fall.”

“Yes, thank you laddie I’m alright. Just not as structurely sound as I used to be.”

I put an arm around his shoulder and help him to an upright position. The poor man thinks he can try to walk again. I reach out my hand signaling that he should not go alone.

“I think your going to need some help getting home without that cane.”

“Yes please do.”

I once again put my arm around his shoulder and we start to walk down the street.

“My name is Eredor.”

“Ulrick, pleased to meet you.”

“What brings you to the Elven nation of Malinor, Ulrick?”

He laughs, “I live here.”

From there on we each arranged stories, Some of my grandfather and my past relatives, and my passion for skinning animals. Ulrick is a fisherman, and loved making beer. Then he told me stories that were very disturbing.

“I was one of the last of my family to escape from Aegis. The undead came.”

I was shocked when I heard he was friends with Blundermore! The man who pieced together the map from each nation. Stories say that he wanted to get as far away from Aegis as possible.

“My other family members decided that they were staying because they thought it would get better. That the undead would go away.”

The rest of the walk home was silent.

When I reached his home he gave me something.

It was a small bag filled with items, not very heavy. It was mina

“I won’t last much longer, my body is at its limit. I bet you can’t wait until your eight-hundred years old!”

Then he was gone.

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