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[RacistAsianDude 1]

Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name:

RacistAsianDude

How old are you?:

13

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:

Time Zone: -6:00 GMT Country: USA

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

Yes, but I'm chinese. Also, I am NOT racist.

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:

Yes, HoG.

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

Yerp, most of them are standards dto RP rules.

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

Chat on HoG chat.

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

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In your own words, define what the Role Playing is:

RolePlaying: Playing as if you are your own character: A separate life.

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

Using outside info, or stuff you aren't supposed to know, and use them. Mostly info.

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

Giving yourself a overpowered or weird power, like maybe eating chicken will give the power to slay a person with one hit.

In-Character Details

Character Name:

Racasdu

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:

Thwing!

My jubilant cry was cut down by an elderly voice.

"Racasdu, Racasdu, you must shoot more precise than that!" My uncle, Aelfric, chastised me. He had been training me for years, and I had finally felt good enough to show him. I was disappointed. He broke out in a racking cough.

"Hur, hur, hagh! Hur, HUIRG! Ra-Racasdu... I'm going to die soon, no doubt about should that! You are 13 years old, you should be able to care for yourself!"

"Uncle! Don't say such things!" My face was stricken with worry, as he caressed my face. I knew that he was looking at my dark brown hair, almost black, then sliding across my face, with it's tannish complexion. As his eyes filled with tears, I stared at him, willing myself not to cry. I could see my unusual golden eyes staring back at me, from the reflection in his eye. He was my only relative, as he had adopted me, when I was merely a babe.

As he looked in my eyes now, I could see them fluttering, I gently laid him back on his bed, and sat by him. He looked contented.

I sat with him through the rest of the night, and he finally passed in the morning. I kept my grief to myself, as we had no neighbors. I buried him behind our house, under his favorite birch, and stepped away. I willed myself to look east, where I would start my journey...

What are your characters ambitions?:

TO adventure and have fun, which was what his grandpa wanted. Also, to kill any evil, as he had been taught from when he was a toddler, to keep the goodness of people in mind.

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

I attached it, if its okay.

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?

"My dwarf, what is the trouble you are facing? I might buy your wares..." I fished out a few minas,and payed him. He raised his arm in deference, as if he didn't want the money. "You don't understand, I want to GIVE you the money, bless you, I must be on my way."

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?

"Sirs! Does this cause for violence? I should think not!" I stepped toward them, and as they stared dumbfounded at this elf who disrupte their fight, I brained them both on the head. "You should be ashamed! Both of you! Both, citizens, fighting on the road? Now, apologize!" They muttered sorry, and I continued on my 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 defenceless man. What does your character do?:

I helped the man into a sitting position, give him a bottle of water, and pick up his coins, and put them back in the bag. When he awakes, I gave him the bag, and a stick to replace the one that broke."Are you okay? Do you need me to accompany you?" He shook his head, muttered a thanks, and shuffled off.

[Skippy 2466]

You need to expand on your role-play definition, and your biography. Also, your skin didn't show up. Please remember to post your application on the Minecraft Forums next time, too.

Reapply in 24 hours.

[Skippy 2466]

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