[✔] [Accepted] [Human] Deckolo

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

Minecraft Account Name: Deckolo
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone: UTC/GMY Arizona
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: World of Warcraft, Lord of the Rings: Online, Dungeons and Dragons: Online, and some Minecraft role-play on various servers.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: A friend on another server told me about it.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: Yes. http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/81261-deckolos-application/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yes. I have before, and when I tried to post the new one with this new app, it won't show up, but it says it's been posted.
Have you read the Human 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: Role-playing is sort of like a live action interactive movie. You create a character for yourself, and you interact with the other characters other people have made. You interact with them, the environment, and everything else. You basically live another life that you have created for yourself, and live that life however you choose.

Meta-gaming: Meta-Gaming is making your character know things he shouldn't. It's like giving him infinite knowledge. For example, say you know someone else who plays with you in real life. They were planning a raid, and they told you about it in real life. If you joined the game and acted like your character knew about said raid, but he was not actually told in game, it would be meta-gaming. 
Power-emoting: Power emoting is doing an emote without giving the person the emote is about a chance to respond. Power-emoting is very commonly used in RP fights. It would be killing the person you were RP fighting without giving them a chance to defend themselves. An example of power-emoting is:

*Deckolo stabbed Bob through the heart, killing him instantly.

That is bad, what not to do. This is how it should go:

*Deckolo stabs at Bob.

This would give the other person a chance to respond, like:

*Bob blocks Deckolo's attack.

That would be the right way to RP fight.

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

Full Name: Morlargan Culson
Current Age: 32
Sub-race (if any): Southeron
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Morlargan came from a pretty wealthy family. They lived in the nation of Alras. His father was a merchant, and made his living through his sales. His mother stayed with the boy and was in charge of housekeeping. When he was still quite young, however, the Undead Attacks drove him and his family out of Alras. Many nations were falling, and new ones were being formed. Him and his family didn't know what to do. They would need to restart their lives. They decided they would move to the Kingdom of Renatus. They moved to a small farming village in the nation. They had nothing, however. No money, no food, nothing. They had to beg in the village to get the money for food. One day a noble came through the town on the way to the capital of Galahar. The nobleman saw Morlargan's mother, and he thought she was beautiful. He wanted her, and would do anything he had to do to get her. ANYTHING. 

He took Morlargan's mother. His father tried to intervene, but the man turned and killed him on the spot. Morlargan was watching from from far away. He wanted to run and help, but he was old enough by now to know that it would only end in his death, or worse. He watched as his father was killed and his mother was taken away from him forever. He never saw her again. He lived on the streets for a good year after that. He often went days without eating, only getting food from the measly scraps he picked up from the ground and that he stole from the backrooms of taverns or the kitchens from houses. One day, and old man was travelling through the town. He was heading home to his farm. He saw poor Morlargan, and took him under his wing. He taught Morlargan the value of work, and how to farm, work with wood, mine, and many other useful things. He taught him how to defend himself with a small variety of weapons as well. One day, bandits raided the old man's farm. Morlargan wanted to stay and help him defend it, but the man told him to go. He refused, but the man forced him to. Morlargan ran to the woods, until he found a bush to hide in where he could see the farm. He watched, as he had that day as a child, as his life was taken away from him yet again. He watched the bandits laugh and burn the farm to the ground, after taking all the crops they could. He watched as they hung the old man, who had been like Morlargan's father, from the great oak tree near the home. Morlargan wandered from then on, doing whatever work he could at farms or shops. Soon the Holy Oren Empire was formed, and Morlargan is now heading there, to start a foundation for his life one last time, even at the old age of 32.

 

Ambitions for the Future:[/b] Morlargan hopes to build a new foundation for his life. That is all he truly needs in life. Once he accomplishes this, he will follow destiny's path for him, wherever it may go. Secretly, Morlargan hopes to possibly become a user of magic, or a nobleman of importance.
Personality:[/b] Morlargan is a solemn man. All of the tragedy in his life is the cause of this. He is stern, but he is not cruel. He will always do what he must, regardless of the consequences for others. He's lost too much to risk anything for others anymore. 
Skills:[/b] Morlargan is very good at farming, and is a decent woodcutter and miner. He dabbles in carpentry as well. He is trained slightly in a small variety of weapons. He can smooth talk his way through things, and is pretty good at persuasion as well, from all his years begging on the streets.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] http://i.imgur.com/OvgbVCy.png?1 <--- My skin.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] None.

[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b]
[i]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.[/i]
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[b]1. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?[/b]

Answer: 

I put all of those years of sneaking around for food to good use. I sneak up behind the man and follow him for a while. I follow him, sticking to the shadows, until I see him sneak up behind a guard and draw a dagger. 

"Hey! Look out!" I shout to the guard.

"Huh?" says the guard, turning around towards the sound of the voice. I quickly run up and hit the assassin to knock him over. He drops his dagger, but stops his fall. He turns around and snarls at Morlargan.

"Die, you filthy curr!" he yells as he draws a shortsword from his side scabbard. I quickly draw the small dagger I keep with me for protection. The guard draws the longsword he keeps with him. The assassin lunges at Morlargan, hoping to gut him. He dodges out of the way, causing the assassin to lose his balance. Morlargan makes a stab at the assassin's back, but he turns and punches Morlargan, causing him to stumble back. 

"We could use a bit of backup over 'ere!" yells out the guard, running to jump into the fight. He knocks the assassin down with a quick hilt-strike to the back. He turns his over and boots his boot on the assassin's chest.

"Don't you move a muscle, or I'll rip out your throat." the guard tells the assassin. The assassin is just in reach of his dagger, and he grabs it and stabs the guard's leg. 

"Gah!" the guard yells out in pain. The assassin jumps up, ripping the dagger free of his leg and sticking it into his neck. The guard slumps to the ground, lifeless. As he relishes in his kill, I jump on his back.

"Help! We've got an assassin! Help! Guards!" Morlargan yells as he tries to hold the assassin down. They wrestle around for a bit, but eventually the assassin gets the better of Morlargan. 

"HELP ME!" shouts Morlargan, and just in the nick of time, a group of guards show up.

"Get off o' him, you curr! You're under arrest, assassin!" one of the guards yell as they push him off of Morlargan and drag him off to the city jail.

[b]2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?[/b]

Answer:

"Get away from him, you filthy bastards!" I yell. The bandits turn around and see me standing there. I draw my longsword and stare directly at them.

"Leave now and we'll think of sparing your life, mate." one of the bandits says. But Morlargan refuses to leave. These bandits and the old man have sparked a fire inside of him. This reminds him of the old man who had taken him in, and of the bandits that had killed him and taken everything away from him. He went into a murderous rage. He charged at the bandits.

"I'll send you straight to the depths of hell, you filthy, murderous bastards!" Morlargan yells as he runs forward. One of the bandits steps forward to fight him. Morlargan stops ad blocks the bandit's first swing. He feints an attack to the bandit's legs, but quickly swings around for a strike at the arms. The bandit falls for this easily, being a dumb brute, and gets cut across is right arm. He yells in pain, and this distracts the other bandit. The other bandit runs at Morlargan in a fury because of his friend. Taking this moment to his advantage, the old man takes him iron sword and stabs it through the back of the bandit who was cut by Morlargan.

"Try to rob me will ya? This is what happens to robbers 'round here!" yells the old man. It was now two against one. The remaining bandit brandishes a spiked club. The old man takes a swing at the bandit, but the bandit blocks the attack. He was staggered though, and Morlargan took advantage of the situation. He stabbed the bandit right through the gut, and he died. 

"Thank you! Thank you!" yelled the old man. He gave Morlargan a nice meal and helped bandage up some small nicks he received in the fight.

[b]3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).[/b]

Answer:

(I don't know the prices of things on LotC, so I just came up with prices.)

"Oi there! What are you selling?" Morlargan asks.

"Anything and everything you could ever want, my good sir! What can I interest you in?" asks the merchant.

"Got any seeds and some farming tools? I'm looking to start a farm of my own!" says Morlargan.

"Well, we got all kinds o' seeds here! What kind can I inteest you in?" says the merchant.

"I'd like some wheat seeds and some melon seeds! What's the price?" asks Morlargan.

"Well, a field's worth of wheat seeds will cost you 150 gold, and the melon seeds will be 200." says the merchant

"Erm... I don't have that kind of money, mate. Can I get a bit of a discount?" asks Morlargan.

"Nope. And if ya don't got the money, you're wastin' my time!" says the merchant, starting to turn away from Morlargan.

"No! Wait! I'll... I'll give you half of my crop!" yells Morlargan. The merchant turns back.

"Now... That's a deal! I do got a family t' feed, I guess. Now what about the tools?" asks the merchant.

"Those must be a donation. Can't grow you crops if I don't have any tools, eh? Those must be free if this is to work." says Morlargan.

"Hmm... I want half of your crop, and you have to give my son a paid job on your farm. And you gotta let him keep it. After the year o' crop from you runs out, I'll need to get food on the table somehow, other than selling these fine wares." explains the merchant.

"Deal! I could use some help around the farm anyways! Send him down in a month, I'll have things up and running by then! Thank you much good sir! You won't regret this!" thanks Morlargan. 

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