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Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name:arfavero1

How old are you?:13

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:Central Time

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

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:Yes

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

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

Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:No

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/! :Yes

Definitions

In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:Roleplay is, in general, creating a story and acting it out in game. Role playing is taking a character you made up, and eventually becoming him or her in a game. you live through the character's thoughts and feelings. it usually includes pretending to be races from a certain mythology.In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:Meta-gaming is using outside sources, such as cheat books, wikis, online articles, or the internet in general to strategize for in game dungeons, battles, and play-through. it can also be used to search what items you can find in game or cheat in general.In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:power emoting, or peer gaming, is the act of making an action agains another player in game with out them knowing, such as "player A kills Player B" or "Steal X Gold from player 5" and is disliked on LOTC.

In-Character Details

Character Name:Tanriz Nathfluod

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:He was born in the city of Oren. From a young age he strived to become an adventurer. For ten years he trained under his father, who was in fact an adventurer. From the young age of four he started his work on building up his strength, dexterity, and will power to keep on fighting when times get tough. At the age of six his father decided to teach him in the art of swordsmanship and archery. He was given a small wooden sword carved from a mighty oak tree. His bow was from the bark of a large redwood tree. He fought through many hardships to get a full knowledge of swordsmanship and archery. To achieve this he even went on several adventures with his father to the far reaches of the kingdom. This, however, was the best part of his early life. For the true hardships came in his teenage years.

On his thirteenth birthday Tanriz was given his first iron sword, which encouraged him to aid his father on many adventures to all reaches of the kingdom. For three years he ventured out to the kingdom of the Dwarves with his father on missions of deadly proportions. There was one horrible day in particular where on their way back home, they were swarmed by evil cultists. Five of them came out of the hills hurling knives and black magic. In sheer seconds Tanriz's father fell to the ground with several holes clear through his torso. Tanriz had no time to stall or weep for his father, for the Cultists had turned on him. In a period of rage and adrenaline he charged at the Cultists one by one, beheading them, gutting them, and ripping them to pieces. He thought this to be the end of his troubles, but on his arrival home he found his family nowhere. His mother and younger sister were nowhere to be found. He searched everywhere he could think of, asking complete strangers if they had any knowledge of where his mother and sister were. He was filled with complete sadness, because today he lost his family. He now had an ambition, to make sure no atrocity such as this one was to happen within his knowledge. Rolling into adulthood, he started his intense training to become the best swordsman in the City of Oren.

He stayed in the home where he was raised, venturing out every day to gather provisions, luxuries, and to kill anyone in his way. He would venture out into territory of Orcs challenging all he encountered, and every time destroying them with hardly any injuries. He became and adventurer better than his father. His only wish in the world was that his family could be here to witness his amazing achievements. If there was any way he could get his family back, he would not waste any time doing so. He was willing to risk anything for a glimpse of his mother and sister. But there was no way of him seeing them. He accepted this and stayed with his normal routine. To this day he still does just this, venturing out, and defeating countless enemies.

Tanriz Nathfluod is a twenty-three year old man who resides in the city of Oren. He is roughly six feet tall and has long, straight, dark-brown hair. He is a very muscular man with a short brown beard. He enjoys spending his free time adventuring and reading lore. He has one blue eye and one yellow. He wears light clothes and no shoes, leaving him with many scars on his feet which he mostly disregards.

What are your characters ambitions?:He strives to be an amazing adventurer, to help the less fortunate, and stand up against evil in the world.

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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 would like to buy a sword from you good man. I trust you to be an excellent blacksmith. I feel this sort of aura reverberating through your blood. I wish to stay at peace with you and aid you in your life goals."

The dwarf leads me into the back of his shop, were a large collection of finely made swords lay, each glimmering in metallic beauty. There are swords of sapphires, bronze, steel and gold. The are longswords and short-swords, hook-swords and daggers. Each one is beautiful and a puzzled feeling washes over me as I cannot choose. I look over swords of adamantine, emerald and iron.

I come to the conclusion that I should buy an iron longsword. Finding a good one, I pick it up and inspect it. Strong, firm, and sharp, it was perfect.

I ask the price.

A wonderful bargain of a price is offered to me. Glad about the reasonable price, I hand him my Minas in pay.

"Good day," i say as i leave the shop and continue 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? The sight of this battle angers me, and I step up to them, and knowing orcs are not good at reasoning, I put my hand on the sheath of my sword and glare into his eyes.

"Sir, I will not accept such violence. Stop attacking this dwarf now or prepare to fight me."

Apperently he chooses fight, for after screaming "skating Hooman!" he runs with a blow aimed at my head and eyes fixed on mine.

Not hesitating and using the advantage of my preparation, I draw my sword and block his bow with my sword. A loud "CLANG" sounds as his fist meets the iron of my longsword. He draws back, rubbing his fist and muttering orcish cusses.

Looking up, he surrenders angrily and lets me and the dwarf go. I feel smug but do not smirk for knowledge that he will attack me again on seeing a bragging face. Looking at the dwarf I say,

"that was idiocy for you in the first place, to not simply leave as he began to threaten. you were lucky I was here or right now you would be a pancake of blood and guts."

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?: Before anything, I ask if this man is ok.

"Sir, are you hurt? that looked like a and fall and at your age it could have hurt you. Do you need a new cane?"

His weary smile tells me he is ok, and I help him up. afterwards, I peer down at the glinting green coins. I see the bag is ripped and I have nothing to put them in.

I know I can help him in one way though. Leading him, I find a good strong branch.

"that will suffice."

As we return to the spot, I see all his coins are gone. I feel like an idiot as I apologize sincerely. He hems mad but forgives me.

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