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Out-Of-Character Details

Alternate Minecraft Account Name: Crippledbacon

Already Accepted Minecraft Account Name:kyleinator

How old are you?:15 years old.

In-Character Details

Character Name:Ibar'Elsiol

Character Race:High 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: Ibar Elsiol is a young high elf in his mid 30's, Ibar was born into the wealthy and dignified family of Elsiol along with his twin brother Barbu. Barbu and Ibar although slightly similiar in appearance were very different people thus why their names are Ibar-White and Barbu-Black. Ibar has always been a scholarly child, taking after his mother the most always striving to learn more his brother Barbu however took after their father whom was a grand warrior whilst Barbu honed in on his fighting skills, Ibar studied all he could find.

As Ibar became older and older he grew apart from his brother both in appearance and relationship, Ibar had become scrawny and frail although considerably more intelligent than his brother whilst Barbu became strong and buff. Soon Ibar began to strive for more, the libraries of Haelun'Or held no more for his mind, he hungered for knowledge so one night for the first time in his life, he stepped outside Haelun'Or with a bag on his back and a pocketful of dreams, without alerting anyone he set off. Ibar first visited Malinor where he met numerous Elven scholars and studied their libraries, Ibar was truly happy. Although Ibars prosperity would not last long, he was soon robbed, he was left with nothing but his scraggy old white robes. Ibar was left alone, no maps, no food and not a minas to his name. Ibar eventually found haven in a small settlement in the wilds, after a couple of days Ibar got back on his feet with some food and a fairly old map, he continued travelling for years to come only stopping in one place for days at a time, his lifestyle became nomadic almost. Eventually Ibar began to become homesick and decided he would make his way back to Haelun'Or.

What are your characters ambitions?:Ibar hopes to become a high elven scholar or a diplomat of some sorts.

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Open-Response-Questions

Anwser at least two of the below questions 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?

The scraggy old dwarf waves over the passing Elf, he grins as the elf approaches, his rotten teeth showing. “G-Good evening 'sir'?” he says as he looks at the man confused “If you could call yourself a sir, that is..” he mutters beneath his breath. “Would 'yer care 'ter buy some lov'erly dwarven wares? A fine elf such as 'yerself sould not be 'su bland!”. Ibar looks down at the man unimpressed by his attempts to sell the scraggy wares, Ibar looks at the man confused again as he attempts to deciper the muffled noises coming from within the mans beard. “How much..?” Ibar asks, hoping that it was the question intended.” 'Twenter minas 'fer dis fine neck'o'lass” he exclaims with a grin hidden beneath his scraggy ginger beard. Ibar begins to dig through his pockets and produces a pouch he begins rifling through the pouch he eventually presents the man with 20 small glimmering coins. The dwarf hands Ibar the necklace, upon closer inspection Ibar notices the chain links are rusted nd the gold is covered with numerous stains. Ibar walks off far beyond the man before he drops the necklace at his side and mutters “Dwarven craftsmanship...”.

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? Ibar nonchalantly strolls down the road as he whistles an old tune his mother used to sing him, as he continues down the road some shouting can be heard in the distance “Dir'eh 'Uruk what'chu 'gun do choke 'mer with 'yer big green 'ands 'eh? 'ow can 'ya even use 'dem big stubbeh fingers!” The Orc stares at the man with his fists clenched behind him, his nostrils flaring like that of a bulls the orc opens his motuh and roars “Mi well teer 'dat beerd frum lats chin and pud id duwn latz thruut!” as he makes a wild grab for the dwarf, the dwarf backs away just in time and then chuckles madly, saliva spraying across the road. The Orc makes another grab for the man he misses yet again, this time the dwarf grabs his battleaxe ready for the next blow. Ibar approaches the two apprehensively he mtuters to himself beneath his breath in a muffled tone “By Haelun, if I get decapitated this will be the last time I help the lesser races!” he approaches the two and grabs their attention with a whistle. “Now, now you two ther is no need to be argueing, what seems to be the problem?”. The Orc with tears welling in his eyes points to the dwarf and says “Dis 'stowt were 'makin fun of 'mer skin colour!” the dwarf grins madly his hands still on his battleaxe he turns to the orc “'An so what if 'ah did Greeneh! 'Eh whatchu 'gun do 'klomp' meh 'tu death? Ah'd like to see 'dat!”

the orc turns to the dwarf angrily his fist clenched he leans forward in an angry jerk. Ibar yells “Oi!” right before the Orc hits the dwarf, Ibar mutters to himself, “Did I just say 'Oi'?, Oh my I'm practically butchering my vocabulary with each passing moment...” he turns to the two again “Alright here is what's going to happen “You” he says as he points to the dwarf “go that way” he proclaims with an assertive tone. The dwarf looks to him and grips his battleaxe even tighter and says “And 'wh 're 'ya going 'ter do if I 'dunt Elfie?!” Ibar looks down to the dwarf and says “Fine then if you feel like starting a war go ahead because if you lay a hand on me, those in Haelun'Or will find out and will not be very happy with you at all...” the dwarf glares at Ibar “'Yer win 'dis time Elfie lad, 'bu if I catch 'yer backtalking 'meh again I'll be coming 'fer 'yer!” the dwarf lets go of his battleace and turns he stomps down the road his footsteps thumping against the stone. The Orc turns to Ibar and says “Lats 'ib 'ukay twiggie, 'su I 'wunt klomp latz.. 'dis time..” the orc turns and walks the other direction. Ibar lets out a sigh of relief and grabs his neck “Alright everythings still stuck together, good...”

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