[Denied][Fixed Code] Amicus Adrianne-Character Application-1St Time-Wood Elf

[Amicus Adrianne 0]

Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name:Lil_Jonny_365

How old are you?: I am 13 years old, now before you go stereotyping, I am a very

mature 13 year old. I'm not like "Oh man Nicki Minaj so cool" I in fact hate today's music. I hope you understand what I'm trying to say, because I get a lot of stereotyping when I tell people I'm 13. Usually Roleplaying communities understand it better, the fact that all kids aren't stupid.

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: I reside in the United States, Eastern Time Zone

Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: No, I only speak Arabian. Of course I am joking.

I have an A in Language class. I do well on most writing assignments, although commas are usually my bane.

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Indeed. A different roleplaying server by the name of Dire World.

Recently they have been inactive, I've been looking for a new place to chill. If I am accepted I will probably be on about an hour at least each week.

Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes sir/ma'am

How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Googling and looking for roleplaying servers

Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: Never applied before.

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 I have not, but I'll do that now! Okay it's set up.

Definitions

In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is when you assume a role of a specific character, and go into a virtual world. You act like this character would act,

think like this character would think, and (<---OXFORD COMMA<---) talk like this character would talk. Essentially you leave your life and go into a new one. This can be done through games, skype, messaging boards, it doesn't have to be in a 3D space like minecraft, it can be just through text.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is when OOC you know something your character doesn't know, but you

choose to let your character know too. For example: if this guy named Bob is walking around the world and sees in Global chat (That is, of course if LotC runs on the local/global chat system) "Haha just assassinated King _____" Bob doesn't know, only Joe does. Joe is the guy on his computer, Bob is the man walking around Asulon.

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: I have never heard the term power-emoting. BUT.

I would guess this is the same as power gaming. I don't want to look up power-emoting because that would be cheating. Power gaming [emoting] is when you force acts upon others without waiting for their okay. For example:

Magic User vs. Sword Weilding Barbarian

MU: *Muttering an Incantation as a fireball spews from his staff, scorching the Barbarian's face off as he throws a dagger into the swordmaster's eye, killing him*

Of course no one would powergame that hard. But the point is, Magic User forced the fireball in his face, not allowing Player 2 to block it or dodge it. The same goes for the dagger, and the killing. You can't just say someone else is dead!

In-Character Details

Character Name: Amicus Adrianne

Character Race: Elf (Subtype Wood 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:

          Ita'istar and Taur'ohtar were a happily married couple, living in the "Big Elven City" as the humans refer to it as. They prospered as they lived in a very Proud looking cottage. One day the couple woke to see Taur'ohtar had a protruding stomach. This of course meant that she was with child. The couple, being into their 400s, (Though by human standards, they looked like they were in their 30s) were not expecting a child. In the first months of pregnancy, they wondered whether they would give the baby to an orphanage. Taur'ohtar, a valiant woman, passionate about anything that she liked, vowed to not give it up. (+1 for avoiding that old orphan cliche!) Ita-istar knew better than to argue with that fiery woman, so he agreed to give it his best, and pour into the child. In the 9th month of Taur-ohtar's pregnancy, she brought forth a child, a baby boy. The day (If we go by today's month's names) the child was born, to be specific, was November the 12. ((11/12/11 is actually when I began my roleplaying career. I was accepted to the Dire World server I mentioned earlier. I always like intertwining real things to stories subtlety.)) As the boy grew slowly each day, he always seemed to have a smile on his face. The couple named him 'Amicus'. Amicus means 'friend' in elvish (elven if it's the skyrim possessive)(Amicus really means friend in latin, but I read something about online translators you said working for Elven speech, I figured this would work)

          The child always had a fancy for animals, knowing they were his friends, but also knowing some were necessary to kill for survival. He had 'Hunter's Blood'. A natural 6th sense, that gave him the senses of a trained hunter. (A fancy way of saying he has tuned hearing, sharp eyesight, and quick instincts) His father always smiled on him, even when he was angry with him. He taught him moral values, and elven values. He knew it was necessary to teach Amicus some form of combat, but not too young. The father needed to know he would use skills for the better, because with a long life if you do bad things, you will plague the land for a long time.

          When Ita-istar took Amicus to an armory with all kinds of different weapons, the 14 year old child's pale green eyes were fixed on one certain bow during the whole tour. He paid no attention to any other weapons, he had made up his mind from the time he walked in. The bendable stick the boy had his eyes on was a beautiful bow, made from a malleable maple wood, backed with bamboo. It was a sort of recurve (If you don't know what this is, when the bow is strung, the tips face away from you, the limbs curve towards you, and then RECURVE away from you.) There were markings on the stick, they said "Peace, until there exists an aggressor." Ita-istar knew at the end of their tour what Amicus had wanted. It took them 2 hours for the smith to show them all the weapons, as there were many to show. Amicus watched in awe when the smith pulled that bow off of its peg. He was drooling as he saw the man smoothly draw the bow with a cedar arrow in place, and launch it with deadly precision into the worn bullseye of a target. Amicus couldn't help but smile wide. The smith then said, "I can see you like it, but don't expect to be able to score a bullseye easily, that takes much training. I'll let you try if you'd like." Amicus took the bow, nocking a cedar arrow with white fletchings at the specified point on the stinging nettle string. He took an archery form, and put his gloved fingers on the string. He flexed his shoulder muscles and bent the bow, holding his anchor at his jawline. The smith watched in awe at this untrained teen, taking a perfect form, drawing a 65 pound maple bow at full anchor. Then his jaw dropped. As Amicus relaxed his string fingers, the bow bent back to its original position, with an arrow speeding through the air. Amicus' bow hand didn't move a millimeter as an arrow flying faster than any car can go passed over his hand and drove directly through the bullseye and into the wood building. Ita-istar looked at the smith's face, "How much?" The smith took a second to regain his mind and then replied with a hesitant voice, "Uhh.....750 gold pieces." Ita-istar dug through his coin purse thinking to himself, "Well, that's a lot, but... well he's passionate about it. With that shot he deserves it." Amicus' father handed over a burlap sack with a crudely ink mark on it. "250", it said. The smith looked over, "500 more, m'lord" Ita-istar looked over to Amicus, "Son, sprint back home and find the 500 bag." While Ita-istar and the smith had been dealing, Amicus hadn't moved an inch. His jaw was just hanging. He didn't believe he did that shot, it was just too good. Ita-istar put a hand on his shoulder. Amicus jumped, "Oh. 500 bag. Right." He dashed outside and through the crowd with surprising speed even for a runner. Dodging everything in his way he made his way to the cottage. He had acquired the bag and was running back to the armory when he was met unexpectedly in his path by a carrying cart. *CREAK* Amicus had fallen into a large wheat cart. He quickly stood up as the cart was moving, the driver not noticing. He hopped out and ran the last quarter mile to the smith. The pubescent boy heard something about "Nothing like that before" and "Extraordinary" when he walked into the shop. His father took the bag, handing it to the smith. The smith smiled, "Incredible job, boy, you're going places in your long life. Make it good."

           Amicus grew, and at 19, his father took him to the wild. Amicus learned about nature, the ecosystem, how everything was like a city, just without man-made materials. Ita-istar taught him the usefullness of every single thing in the wild. He taught him how to make shelters, and the correct prayer after a successful hunt. In his 34th year in Asulon, he opended up a shop in a small human village, naming it, "The Fiddling Fletcher". This shop sold some archery supplies, and freshly hunted meat, hunted by, none other than Amicus. The shop was run by Amicus and his brother, Venor. It was a small shop, but got good enough business to provide he and his brother to earn a living. At age 39, Amicus bid his brother farewell, and left the village to explore and see what the world had to offer. As he left, his dark, dirty blonde hair, covered his pale green eyes that see through anything. People waved as they watched the tall elven man wearing a tan tunic with leather bracers and boots leave their village. Amicus was a soft, but passionate man. He shed tears as he left that village. He bid his loved ones farewell, and wished them the best.

           Amicus is now 41, exploring the wilds, only now lusting for a woman. He hunts in the woods wearing a dark green cloak, melting into the trees. He has established his own area, and many of the other wild-dwellers know not to come near. He still owns the old maple bow, and only uses the old bow. He wishes to come back to his home, and visit his parents, and go to a new city.

 

(Wow, that was fun to write. Hope you enjoyed that!)

What are your characters ambitions?: Survive. Love a woman for the rest of his long life.

Save anyone that needs saving. To never hurt anyone, but of course, that is a very hard motive to keep clean.

Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:   http://s1339.beta.photobucket.com/user/TradArcher365/media/2013-01-21_214349_zps8737ebd2.png.html

This doesn't match the appearance, but it basically gives you what it looks like. I of course WILL tweak a couple things like hair color and eye color before I get online if I am accepted.

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

Standing about 6'1. He has pale green eyes that stare for thousands of miles. His hair is dirty blonde. He wears a variety of things, but most of the time, it is leather boots and bracers, and a tunic.

 

 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 was strolling through Arethor, on a backroad, when I saw a dwarf with tears in his eyes, calling out to be heard, for people to buy his products.* I felt pity on him, no one seemed to want his crude weapons. I approached the man, putting a hand on his shoulder.

He retaliated asking what business an elf had with him. (This is, of course, assuming the elf-dwarf racism is in play)

I told him that I meant for peace. I suggested that he might not scream wildly for people to buy his weapons. I swiftly took a handful of gold coins from my purse, and silently slipped them into his pack.

The stout hearted dwarf looked up at me with a scared look, for he had a family to feed.

"Here, try something like this." *I walked up to a passerby asking if their blade was in tact* They replied with "No it has cracks an-" I stopped them and asserted that the dwarf in the stand over there could fix that blade up. He looked surprised and ran quickly over to the dwarf.

That short little man sure did have a heart, he started bawling on the scene. I smiled, tossing a coin into his stand, and continuing my stroll.

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 silently approach the duo in their verbal debate* "Gentlemen."

The orc quickly replies with, "You don't have business here, get out of here, pointy eared leaf lover!"

*I take a step back, silencing my anger, I blow a smoke ring out of my foot long mahogany pipe*

*The orc continues to threaten the dwarf, then notices that Amicus is still there* "Get out of here pixie boy!"

*I swiftly move a knuckle into his temple, allowing for an instant K.O.*

The dwarf speaks with a grunting voice, "Thank you, sir! Despite our differences and hatred towards each other. You deserve a coin" *He tosses Amicus a coin*

*Amicus walks farther down the road, and as he sees a beggar he silently puts the coin in his hand*

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?:

*As the stick breaks Amicus catches sight of the bag of Minas falling, he quickly reaches to the falling bag and catches it before the people on the road jump for it.*

*Amicus slips the bag into the man's pack, and goes off the road to a nearby tree. He quickly pulls a heart sapling out of the ground and dulls the ends to make a hearty stick. As he walks back to the fallen man he sits him up, putting the new stick in his hands.*

Amicus then continues on the road without showing the man his face.

 

 

EDIT 1: Fixed Coding Issue

[everblue2er101 906]

Your application has been...

 

Denied.

 

Elven pregnancies last at least 18 months, not 9 as suggested in the bio. There is no 'November 12' in the server, more information on calendars can be found HERE. It's a bit powergamey for your character to have both a 'sixth sense' in hunting and be such an advanced archer. Please add server lore such as places, events or organizations into the bio, which can be found on the forums and wiki.

 

Need to provide a skin screenshot. THIS GUIDE may be a useful reference.

 

Powergaming in the second Open Response Question, by just putting a 'knuckle into his temple' that causes 'an instant K.O'.

 

 

I didn't want to deny this, the amount of detail is extraordinary. But these things are crucial and need to be remedied.

 

Wait at least 24 hours after this post to reapply. If you have any questions feel free to send me a PM.

[everblue2er101 906]

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