[✔] [Denied]Theflyingpen's Revised Application

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Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name: Theflyingpen

How old are you?: 19

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: -5:00 GMT, United States of America

Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: I am well spoken and have always been proficient in my only language.

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:  Among four years of real life roleplay from Dungeons and Dragons, Vampries of the Masquerade, assorted other LARP's I am currently an Admin on "Crafthammer" another RP server based off of the Warhammer lore.

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

How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I have seen it's posts and finally decided to read through the lore, which I have to say very much impressed me, after Johnny_steele encouraged me to apply onto your server.

Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:
http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/80291-theflyingpens-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/! : yes

 

Definitions

In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is very similar to act, you have entered a new world where either very much to none of our modern rules and understandings.  We engage in this foreign world in a similar fashion to act, fully living out the lives of the character we have created to represent ourselves and use to explore, learn, experience, and discover aspects and encounters in this new world.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is the use of in character information gotten through out of character means in character.  The best way would be to cite an example that I had first hand experienced on Crafthammer.  After being cursed by chaos (the true evil of the world) my character's mind and actions had begun to feel changed, almost as if forced.  My change happened atop a floating island above the lava of the nether with no solid land within sight.  Another player had checked my character's description and used the information in character, claiming that he knew I had become a daemon (although I had no physical change or interactions to suggest that I indeed was) and tried to have me executed immediately.

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: power-emoting, or Power gaming as I know it, is the force of actions upon another players without given a fair chance to react, respond, or otherwise fight back.  An execution where a man is tied and unable to move while his executioner swing his axe downwards to deliver a killing blow is not power emoting, however the emote *swings his hammer, knocking Johnathan to the ground unable to remain conscious  would be an example of the evil, dirty act, known as power gaming

 

In-Character Details

Character Name: Valmir Aundae

Character Race: High-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:

 

 

Valmir's mother was born to a young high-elven maiden of platinum hair named Erranil who kept her mind pure and always locked in her studies, determined to make great advances in her studies of alchemy and the theory and practice of magic.  Altough she was beset by her difficulties in practicing magic and abilities she only worked harder when her attempts to use magic failed and backfired she would only return to her studies with more determination than before.  This drive to learn lead to her to press herself into the late hours of the night in study, waking up early, exhausted, and quickly rushing to practice what she had studdied the night before.  Her peers were critical of her studies in a desire to help but she was more stuborn than most and saw the best way to discover the abilities and new extents of magic was to find it herself after her initial instruction, while she slowly came into mastery it was a long and difficult process.

 

His father, Darian, was a craftsman of fine jewlery who had gained his craft through the studies under other jewlers who had learned the trade, although to no ease of wallet as his teachers had always taken their prime teachings as fit for prime payment.  Darian had worked as a guard after finding that his passion lied in finding and creating a new, beautiful form of fighting to fully include the finesse and alacrity which he had possessed.  Darian had seen it fit that in order to fight well enough to stand as an example of his race that he must look his best when fighting, always holding a sword with an extravagent handle guard and pommel.  His father had often tried to stay out of magic as he had seen many homes catch ablaze and mages be returned to their homes after breaking their bones in attempts to channel magical energy.  However after seeing his secret techniques he had been developing with his closest friend Aldaril being practiced in the street, while Aldaril was claimed the creator and benefactor of what had truly been Darian's doing, Darian had deciceded to put away his sword for good and begun his training as a jewler, always somewhat upset that his work had been stolen by a lazy fool.  Yet he was glad to know his work was seen and appreciated.

 

One day while Darian wondered the streets looking for insipration for a lockette for a young couple by the nearby library, a woman carrying a towering stack of books, journals, and charts had come rushing around the corner crashing into the unsuspecting man.  The tower of research had come crashing down around the pair, in good mannerism Darian helped gather the books when his hand met a young woman's, that hand had belonged to none other than Erranil.  They had both looked up and caught each other's gaze.  "I appologise for the mess miss, allow me to help you." Darian had insisted, however he was met with a terse "No need to appologise, it was my fault."  The woman quickly collected her things and entered the library, for some reason Darian could not free his mind of her so he followed the young sorceress into the library and begun to speak to her.  At first her responses were short, often nothing more than a yes or no until the topic of her studies came up, "If you need a test subject I could assist you by being one."  Erranil had never practiced magic on a living being besides herself, yet a stranger had offered to risk himself for her advancement.  She was somewhat touched that a stranger would trust their lives in her hands, especially considering she had a very long series of drastic failures.  It seemed to the observers and those who saw a stranger let Erranil practice her magic on him a connection grow between the two of them in the moments that Erranil had cast her spell and had actually succeded.

 

Several years later Erranil gave birth to pale highelf of accented Platinum hair, his name was Valmir.  Valmir was an odd child, often playing more rough than other children and often told his parents his dream of forging his own armor and warhammer and charging into battle.  Valmir had an estranged relationship with his parents in his youth as he naturally wanted to be more emotional and sparratic than most, however after years and years of forced study his desires began to subside and his studies took on more priority around the age of 30.  His life became dull and uneventful to him as days melded into weeks, into months, and into years.  Fastforward to the age of 110 Valmir was walking home from his studies in the forest for him to better focus when he saw what was his home ignited as a fire blew out the windows and begun to set the house on fire.  What seemed like eternity to the young elf happened in only mere minutes as friends and neighbors came running to to fight the fire.  before long the fire was extinguished, however it had been discovered that Valmir's mother had tried to cast a spell she had been long speaking of, though before it seemed impossible to the family Erranil was content to try.  Whatever she had attempted had gone horribly wrong, destroying the home, her research, and even herself and her loving husband Darian.  While Valmir may have been old enough to live independantly he was very much distraught by the scene and had finally discovered his goals in life, to perfect his studies, To discover something unknown to all in lands far away from home, to find something that could replace the lost family as his feelings ate away at him from the inside, and to one day recreate and perfect the spell that his mother had tried to create.

 

Valmir is now 135 years old as he tries to complete his studies alone in the Haelun'or College, attending lectures on sciences, literature, and the arts, although he does try to listen in on the discussions of the other elves who practice and speak their magic, hoping to gain some insight into the proper methods of furthering his education, he often is seen practicing his martial skills at the end of the day to stay in shape and reflect after a long day of study.  He wears darkgreen robes which drape around his body as he ties his long, thick hair up in golden ties.  One of his favorite features of his body is his light blue eyes, which he believes is his most redeeming factor as well as a constant reminder of the mother he once had.  He may try to keep his hair around his ears it always falls back into place.  

 

While Valmir may try to reflect and stay in control at all times his more emotional nature occasionally gets the best of him, often in situations where he would find his own self worth and value in question.  It can be said that Valmir may occasionally come of as prideful, but not to the extent of a fault; that is to say in his own eyes.  Valmir wants to expand on his education more than anything else, perhaps as a continuation to his parents or as a sign of memory and loss.  Sometimes Valmir considers looking for love, but he can be often timid when in a situation where someone seems to return feelings towards him.  To Valmir he would be happiest with a girl who can bring his emotions out, while feeling at ease, and embraces and cheerishes them.

 

 

 

What are your characters ambitions?: 

 

Valmir wishes to master a talent, preferably magic, that would have made his parents proud, to perfect his studies, To discover something unknown to all in lands far away from home, to find something that could replace the lost family and start his own, and to one day recreate and perfect the spell that his mother had tried to create.

 

 

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

http://imgur.com/wzk39dS

 

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

After Re-reviewing the lore I found out that the original idea of being a religious monk would not work well because I had missed the Rationality section in the wiki page, and no I'm not going to say, my mother was good at magic therefore I must be too, it's going to be long and hard and I'm most likely going to blow up a few times before I become good.

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?

 

As I had begun to wonder through the city looking for where the nearest library or source of intellectual merrit may lie upon seeing the misplaced dwarf laying his goods on a blanket nearby as he shouts about his great merchendice I would approach the dwarf and question him as to why he seems to be so far from home.  "Hello dwarf, what goods have you brought to sell, seeing as you are so far from home?" as I beckon to the blanket resting the mismatched pieces of armor weaponry, and misclenious objects littering thr blanket and the nearby road.  "Aye, I bring Ye' te greatest of all treasures from the amazing nation of Kal'Karik!  those boots right there will give ye a brain like no others'! as the dwarf points to a tattered and worn pair of mismatched boots I begin to raise an eyebrown but before I can open my mouth the dwarf says "ye look like a smart man, why not be smarter?  I'm sure ye friends would be jealous of a treasure hand made by te greatest smiths and runecrafters in all the world!"  Feeling a little intrigued I decide to inquire about the boots and their price, "how much would thes-" "I am basically giving them away at 200 minas!"  Feeling like it's somewhat of a deal and that this could be a break through in my studies I take out my money, the dwarf  rips the wallet from my hands, throws the old leather, mismatched boots at my feet, grabs his blanket, and runs towards the exit of the city.  I then tuck the boots deep into my bag, feeling somewhat embarassed and a lot lighter due to my now missing wallet.

 

 

 

 

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 apologize I'm awful at orc speak)

walking late at night still upset about the loss of all of my money I begin to grumble to myself at how the dwarf could have taken the money from me that easily.  I see an orc begin threatening a dwarf.  I place my hand on my saber and begin to step forward and realize that the dwarf being threatened by the Orc is actually the dwarf who had taken my money.  I quickly duck behind a nearby tree and hide and wait for what seems to may soon become a fight "Ogly dwarfy make gud fud fo Ork!" exclaims the large orc, "Ye'll not be eaten me as long as I live, wait I have somethin that could get ye mor' food and taste better!  It'll only cost ye 50 Minas!" "20 minas!!!" yells the orc.  "20 minas it is." the dwarf begins to hand the orc a bag as the orc turns around to look into his bag I quickly pick up and throw a stone at the orc's head.  "Ow!  Dwarfy think Ork stoopid?  Ork Crush Dwarfy!!!"

 

as the fighting continues I hide there completely silent, snickering on the inside on how this may be worth the 200 minas when I finally hear the orc lumber off.  I quickly peak my head out of the tree cover and see the dwarf is lying unconscious on the ground.  I waste no time as I tip toe up and grab my wallet and quickly make haste for the nearest town.

 

 

 

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?:

As the man falls I stand back for a moment and consider if this could be a trap as no one else seems to be around.  Against my better judgement I walk forward and speak up.  "would you like a hand?" the man looks over his shoulder and says "Oh yes, thank you, it's quite hard being so old, the darned stick broke on me, and if you weren't here who knows who might have come to pick me up?"  I re-adjust my pack and cautiously make my way forward, As I draw near a large men steps out from behind a nearby boulder smiling as the old man rolls onto his back and jumps to his feet.

 

feeling somewhat ashamed that I have fallen into a trap so easily with no way out I decide my best way would be to bluff my way out, and I come up with a crazy plan.  "I knew you gentlemen were bandits from the moment I saw you "old man" but it doesn't help that your friends over there were breathing harder than most.  I am a traveling salesman and I have just what you men need right here.  A magical pair of leather boots which I guarantee will make your steps quieter and increase your productivity by 5 times! As the two men look at each other unsure of what to make of it the fake old man speaks up, "if they're so great why aren't they being used by someone?" I reply without missing a second  "They were, the man wore them every day until he died.  I took these from the body as I can't let such magical boots go to such waste, here you only need one to have the full effect!" I point to the pair "would you like a free sample?"  as the two nod their heads and begins to remove their boots I throw them each a boot and as they partially squeeze their feet into the worn out dwarve's boots I turn around and run around the pass and continue the dash until I reach the entrance of Malinor, smiling at my recent experiences which have not cost me a single minas.

 

 

*edit*
the link included is not an in game one so I have included that as well
https://sphotos-b.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc6/775246_441400115927866_1441690834_o.png
 

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