[✔] [Accepted] [Elf] Rex48´s Application

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Out-Of-Character Information

Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential 

 

details are accurate.

 

Minecraft Account Name: rex48

How old are you?: 13 (But very mature)

Time-Zone: Central Standard Time

Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes.

What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: D&D plus Falchion Blades of Honor 

 

another MC RP server.

How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I was just browsing the Minecraft Forums.

Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: I can´t find it anywhere.

Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): 

 

I'll do it as soon as I finish this one.

Have you read the Elven 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: Creating a character in a board game, video game, or any other likewise thing. 

 

Then you can build up his personality and decide what he would do in a world.

Meta-gaming: Using information the character doesn´t know but you as a person does. Like 

 

meeting someone in the forums. You will know their name but when you meet them IG you have 

 

to ask him first since it was you who knew not the character.

Power-emoting: If by that you mean Power-Gaming: I haven´t found a problem of this in MC RP 

 

but in D&D it would be: My super awesome dwarf destroys the gate with one finger and enters 

 

the room. After seeing the puzzle he solves it in less than a second. Then when the door opens, 

 

the orcs don´t see him because of his lightning reflexes and with one strike of his phsycic plasma 

 

sword he kills the 30 of them.

 

In-Character Information:

Complete the following biography on your character:

 

Full Name: Evarir Ceru

Current Age: 129

Sub-race (if any): Wood Elf

Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):

 My father used to be a skilled swordman in the military, but he became a blacksmith, and my 

 

mother was the daughter of a prominent sage and trader. I also had a little sister I loved and 

 

cared about. We lived in a settlement by border that was only a few homes and small 

 

businesses. We didn´t have a police force or a leader but the mayor who really only took care of 

 

problems. We obeyed the princedom and followed their laws but we were just a trading post with 

 

people there. We were all fine about that though.

 

When rumors of a bandit goblin camp nearby increased, my father taught me weapon play. From 

 

the beggining I was better in bows and knives than in swords and shields. This may seem normal 

 

since I was a Wood Elf but in my family's blood there has always been swordplay since my great

 

-great grandfather. My father recognized this and so instead he hired a knight that had just 

 

arrived to town. This knight was very interested in Elven weapons and tactics more than the 

 

normal stuff. We became good friends soon and were inseparable companions. He told me that 

 

he was from noble human birth and he used to be a weapons trainer. After that he came here to 

 

study Elven weapons and tactics. His name was Laurir Igne. Soon into training I could shoot 2 

 

arrows in less than 15 seconds and knives where I wanted them. My father also teached me 

 

close comabt with throwing axes.

 

On that terrible day, my dad, Laurir and me were on a hike to the nearby mountains where there 

 

was a dwarf settlement. My dad needed new materials and designs for his forge, while Laurir and 

 

me craved for adventure. When we got there, Laurir, a dwarven trainer and me, exchanged 

 

tricks and strategies plus he told us some dwarven history. Then, abruptly, my dad comes in 

 

yelling that we had to go fast, that the village was under attack by goblins. Soon all of us and 

 

some dwarven friends of my dad, were heading back home. When we got there my dad told us 

 

the fighting was farther away from our house, so I should head there. When I arrived I could 

 

hear sobbing and crying plus there was a giant fire in our house. I soon recognized the voice of 

 

my sister mourning over my dead mother. I tried to open a path there, but the fire was too big 

 

and the smoke too dense by the door. When the sobbing stopped, I ran to the forest tears 

 

streaming from my eyes. I headed to the town square to see if they were alive. I quickly noticed 

 

the lack of any attackers and judged they had finished the raid. It took a while to find their 

 

corpses. It was my father and some of the older dwarves. I searched all the bodies and I 

 

couldn´t recognze any more dwarves or Laurir. After all the fires burned out, I made rough 

 

graves for all the people I could find and then scavenged to see what I could use. My backstory 

 

ends here. Now the present starts.

 

Ambitions for the Future: Finding Laurir and becoming Mamerache'sair of the Malin Sentinels.

Personality: Determined, Brave, Friendly, Loyal, and Intelligent.

Skills: Stealth, Arms Knowledge, Strategy and Aim

Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): The photo will be added as 

 

an attachment. Blue eyes and a little more than military type light brown hair and clean shaven. 

 

Not very muscular but can deal and recieve a few punches. He is often only with his hood up 

 

when working or any other type of danger. He is a bit less than average tall.

Any other details you wish to share about your character: Nope.

 

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. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. 

 

Upon inspection you realize that a group of High Elves are mocking a small Wood Elf child. How 

 

do you react?

 

Answer: I approach them and ask them what is happening. "Nothing, sir! We´re just having some 

 

fun, right?" says one of the high elves, grinning. "Um.... yeah!" the woold elf says reluctantly. 

 

"Oh really? Well it´s getting late, why don´t I help you home?" I answer to them, "Where do you 

 

live?" "It´s right by here! It´s town called Iheiu´ami." The wood elf was catching up on what 

 

was happening. He understood the armed stranger wanted to help him. At least that was what 

 

he hoped. During the trip I took the time to study them. The high elf who talked was averagely 

 

muscled and not shy. He was the thinker, I knew. The other high elf was a lot brawnier and 

 

wasn´t as clean or talkative as the other 2. By seeing the wood elf he was reminded of himself. 

 

The kid was also shy and fast but weak. When they got there the high elves went home, I 

 

guaranteed they would patiently wait until I was gone to pick on him. The wood elf told me his 

 

name was Sioln Averir. Sioln´s parents let me stay there and gave me some food. In the morning 

 

I talked to Sioln. "Kid, you have to learn to stand up to those guys. I saw how you are faster 

 

than them both. Use that. When they pick on you run and jump out of the way and tell adults 

 

for your own sake. I have to go now, so good luck, kiddo." I told him. After stocking up on 

 

provisions I was heading out. "Thanks, Evarir." Obviously it had worked. "Your welcome, friend." I 

 

sayed walking out.

 

2. Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old man with a walking 

 

stick. He collapses in front of you, falling to the ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls 

 

a small pouch of gold coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the 

 

pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do?

 

Answer: "Sir, are you all right? Are you hurt?" I ask him. "What?! Who´s there?! Where are you?!" 

 

He replies confused. "I´m right here, sir. Are you ok?¨ "Oh, yeah. I was just... Anyways who the 

 

**** are you?! Where am I?! Is this a joke?!" He says while clumsily lifting himself. "Sir, calm 

 

down I´m just a traveler and I just saw you. Who are you?" I tell him. "My name is Jones. Now 

 

help me up. I can´t see anything since I lost my damned glasses! Where am I?" I help him up 

 

while telling him: "Well I just came from Gleamwood Fort, does that help?" "Ah yes! Gleamwood 

 

Fort! My daughter lives there, I became lost here while visiting her. She just married with a man 

 

that has more in between his ears than in his attitude...." "Well I could help you back, it's only 

 

about 40 meters back. Here, let me get your coins." While we collected the money I wandered 

 

into a bush. I heard behind me the man´s voice and I was about to reply until I heard another 

 

gruff voice. I saw there was a bandit that looked like a scout. The bandit was about to kill the 

 

man after he sayed something. But he hadn´t seen me and there was a knife between his 

 

shoulder and neck soon. After that I led the man home.

 

3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored 

 

carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points 

 

out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a 

 

price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the 

 

discussion involved).

 

Answer: "So you say you have about everything, eh? Well, we´ll see." When I was little my mom 

 

had taught me a fair amount of trading. But this guy looked better than an overpriced mouthfull. 

 

"Yes, sir! We have some fantastic bows and some Alsatir knives, as I see your weapons." He 

 

replies. Alsatir knives! Those things were a beauty! And the bows! God! Did this guy pillage a 

 

prince´s armory? "Yes, well they look good, but, nothing compares to usefullness." I say hinting I 

 

wanted to try them. "Oh, yes, of course,sir!" I NEED THEM! "Well, not bad, not bad at all." I said 

 

masking my decesperation. "Great shots, sir! If you would like the prices they are: Bow: 125 and 

 

Knife: 100 each. "Oh, no. That´s too high. I´ll give you 90 for the bow and 75 for each knife." I 

 

counter-offer. "90 and 75! Sir, you´re killing me here! 115 and 90 would be reasonable, of 

 

course?" he says. "TAKE THEM!" said my mind but he was hiding 2 broken tires and a 

 

maintenance guard in the bushes. I knew he needed the money desperately. If I could put some 

 

more pressure... "No, that´s too high. I´m sorry. Apart that the knives aren´t exactly balanced." 

 

I said and started to walk away. I was lying so hard. "Ok! 90 and 75!! But, you, sir, are a 

 

monster to me." He cries towards me. "Well, those bushes aren´t exactly green." I reply and his 

 

face looked surprised I didn't bargain more.

[everblue2er101 906]

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