Onyxwaffle's Application

[Onyx 0]

Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name:

onyxwaffle

How old are you?:

18

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:

USA,Ohio

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

I actually plan to minor in English in college ;D

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:

Yes, I played on A’thery’s Ascended Minecraft server.

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

I have read and agree to the rules.

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

My friend DJ told me about it; He is also applying for this server.

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

N.A.

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:

When one role-plays, he/she is expected to act in a manner that is not native to their own. He/she “plays” the “role” of another, and tries to perform actions similar to the person they are trying to “play” as.

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

Meta-gaming can simply be defined as, how the influences of a player’s real life effect the decisions the player makes in-game.

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

Power-emoting is when the actions of player cannot be overpowered by another player; these are sometimes categorized as player commands. Ie. /spawn,/kick,etc.

In-Character Details

Character Name:

Rhorik Knox

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:

Knox is one of the most well-known Architects and Engineers of his time. Knox was orphaned at birth whilst at sea; literally hours after his birth the notorious “Soggy Boot” trade-ship wandered into the worst recorded storm of its time. All passengers aboard the ship died except for Knox and the captain’s hound, Scurvy. Scurvy and Knox where found floating adrift a plank two days after the wreck by a dwarven fishing-ship. Once brought to the shores of a nearby sea town, Scurvy and Knox were abandoned by the fishermen at the local monastery. Knox was adopted by head monk Roger Knox (Rhorik’s last name was adopted from Roger Knox), and raised by him and the fellow monks. The monks poured all of their morals, and goals into young Rhorik, as well as their love of knowledge and innovation. Knox finally left the monastery on his 17th birthday and found work at a coal mine a few villages away from the sea town.

Knox found himself working with a dwarven mining company in the Flutewind Depths cave system. Disturbed by how dirty and dangerous the coal mines where, Knox developed a few enhancements to the tools and equipment used in the mines to ensure the area was safe enough for workers. With production booming, Knox’s work had not gone unnoticed; The Head of the mining operation promoted Knox to a corporate position where he would not have to work in the mines. Knox spent the next 12 years working with the mining company, developing and innovating new means of mining coal. Knox had lived such a prosperous life up to this point that he was ready to retire by the age of thirty. Knox was off to the city to live amongst some of the greatest people of his time. Knox bid farewell to his Co-workers and friends and left for the city overnight.

It took 4 days and 5 nights on horseback to reach the great city of Alras, but the trip was well worth it. Upon his arrival, Knox was greeted by an inn-keeper by the name of Eva Welstred. The two would eventually become friends and lovers. Paralyzed by her beauty and intelligence, Knox made his move and married Eva one month after they met in the city’s chapel. Eva and Knox spent the next 15 years in the city running the inn; Knox puts his passion for innovation to work and at the same time picks up carpentry and design. Knox expands the inn and turns the shabby shack into a summerhouse fit for a king. With business going well, Knox and Eva decide to give the Inn to an Eva’s brother to look after.

They move away from the city and to a lake house about a day’s trip from Alras. Eva and Knox settle down and have a healthy young boy. But with god comes bad; Eva passes away during child-birth, and Knox is left with only this baby boy. He names his son after Eva’s late father, Tucker. During this time of sorrow, Knox neglects his son and blames him for the death of his wife. Tucker was not tended to for 3 days, and eventually starved to death. Realizing that he had let his only son die Knox flees the lake house and retreats to the north to live in solitude in a cabin in the woods. It is here Knox spends the next 30 years rethinking his life and remembering all of the morals the monks taught him. He spends this time designing and redesigning tools for humanity to use to better its future. He spends countless years reading and learning the art of proper Architecture and the use of arcane power as an energy source.He studies plant life and the many races of the world. Knox is now 75, well educated, and financially prepared to share his plans for humanity with the rest of the world.

What are your characters ambitions?:

Knox wishes to develop new technologies that surpass those of any in Arsulon.

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

C:\Users\alex\AppData\Roaming\.minecraft\screenshots\2012-11-14_21.37.26.png

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

No thank you.

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?

“Eh, excuse me… Eh, sir if I could borr-… Could I just have a moment of your ti-… Oh dear, how will I make a living like this?” the dwarf whispered. I watched the dwarf from a bench in the town square struggle to make an honest day’s wages. His Clothes were torn and he was very thin, balding, with bags bellow his eyes, His beard hadn’t been tended to and his overcoat was a ragged torn human-sized over shirt. The soles of his worn leather boots were nonexistent. I got up and walked over to the dwarf’s shanty. “May I see your wares, Dwarf?” I asked. “Oh yes sir, I have uhm… this stone sword, eh, some seeds… I have some flint and tinder.” He said. I could sense the lack of hope in his voice, and I pitied him. “Does any of that spark an interest?” he said looking up at me. “Could I see that bag of seeds?” I said. He handed me the bag, I took it and sifted through them, they were all dead, or stale. I handed the bag back to him. “Perhaps I could trade you this Iron sword and 200 coins for those seeds?” I asked. The dwarf looked at me with wet eyes. “Really?... Eh I mean, yes I think we could work something out.” He said with a weak voice. I set down the iron sword and a bag of coins on the counter. I looked around and yelled behind me ‘On my way!’ I ran from the stall.

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?

“Hail orc, What seems to be the problem?” I asked. “You have no business here human, be gone at once.” Said the orc. “I am just curious, orc, what is it you desire from this little dwarf, perhaps, we could work something out.” The orc looked at me and smiled. “Very well , old man, but I have one question, why would you risk your life for a complete stranger?” he asked. “I think you have me mistaken, orc, I remain neutral in this situation. I seek a solution that will benefit all of us.” I said. The orc looked at me with a slight grin and a gleam in his eyes. “What do you have in mind, old man? I don’t suppose you will buy this man’s life from me will you? That would benefit me and the dwarf, but not you.” He said proudly. “That is where you are wrong, orc, I intend on buying this man’s life, so you both are content; thus in turn, I am happy because nobody is harmed, and we can all move on with our lives.” I said. “You are a strange human, but I see no reason why not.” He looked to the dwarf, “Run along now dwarf, and don’t let me catch you out here again; next time there may not be a foolish human here to save your hide.” I gave the orc 50 coins and we all went on our way.

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 defenseless man. What does your character do?:

“Are you alright sir?!” I exclaimed. “You took quite the spill, is anything broken?” “No” the old man said softly to me; he lay there still on the ground looking at me, then at his Coins skewed across the ground. “Well go on already, take advantage of an old broken man, you and I both know you will, but please just leave me enough for me to buy some bread later.” He said. I could hear the weakness in his voice, as if he were going to cry. “Wait here.” I said; and with that I went over to a tree and snapped a limb off. “Take this,” I handed him the branch and helped him onto his feet. “I know that I will soon be in your condition, I am older than I look, and when that day comes, I can only hope that somebody would do the same for me as I did for you.” I said. I went over to the coins and started picking them up and putting them in a small leather pouch. I then preceded to hand the man the leather pouch. “There you are sir; I threw a few extra coins in there so that you could buy a proper walking stick.” I said. “Farewell kind soul!” the man said with glazed eyes, “I will never forget this.” “Good day sir, and keep an eye on where you’re walking.” I said with a smile as I walked away.

[Hylian the Heretic 233]

Denied. You really have a quite good app, but a few things need to be fixed.

-The skin link doesn't work. Try uploading to imgur and posting the link.

-Your power-emoting definition has the general idea, but could be better.

-Lastly, your bio needs to include server lore. Fix these three things and reapply in 24 hours :)

[Hylian the Heretic 233]

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