[✔] [Accepted] [Human, Tyven Oliviair] Demonops' Application.

[Demonops 0]

Out-Of-Character Information

Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.

Minecraft Account Name: 
Demonops.
 

How old are you?: 
18.

Time-Zone:
North American Eastern. 

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

What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:
Many! I've taken part in many Roleplaying scenarios and guilds in games like World of Warcraft, Everquest and Guild Wars. I currently head a Roleplaying guild in Guild Wars 2, and partake in forum Roleplay frequently.

 

How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:
Through a friend.

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):
I have not, but plan to immediately after this. 

Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?:
Of course! 

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

Role-playing:
Roleplaying is the act of creating personal stories with oneself and others using cooperative games, written stories or other forms of social activities. Roleplaying involves one creating a persona and playing that persona as if he/she were truly in the world of that character, taking on their mannerisms and traits. Roleplaying is a complete immersion into a fictional or non-fictional world.

Meta-gaming:
Meta-gaming is a way of playing in Roleplay in which information or abilities otherwise unobtainable to the character are given without explanation or cause. 

Power-emoting:
Power-emoting is making your character perform actions involving another character without giving that character time to respond or give confirmation that such an action is acceptable.
 

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

Full Name:
Tyven Oliviair.

Current Age:
18 years old.

Sub-race (if any):
None.

Past / History:

     Tyven was born to the rather ordinary Olivair family, who actually lived a very comfortable but dull life as reputable farmers making their living in the Kingdom of Salvus. But life for them became very different when the second son to Terran Oliviar was born. Tyven was a healthy, picture-perfect addition to the family. He spent his growing days learning the tricks and trades of farming. He spent his time around livestock and made no real friends, but was taught the pleasantries and fundamentals of the social side of the world. He was always mannerly and polite when dealing with passing nobility, and he learned to favor them. 
 

     However, the life of a leisurely farmhand soon changed, for the best and worst. 

     Time had passed, situated and assured. If life were a path, Tyven's would be clear of hills or cliffs. He was eight, and fortune came to him in the form of a man named Rorik. He was a passing knight of an order that was never clear to Tyven. Rorik and Tyven became good friends, perhaps due to Rorik's kind nature, and Tyven's interest in swordplay and tactical combat. It was then that Tyven's mother, Lillian, saw his calling. She knew that Tyven was to be a knight of one of the great orders of Anthos. 
So Rorik stayed at the Olivier homestead. He taught him how to use a sword, and how to survive under the pressure of battle. Tyven was good with a blade, but it seemed his skill halted at a certain point, unable to become more increased. 
So time went on, and Tyven learned... 
     However, it seemed as days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, Tyven was no longer increasing in his swordsmanship. In fact, he was becoming less masterful. The boy no longer held his sword right, or caught it when it was thrown to him. He could no longer strike targets with a bow, and his movement became precise and slow. 
In order to determine the reasoning for this, a doctor was summoned to their homestead for a good sum of Minas to bring clarity to their child. Days passed and the doctor finally arrived to give his evaluation. After thorough inspection, it was determined that their beloved son Tyven, was slowly but steadily going blind. 
Much to the dismay of the rest of his family,Tyven refused to allow this condition to stop him from becoming a knight. He demanded Rorik continue to train him. Though futile, Rorik did, most likely out of pity for the boy. He knew his fire was extinguishing, and wanted to give him everything he wanted in the small time of light he had left. 
But Rorik eventually had to leave. His duties called him elsewhere, to a place he wouldn't inform Tyven of, lest he attempt to go with him. 
     So they said their farewells, and Tyven's mentor took his leave of him. This drove Tyven to work harder, and fight better. He now had to make up for his mentor being gone, and out of this, new fire became alight within him. Seasons passed this way. And Tyven returned to his life of routine and study. 

     Time had passed, and he was fifteen years of age now. His vision was failing him, barely able to make out shapes and figures now, he spent most of his time staring at things to try to remember them, knowing he'd never see them again. His mother had caught disease, and was in bed all of her time. Tyven spent his time at her side, studying and filling his mind of her. She was a middle-aged woman, and it cut at his heart. But he was to be a warrior, a stalwart knight who could not show his sorrow or fear. Though out of this... He was also still a child, and the fear of losing his mother was greater than his fear of any beast or monster. But she did eventually leave him, but not before reassuring that every time his vision failed him, or any time he was truly lost, she would guide him. This gave Tyven hope, and a certain clarity of mind. He became secluded and odd, his father made attempts to reason and talk with him, attempts that would obviously fail. 
His mother was lost, and his mentor was as well. He found that he lacked purpose. The fire within him was gone again...

     A day came, after many seasons, seasons that would make him more mature, more secluded. His swordsmanship became dull, and his days consisted of sitting alone in his study, watching the light from the sun come and go. But one night, when the sun fell, he found that the light didn't go. It was indeed still there, off in the distance. 
He was disturbed by the shouts of his father prompting him to flee to the cellar. In which he did. On his way down, he made out a battered and scarred figure, but he recognized it... It was Rorik, his beloved mentor. He obeyed his fathers orders though, and retreated to the cellar. Above ground, he could hear the clang of weapons, the crackle of fire and the whisk of arrows... Though he dare not leave... Not until morning, when silence fell. He'd not slept. He'd sat listening, hearing the sound... 
Eventually he did push open the doors. Out into the open air... And found that everywhere he looked, there was light from the sun. The walls and grand structures of the Oliviair manner were decimated. Burned to the ground in silken piles of ash.
He felt like he was dreaming... Confused, alone and to top it all off, fading, he fled through the forest until he reached the nearest small town. There, he stayed. He told the local guard of the attack on his homestead, to which he found out that a wandering knight came in looking for it, bleeding and ripped apart. Apparently, other men came after him.
Tyven was defeated. He now saw no life within him. So he hired onto to the home of the local lord, working as a home-servant.
     This became his life, until the present age of eighteen. Tyven was unhanded by the lord, who permitted his departure. Tyven's vision seemed to not be getting worse, though he knew it was no time for hope, as complete darkness was inevitable. He made for the capital to attempt to once again try his hand at his future as a knight... 
It was only a hope, but after all, hope seemed to be all he had left. 


Ambitions for the Future: 
Though almost a completely hopeless endeavor, Tyven plans to become a knight, and join onto an order. Though he's not found such an order, as of yet. Many will not accept him due to his impairment. 

Personality:
Tyven is secluded, polite, awkward, and odd. He's often seen babbling, or stumbling over his words when addressing others. His blindness has made him weak. He fears most, due to not being able to decide their threat. Time in the city has made him fearful of the reactions of others. Stumbling in the streets has lead to him being pushed around by impatient city-goers, and most people don't have tolerance for his tendency to do things slowly. This has brought him to shy away from people, as to not burden them. He's also quite kind, and at times innocent, due to his seclusion from people. 

Skills:
Tyven is proficient with a sword, though he hasn't practiced with one for years, making his abilities rather dull. 
Also, due to his blindness, he has learned to find the world through other senses. Like smell, feel and sound. More so his hearing. Tyven has become rather adept, picking up sounds that others would have maybe missed. 

Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin)
Tyven is youthful in appearance. His face is well sculpted, with a childish round chin and a sharply curved jaw line. His skin is a caramel-tan colour, and his eyes are milky white, to reflect his loss of vision.
His hair flairs from his head wildly, shaved lower in the back and splotched all over with splashes of dark brown. He often carries a worried expression. 
His stature is not anything to flaunt. Being around 5'8" and having a frail figure, unshaped and unfit for battle.  

http://i.imgur.com/lAtV0Gd.jpg
 

Any other details you wish to share about your character:
I wanted to make an interesting character that falls out of the norm of what I usually do, and add depth to the server by creating a character with a real impairment that keeps him from accomplishing tasks unlike others. 

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 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?

Answer:
While walking past the Emporer's palace, Tyven would brush past a dark figure, close enough to be able to make out his appearance. The colours are different from the rest of the the colours of those passing by. This immediately strikes him as odd, and he finds that a guard shouldn't be too far away. Though unable to follow the man, as he's already left his field of vision, he stops for a moment to ponder whether or not he should inform a guard. Though odd, he feels he shouldn't cause trouble, and proceeds on his way. Another crazy event in the city would only bring attention to him, so he decides to sulk away, thinking he could have done more. 


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?

Answer:
In the event of some how wandering into the forest, most likely on some sort of demand by whatever work he's found himself doing, Tyven finds what appears to be an old man struggling with a mob of angry subduers. The old man, clearly against odds, looks to Tyven and inspects his sword, then pleads for assistance. 
Summoning his courage, Tyven leaps to the opportunity to help without hesitation, seeing no time to waste. Though probably in vain, he swings at one of the bandits, using his judgement of sound to determine what he'd hit, if he even did. The sound of spraying indicates a gash at the bandits side. He speaks no words, he only staggers to gain his balance and looks around frantically for the other bandit. The sound of a dropped blade indicates that the other bandit most likely fled, and he lets his sword down. With his other hand he prods around the ground to find the old man, he places his hand upon the old man's arm and helps him to stand using his sword as a sort of cane. 
While walking the old man back to his cottage and making sure he's okay, Tyven gives him a smile and converses with him in a friendly manner, as to break tension. 

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).

Answer:
While out at the marketplace, Tyven notices more colours on a stall then usual. Carefully taking steps, he walks up and motions around for the man. 
"Excuse me... Is someone there? My sight fails me. Do you mind making some noise?" Tyven asks with an embarrassed tone, he was not called over so he feels as though his intrusion is a burden. 
"Here, my friend! I am here! What is it you look for? My stall has all to give!" The vendor says in an excited tone, almost a little bit too excited, bordering on ecstatic. This gives Tyven the illusion that the man is actually friendly to him, though he's usually aware of the sinister ways of shop-keepers. 
"Oh... Umm... I was sent out for bread. Do you have any of that? A simple loaf of anything will do." Tyven says awkwardly, not expecting to find bread at such a lavish stall. Though, surprisingly, the man kneels down and pulls a handful of bread for the boy. Looking pleased, Tyven reaches out with his hands clumsily, grasping at the air for a moment and takes it. 
"That'll be four minas, friend." The skopkeeper adds to the transaction. Tyven forgets himself, reaching in his pocket to produce a handful of minas, and bows to thank the man. 

The shopkeeper would giggle after Tyven walks away, counting out the 37 minas he'd mistakenly given him.
 

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An absolutely outstanding application, one of the best I've seen in a while. This is a very unique character that will fit into the world well and also provide many opportunities.

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