Snakeblade's First app

[Snakeblade 5]

Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name: Tom_the_crafta

How old are you?: 15

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: United States Central Time

Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, I have used english my entire life and I am profficient in grammar.

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes, I have played Dungeons and Dragons. I always play either an elf or halfing rogue.

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

How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: From my friends t0ry and swift_assassan.

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/! :

Definitions

In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: role playing means to me acting as though you are somebody else and you can only do things within a character’s ability and only use knowledge that your character would know.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta Gaming means to me the act of someone using or telling outside knowledge while you are in character.

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power Gaming means to the act of making your character too powerful and not letting others react to your actions. For example, killing a player while they are typing a message is considered power gaming.

In-Character Details

Character Name: Lothelador

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:

Growing up in the slums of Arethor was hard. But being an elf made it even harder. When my parents were still around, I ran and played with the human children on the dirty streets. Although every game we played always ended up with me being left out or humiliated for being an elf. I could not stand being an elf; I just wanted to be like the rest. This was just the beginning of my struggles. You see, my father, was not the best of parents. He attempted to cheat people out of money by selling potions that could "cure any illness with only one mouthful!" but were just dirty water and bitter tasting herbs. He himself just thought it would make people worse, if anything. Most people were not as ignorant as he believed but a few did buy it. The little money he made he spent at the tavern getting drunk. Luckily, I almost never came to our dingy shack of a house, but when you did, you definitely didn't want to be anywhere nears him. He made armed bandits look like gentleman. My father gave my mother and me barely enough money to scrape by. My mother was an assistant at a tailor's shop but she wasn't paid nearly enough for all the work she did but she was not educated enough to find a better job.

I was a resourceful kid and started my own business. Collecting scrapes of whatever I could find, I created luck charms. I told the other kids I used "elf magic", which was I lie I thought to convince them, to make the charms give the wearing luck. All the kids in the slum and even a few from the better neighborhood had bought one my "luck charms". Eventually, the truth got out that a poor elf child like me would never know or learn magic. Sadly it was true fact. I had made what I thought was a large fortune, especially for a poor child like myself. But one night, something stirred me from my sleep. I opened my eyes and saw my father was getting ready to go out. He grabbed my money from the grubby jar I kept it in and the last thing he ever said to he was "You need to learn to rely on yourself, never trust others, especially those who are close to you." The door creaked in the wind and a soft silence filled the air. I didn't know if this was a blessing in disguise or a cruel twist of fate. I never saw my father again.

My mother had to take up a second job to support my meager education from a local scribe. He taught me to read and write, something most of the other children couldn't do. Soon this came to an abrupt end. My mother fell sick, I tried to help her best I could but I was a only a young child. She didn't want me to use the little money she had saved up to try a get someone to cure her so I watched her slowly die. Her last words were "Son, I love you. I want you to know if you stay strong and believe in yourself you can, ...can ." I still wonder what she wanted to tell me.

Being on my own I turned to stealing, begging, hoping, and praying for next meal. The city was a cruel and wicked place for a young child. It lacked compassion and love. Sadness filled the air, despair rolled down the streets like endless fog. People were self-centered; everyone was in it for themselves. If you could get ahead put pulling someone back down to poverty than that’s what you would do. No one realized if they would just work together instead of constantly keeping each other down they would have escape their prison. But that was the sad truth; I got ahead but stealing from others. I cheated people out of money. Truth is, honesty and kindness don't pay off in this cruel world. I did what I had to survive. Most days, I went hungry. The days I didn't I may have stolen a crumb of bread or begged for enough to buy a small piece. Strain from the toil of hard city life left my body weak and empty. If not for the old man, I would have never survived. I saw many kids lining up as I dragged myself through the slums. An old man was handing out bread to children. I was deathly ill and hardly managed to keep the bread down. He saw me and said "We better get you food and a bed or you might not make." While he didn't have a lot of money or medicine or beds but he could always give you a warm smile and a loving hug. He was the only one who every cared for the children of slums. He probably cared about them more than their parents, if they had them. Many children lived in his humble home. Eventually, I became better and he sent me on different odd jobs to earn money so he could feed all the other children. I loved the man and would do anything he would ask of me. I spent a long time doing helping the man care for the other children but with my worries about everyday survival not as dire I was able to slowly stockpile enough money and other supplies to escape this wretched city. I did love the old man but I grew tired of doing pointless errands for people. I wanted to do something more. I wanted to do something exciting. Something daring and courageous, like the heroes in the stories than man told. I said "farewell" to the old man. I set out for new lands and adventure.

Stowing aboard a ship I hoped to end up in somewhere near Solace and then I would walk the rest of the way if necessary. I ended it up in unfamiliar land. I suppose the journey took much longer than I expected. If I had stolen just one more thing from the ship I sure they would caught me. I was actually quite surprised they hadn't. Ending up near someplace called "Normandor" according to one of the sailors I overheard. Quickly slipping of the ship I headed into the town. I was amazed at the amount of elves in the city. Back in Arethor, I had seen few other elves, but here there were so many. I realized my money couldn't support me forever; I needed to find a job. I had no knowledge on how use a sword, being a mercenary seemed interesting enough, but listening to orders and fighting for people because someone told me to wasn't what I enjoyed. I preferred being my own master, rather than a mercenary captain telling me what to do. Mining and farming seemed like a boring and toilsome profession. I didn't nearly formal enough education to become an alchemist, Liberian or writer. I could have become a smith's apprentice but that didn't appeal. Hitting metal over and over to try and make something seemed to slow and laborious. I had meet a nice enough seeming elf named Tarven, who worked as a hunter and monster slayer. I saw him quite a few times as I wandered the city looking for work. He offered to tea I learned the art of the bow and the sword. At first, I couldn't hit tree from a short distance out. After spending an age with him I could hit the eye of chicken from 100 feet out. The night became my friend. I grew tired of the wilderness life. The forest was too quiet and calm. I was looking for excitement and adventure. I longed for the city. While I had hated the cruel slums, for a odd reason I wanted to return.

It took a long time, but I eventually made it back to Arethor. I returned to my roots, I stole for a living. Selling stolen goods was more difficult than it seemed. People would often report the items or amount of money that be stolen. I had to sell right away, before the nearby merchants heard about the stolen goods, be very convincing that it was just a coincidence that I happened to be selling one of the items that was reported stolen. This only worked with more common goods such as building materials or food. Most people didn’t believe me so I would either have to find a fence if there was even one in town or move to a new city. I was caught a couple a times sometimes in the act other with the stolen goods, but that is expected. I used my intelligence, skill and deception to always nearly avoid prison. I had even barely escaped on the way to the cell. I pulled a nearby torch off the wall and threw it at their food storage, luckily it caught fire the guards were distracted enough I broke ones grip punched the other and ran. One chased me into the night. I was much more accustomed to the night and was able to evade him eventually. But soon, I wanted something more. I was tired of traveling from city to city stealing or burgling shops. I wanted to have some place to stay, live and work. I wanted be feared, respected, and known. I knew I had to find the elusive master thieves’ guild and prove I was worthy to join. I dream to become the leader. If it even existed, it very well be just a myth and I would be seen as fool chasing ghosts in night.

What are your characters ambitions?: To join the master thieves guild.

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

My current skin is a zealot from starcraft 2 but I'm working on making one for my character.

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: No.

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?

I walk quietly into the city hoping not to attract unnecessary attention. I was coming back from my recent travels abroad to the nearby towns. I often had to change cities when I become wanted or had made a dangerous enemy. I spent most of my time Arethor, I guess because that is where I had grown up. I felt connected. I was walking to my usual vendor. I causally picked up a stray piece of bread from a unguarded bread stall. I passed by a dwarf in dingy clothes. “Sir would you like to buy one of my fine wares?" He asked. I was in no mood to deal with petty salesman as himself. His goods were probably low quality. I only bought from vendors I trusted. Not wayside salesman. I replied "First off I would not like any of your 'fine wares' second they are low quality and obviously not fine."

"But I'm just a poor dwarf trying to make a living in a new city."

"Yeah, well no one ever helped me so you just going to have to going trying to find a new city."

"Fine, just for you I give a special price."

"How much?" I knew insulting a merchants ware could be good way to get them to lower their prices.

"Half price" he wavered.

"I'll take it." I got the provisions I was looking to buy for much lower than I would have got it at my other vendor. With that I headed out to Solace.

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?

I hear a shouting on road up ahead. I decided to warily approach the scene. I notice an Orc seems to be threatening a dwarf. I evaluate the situation. The orc seems to pretty average for an orc, unintelligent, strong, big and not worth my time. The dwarf seemed small compared to other dwarfs and rather weak. He didn't appear to have anything worth much value. I could help him but the risk getting injured is not nearly close enough for me to consider helping for the meager reward I would receive from the dwarf. I simply walk off the path and into the woods keeping eyes on the road and scanning for other dangers I continue to head along my way. I disregard the dwarf and travel through the forest until I thought I was far enough from the orc and step back on to the road. I wonder what happened but then decide it doesn't really matter, it was the dwarfs concern, not mine.

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?:

Reminding me of my childhood, I decide to help the man. I help the man to his feet and return his purse to him. This was quite difficult for me, I usually don't help people, I never give them money but I couldn't bring myself to steal from an old man. I needed to do something about his cane. I had a piece of string in my backpack but I wanted to find a spider so I could make a bow since me other bow had broken. In these parts spiders were hard to come by. I decide to not tell the man about his string. “Do you think you could me with my cane?” he asks. This often happened to me, I really need to get going, the city guard were after me and if I stayed with the man much longer I may get caught but I felt like I can’t live this man in the wilderness. I could have run, I could have taken his money. No one was stopping me. I also feel like I am walking a thin line between good and evil. I feel like I should help others and trust them but that always lead to me getting in great danger. I was always am in this situation. I couldn’t always be selfless, for than I would surely die and everyone would shun me. But neither can I be completely selfish for I would surely end up like my father. I don’t why I help some people and not others. No one ever stopped to help me. I decide this man would have to make a cane himself. He calls after me asking what’s wrong, but I don’t stop. I run till I feel tired than I run harder. Shortly I become too tired to move and make camp on the road. I hope the guards aren’t still following me. I climb up the tree slowly, I wish I could have just made shelter in cave, climbing is so much work when you’re tired. I get high enough then I pass out.

[Dante 206]

Denied.

Overall, your app wasn't that bad and I was quite fond of your character's back story in most aspects.

Firstly, in your biography you need to provide more physical traits for your character. Hair, eyes, skin, and so on. Otherwise, emotions and story were portrayed well, and even though your story is somewhat generic, the depth is sufficient enough to suffice.

Next, sad to say, you can't be a thief. Being a rogue such as what you've described requires a villain application. One may have the aspirations to be a thief, but without filling in another, more complex application you may not steal another's belongings.

Finally, just take note of your grammar. It isn't horrid, but I could see it working a lot more smoothly if you took the time to analyze individual bits more.

Please wait 24 hours before re-applying.

[Dante 206]

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