[✔] [Accepted] Levairomin[Ma573Rmind]'s Application

[MA573rMiND 0]

Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name: MA573rMiND

How old are you?: 17

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Mountain Time, Canada.

Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: I would say so, considering passing with flying colours in grade 11, and getting all A's so far this year.

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes. I've played on this server on and off for a year, and aside from that, only in comical interactions with my friends, in real-life.

Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes, I have.

How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I don't quite remember, but I believe it was through minecraftforums' server postings, while searching for one on which to play.

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

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/! : No, but will do as soon I submit this one.

In-Character Details

Character Name: My name is Levairomin (pronounced: L-short e-long a-r-long o-m-short i-n, with accent on first or second syllable).

Character Race: And I am a pure-blooded human. Northern I believe.

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: As I've already stated my name is Levairomin, and I am a human. I am 23 years old. Umm... let's see here... Oh yeah, what I look like. Brown hair, dark brown eyes, slightly tanned white skin... Broad shouldered and thin. I am not all that muscular, but I can sure move quick.

As for my history, I come from a small unnamed village where hard work was what we were taught, and pride of our labour was our reward. I grew up there, helping my mother and father with keeping the cattle. I'd go out each morning to milk the cows, feed the chickens, pigs, and pets, then move on to working the wheat field. I didn't enjoy it much, but it really bother me.

But when I turned 15, the king of a nearby land had died. You see, our village had this deal with this place that we'd work hard, give them some of our produce, and visit their markets, in trade for our home land being left alone. But the new king was not so kind. He made new, harsh laws, but the people had no choice but to obey them.

But some people stood up to the tyrannous leader. A secret group of elite warriors was formed, thier goal to counteract the work of the evil king to keep our land peaceful, at any cost. I joined that group, ranking as number 17 amoung the 50 of them, after some training. I made my own swords, and fought side by side with the best men in the country in the wars that followed. I got to know my weapons so well, I knew them better than my own two hands.

Eventually, the wars stopped and our group of peace keepers disbanded. My parents home is still is good shape, despite their crops burned and animals killed. But their alive, and I'm thankful for that. I've moved out. Did so when I was 20, as the custom dictated. I haven't found a wife, but I've been keeping busy. Earning money, as a hunter and forester, living in the bounty of the wilderness.

What are your characters ambitions?: To protect the innocent, and punish the unjust.

Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: And a moving one:skin

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: His origin. I have my own personal lore of my own multiverse, and in one I have my lore of the Darkblade. Which originated from a song about a self-aware sword that kills off all injustice in the world.

Anyhow, my Levairomin is the main character from this personal lore, who eventually (once the sword is created and dark magic is used on it) has his soul transferred to the sword. When this happens, and other magic is used and fails, all but his sense of justice is taken away from him, and he goes from universe to universe, freeing the worlds of injustice through murder. He finds a 'chosen one', the only one powerful enough in each world to contain its power, and possesses them to make them superhuman in strength and ability.

But I would like to point out that this happens only /after/ he becomes the Darkblade. The point at which I've chosen to roleplay him is when he is still in control of himself, and a model citizen.

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?

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? "What is the meaning of the racket, orc? Is there any cause for your anger?" I ask. He turns his head my way, and snarls. "Show, little human. Before I squash you too."

The dwarf shouts in a rather annoyed voice. "He stole me axe! An' he says he ain't be givin' it back 'less I pay 'im all me minas!" The orc, even more angered, looks back at the dwarf. "Shud up!" he roars.

"No. Not until ye be givin' back what be mine!" The orc raises the axe up and over his back, readying for a good swing. "Then I'll shud you up myself."

I've already got my sword drawn, and had been anticipating this moment. Seeing that this is no mere threat, but an actual attempt at murder, I lunge at the large green monster. The axe is on it's way down, grey steel splitting the warm summer air. A flash of blue glistens in the sun, and the next thing either of them knew, the axe had flung freely through the air, and a big green arm, severed at the elbow, was laying in the dirt.

The orc let out a cry of pain, before clamping his free hand over the wound and gritting his teeth.

I tell the monster, "I suggest you get that cut looked at by someone who knows how to deal with those kinds things. Leave it to itself for too long, and you could get infected. Or worse, you could loose all you blood." Angry and in pain, the orc storms off, blood dripping through through his hand from the wound.

"You're welcome," I say as the dwarf goes to pick up his weapon.

"I didn' need any of your help," he says in a prideful tone. Obviously trying to keep his image.

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?: I run toward the man. "Are you okay?" I pick him up, and search for injuries, finding none. He mumbles something, but I can't quite make it out. Something about thanks and grace.

I check my knapsack for any pieces of wood (seeing as how I live in the forest). Miraculously, I have a large stick sitting underneath some chunks of bark I'd collected for making a fire earlier. I give the man the stick, saying "Here. You may use this until you can find a better staff. Also-" I take a couple steps to the left, pointing with an open hand. "-You dropped your money," I say, as I reach over to pick it all up.

"That's... that's my medicine money. Thank you so much, sir. I- I don't know what I would do if I were to loose it," the elderly sir mumbles with a frail voice. I put the coins back into the bag out of which they fell, and put the bag in his hand.

"Would it be alright if I walked with you the rest of your journey?" I say, knowing that a man of such state should not be left on his own in a desolate (and if it is a forested area) and dangerous place.

"Wha-...oh, yes, yes. That'd be wonderful, young man."

And so we walk down the path together, talking about our day, and making ourselves acquainted with each other.

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Pending.

Your application is exceptional, however, you have filled out the Alternate Account application for registered users only. Not the server application, which can be found here.

If you copy and paste everything into the correct application format, and you fill out the additional questions that are not included in the alternate account format, you should be good to go.

Let me know when you have finished doing this.

Pending for 12 hours.

PM me if you need anything at all.

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Accepted.

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