[Denied]Application[Dwarf]

[Valon (Yokey) 168]

Out-Of-Character Information
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.

Minecraft Account Name:valon487
How old are you?:13
Time-Zone:US Central Time 0600
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?:Yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:I have role played on some other low-end servers, and I have some D&D experience.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:I had heard the name spoken in hushed voices in the dark alleys of other servers.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:N/A
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):Yes.
Have you read the Dwarven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?:Yes

Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:

Role-playing:Taking the part of a unique niche in a set environment.
Meta-gaming:Using OOC information to steal an advantage over your comrades.
Power-emoting:Taking over the roleplay to have a superhuman advantage.

In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:

Full Name:Alakar Forkbeard
Current Age:He is slightly into 9 seasons (64)
Sub-race (if any):Mountain
Clan (if any):Forkbeard
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Alakar spent his childhood riding on an orc's shoulders. Alakar was abandoned at birth, deemed a weakling.
True, he wasn't born with bulk, but his life has bestowed it on him. He was abondoned in a hole in the ground, left to die as wolf bait. A strange occurance happened. An orc was
approaching the hole to see if he could get whatever bait the dwarves had left. You see, this orc was shunned and hated for his soft nature. He was a strange one growing up, no
name, no will to hunt or fight. He grew up as a special case. The leader of his small tribe took a rare pity on the boy, and allowed him to grow, so they could see what man he
would become. Needless to say, he grew up caring, the example of pity as a role to play. This orc found Alakar abandoned and rescued him. Alakar was nurtured, and protected. He did grow
to be strong, as his host refused to hunt, and Alakar hates the taste of apple.(Just a quirk)
     
  He was brought up in the ruined hold of Kal'Dwain. The ruin was always empty. No wandering bandit entered, nor any hunter stopped for respite. The place seemed cursed, but it was the
only home Alakar ever knew. Life was self-sustained. Once Alakar could hunt, the orc left him to provide for the two. Alakar hunted with a wooden axe he fashioned with a small knife he
found. He prefers the axe because he prefers his weapon to hae multiple uses, and since the axe is also used to cut down trees, he sees a large advantage in using it. For a mountain dwarf,
he truly prefers the surface to the cavernous tunnels that most dwarfs find solace in. Alakar and the orc left Kal'Dwain when Alakar was well into his second season (17). They traveled along
a small worn out road.

  They came across a burning campsite one day, near his third season (19). Upon inspection, they found it to be the orcs tribe. Dead, with him alive. He underwent a complete personality change.
The orc now was the only one to hunt, bringing back game that was battered and cut up. The meat was like strips for stew. The way Alakar knew the orc's story, he wondered why the orc was
taking the burining so hard. Alakar came to a sound conclusion at: The tribe may have treated the orc with hate, the orc still cared for those who took pity on him. Living with the orc was never
the same.

  The orc is dead now. After the burning, he took total, almost maternal protection over Alakar. Alakar was the only person he had left. He died on the first day of Alakar's 7th season(49).
The two came upon an elven beggar on the road. It was odd, since all of the elves Alakar had met on the roads had been proud. Too proud to ask for money. At first shimmer of coin, the
beggar jumped up with a dagger, as did his fellow bandits. They were mugging us for all of our posessions. They were out to leave us naked on the road. The orc saw all the danger, and flew
into an extravagant rage(described as so, because it truly was a sight to see.) The orc killed them like he was chopping saplings. Alakar was stunned to see such fury from his caretaker.
THe person who had taught him to be gentle was now murdering the common bandit. One of them got a lucky shot, and put an arrow clean through him. The orc fought on, his rage dwindleing with
each kill. At long last the bandits were dead. The orc slid to the ground, dying along with the rest. As Alakar tried to save him, the orc whispered his last words: "Make no mistake, I wish
you to be the most fearsome one of all."That day, Alakar took up a stone blade from the hands of one of the dying highwaymen. Alakar abandoned all hope of gentleness, or peace. He was out for
vengeance now, and he was going to receive it.

  The bandits were part of a larger group. Alakar had tracked them to a longhouse, long abandoned in a lush jungle. As Alakar entered, he watched all 15 bloodthirsty eyes fall on him, and his
branded sword. One of the shouted "Eh? Watcha cravens waitin' for? Get Um!" All of them ran to arms, and returned ready for a fight. Their leader walked down the stairs in the far right corner.
"Oy!" he said, "Don't burn thissun, aight?" The bandits nodded approval, and grabbed a considerably long rope. Alakar was fighting for vengeance, but his main focus at this point was PERSONAL CONCERN.
Alakar fought them off in waves of three or four. They were considerably slow, so fighting more than one was a task to be attempted by a child. They all fell to Alakar's sword, brought down by their
own blade. Their leader, a vicious warrior named "Owlbear" came to arms with a diamond axe. "Found thissun in the 'ands of a dead captain. Zombie, o'course, but it gets the job done.

  Alakar had no qualms about killing Owlbear. His sword clashed with the axe repeatedly. Finally, Alakar's sword broke. Alakar awaited the final blow, but it never came. He was tied up and tortured.
Owlbear put small quantities of poison in Alakar's water, not enough to kill him, but enough to cause agony. Next to that, Owlbear cut him, then quickly stopped the bleeding. All of Alakar's food was
rotten flesh. Everything happened so fast, when Alakar woke up the next day, he had no memory of the torture, yet he could no longer feel anything. Owlbear knew this, and decided to finally kill Alakar.
Right before the final strike, Owlbear's mouth began flowing red. He fell to the floor, a sword in his back. Behind him knelt the orc, alive. It was a beautiful reunion, yet it was not long. For when
I said the orc's last words, those wre his last words. The orc had crawled here, tracking Alakar's sloppy trail. The orc had stopped the bleeding through him, and removed the arrow, yet it hade fell
to infection first. The orc died, smiling.

  Alakar left the jungle, and started searching for his true clan. He went to the Ironguts, and the Doomforged. Neither knew him. When Alakar went to the Forkbeards, they remembered the record of the
wolf bait child. That was the day Alakar knew his name. Alakar Forkbeard.
Ambitions for the Future: Alakar hopes to rekindle respect within his clan. He also hopes to someday learn the name of the orc that protected him through eight seasons.
Personality:Alakar was raised to be gentle, yet with the orc's personality change, and final wish, he is questioning how he should live.
Skills:Swordsmanship, Treechopping, Axefighting, Woodwork, Kindling, Hunting.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):Tall for a dwarf, most likely due to a diet that differs from normal dwarfs. Bald, eyes the color of a reflective diamond, and a gruff black
beard.

 

The skins attached

Any other details you wish to share about your character:He hates the taste of apples, and likes the taste of chicken.

Open-Response-Questions
Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.
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1. Whilst mining deep in the undergrounds of Kalos you see a large deposit of diamond ore at the other side of the ravine you are on. There is a very thin rock bridge that looks precariously unstable, but it is the only way to access the deposit. What do you do?

Answer:The sight of the bridge caused a shiver to crawl up my spine. I've never liked heights. The diamonds would make me a rich dwarf. In that moment, a shine of true dwarven greed shone in my eyes.
I made a rash decision and regretted it. I walked over to the bridge. Deep caverns were below. I took a step out. One foot after another. One foot after another. I looked to see how far I was. Smack-dab
in the middle of the bridge. I froze, nable to continue. "One foot after anothe-" and the rocks came down. I sprinted as fast as my stubby legs could go. I dove for the other side. I landed well over,
but noticed my pick was gone. I glanced to the edge and found it balancing on the edge. I crept over, making as little vibrations as possible. I grabbed the pick and breathed a sigh of releif. As I walked,
I tripped. Out of my hand flys the pick, stright into the ceiling over the chasm. Rocks fell like there was no tomorrow. The casm filled up, my only pick at the bottom. I had a clear path back across, and,
in defeat, I left the diamonds to someone less clumsy.

2. You are sitting in the local tavern with a large pint of ale in your hand - sitting nearby you is a rather young dwarf whom is clearly going through a bad time. He is crying to himself, and clutching a small wooden hammer toy. In the other corner of the room two shady dwarves are sitting whispering to each other and pointing occasionally at the dwarf. They stand up, one with a small dagger in his hand and begin to approach the young dwarf. What do you do?

Answer:"Aye! Leave the lad 'lone," I yell. The two dwarves look over, surprised. They retort "Mind yer own buisness, ya craven!" I realize they're not going to stop approaching the young dwarf, and kick
my chair back to show I was going to stop them. The unarmed one pulls a sword from behind his chair. After clashing with the one with the sword, I backhand that gor-bellied half-troll, and kick him in the
spine. I notice that the other's knife was planted in my leg. I call out in pain. I pull out the knife, and get into a struggle. After wrestling the dwarf for a short time, I wrentch the dwarf's hand off my
neck. He spins off into a wall. I grab him and slam him into the wall. He grabs a chair and hits my head. I fall to the ground and am pumeled with kicks from the man's boot. Honestly, too much heel for a guy.
I grab his foot, and trip him. He falls, and I stand. I kick his head, and he passes out. I go to comfort the young dwarf, but he's gone.

3. Whilst wandering through the Dwarven Caverns you hear a voice call out to you; “Oi, ye’! C’mere n’ get ye’rself an ale!”. You spin on your heel and see a heavily bearded bar-owner looking at you - a huge grin on his face, and a mug of ale in his hand. How do you react?

Answer: "Thats was an interestin' tale. This dwarf handed me a mug o' warm ale, and I gladly accepted. Ya know no self-respectin' dwarf would turn it down. I took a sip, and found it to be surprisin'ly good.
The dwarfs grin grew the more I drank. I had gone from small sips ta the big ole gulps. I felt woozy tha more I drank. I had guesses it was tha ale, but then me belly turned ta a bloody pain. This dwarf laughed as
I cringed in pain. He chuckled out a sentence 'Eh, maybe ya shouldn't be so quick ta trust, eh?' I, o'course, was doubled over in pain, so I had no response for tha bastard's treachery. I woke up upsidown, danglin'
from a tall rock. The dwarf appeared and said 'Don't bother, already robbed ya blind.' I struggled anyway. This jackhole felt that robbin' me weren't enough. He robbed me down to the last scrap of cloth.
I fell from tha rock, and the theif was gone. I never saw 'im again."

[Skippy 2466]

Denied.

 

In the beginning of your character's
history, you were apparently abandoned as a beardling.  Explain. 
Dwarves don't usually get abandoned from clans usually, unless they
commit serious crimes.

 

A lone dwarf with a sword
can not take down three/four bandits at once, nor would I think would be
able to use a sword for elves/humans correctly, due to their length.

 

Your second ORQ includes god-modding. 
You get attacked by two dwarves with weapons, stabbed in the leg with a
knife, and get your head smashed by a chair?  You'd be either knocked
out or running away.

 

Reapply in 24 hours.

[Skippy 2466]

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