[✔] [Accepted] [Dwarf] Dorbin Blackmane Second Application (Permission Acquired)

[Rael 935]

Out-Of-Character Information

I was told I can
re-post my  application, my second one,
by Ski_king3, as I had minimal errors.

Please fill out the

following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the
essential details

are accurate.

 

 

 

Minecraft Account

Name: Raelplayer.

 

How old are you?: 15.

 

Time-Zone: Eastern

Standard Time.

 

Have you read,

understood and agreed to the rules?: I have read, understood, and agree to all

of the rules.

 

What previous

experience have you had in role-playing?: I have roleplayed frequently between

World of Warcraft, Everquest, and Runescape for over 5 years. On World of

Warcraft and Runescape I was the leader of several clans, and even played as a

King on Runescape and the current Prime Minister of another Kingdom.

 

How did you hear about

the the Lord of the Craft?: I was told by Sir_Niccum, a friend of mine from

Runescape.

 

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. http://www.minecraft.../page__st__2580

 

Have you read the

Dwarven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your

biography?: I have read all the Dwarven Lore, beginning to end, and I checked

up on the current Dwarven Clans and Roleplays.

 

 

 

Definitions

 

In your own words

define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from
elsewhere!:

 

 

 

Role-playing:

Role-Playing is the process of playing as a person other than yourself, with

many different available roles, races, and personalities. The objective of

Role-Play is to add to a story, that is fun for all people involved in said

plot.

 

Meta-gaming:

Meta-gaming is the use of out-of-character or out-of-worldly knowledge to your

own advantage or personal gain, such as inventing items not currently

technologically available in lore to help yourself, like fire-arms.

 

Power-emoting:

Power-emoting is the process of doing something without proper permission or

acceptance of another,that may affect them directly or indirectly. For example,

a man in a fight cannot simply punch a man without allowing him to respond or

react in turn.

 

 

 

In-Character

Information:

 

Complete the

following biography on your character:

 

 

 

Full Name:
Dorbir Blackmane

 

Current Age:
Dorbir Blackmane is 4 seasons old.

 

Sub-race (if any):
Mountain Dwarf.

 

Clan (if any): No

current clan.

 

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

 

       
Dorbir Blackmane was born to a well

enough off trading family on Asalon, though it had long roots. They were a

close-knit clan, and Dorbir was very loving with his brothers and sisters. They

grew up with the prosperity of their father’s trade, usually getting enough

food and having sufficient enjoyment.

 

       
At the age of 12, Dorbir’s father paid

for him to be apprenticed to the local blacksmith, as he had always enjoyed

heating up little bits of metal he’d find around. The man who trained him was

alright, if not strict and a small talker. Slowly but surely, Dorbir learned

the trade and delved more into his hobby.

 

       
After six years of training, Dorbir was

nearly ready to begin his journey in the world, and perhaps open his own

smithy. But that was when the Storm began on Asalon. As it swept across the

continent, his family grew steadily more fearful. Preparations were soon

initiated.

 

       
Dorbir’s parents purchased several rooms

on a vessel, as the sea seemed the only option as more and more of the

continent was devastated. After all their belongings were packed, the family
trekked

off for the sea.

 

       
Nearing the ocean, they were intercepted

by a group of desperate bandits, looking nervously for tickets on the boats.

Defending their livelihood, Dorbir’s parents chose to say no to the attackers,

and this spelled out their deaths. Dorbir and his brothers tried their best to

make a stand, as his sisters fled. As his brothers broke and fled, he had just

enough time to speak with his dying father, who instructed him to carry on and

make a life for himself, with or without his family. And so Dorbir ran with all

his might, continuing on the path to the sea.

 

       
In a day or two he reached the sands,

many vessels lining them. With his own ticket clutched in his hand, he managed

to get onto the boat, hoping his siblings had also made it. As he made the

voyage across the sea, he found no siblings of his. This saddened him deeply,

and he spent the trip mostly by his lonesome.

 

       
As he arrived in the new lands, he took

to travelling from town to town and doing whatever odd-jobs he could find,

always looking for the family he had lost so seemingly long ago. After several

years of this, he still searches for a place to settle in life. Where will his

adventures take him?

 

Ambitions for the
Future: I hope to set up a nice smithy in a town, and perhaps gain a

wife and children later on in life.

 

Personality:

 

       
Dorbir is a quite loud and jolly creature, and loves to find himself speaking
or drinking with another dwarf, seeing as they are difficult to find in the
Human lands in which he wanders. He loves a nice mug of ale and a friend to
speak to while he downs it. With his family, Dorbir was known as being quite
smart and thoughtful in what he says; even so, some of the curses that afflict
many dwarves did not bestow mercy, as it fell upon him as well. He loved the
feel of precious ores and metals in his forge, and he adored jewelry though he
had little. Whenever he had a chance to receive fine metals he would strike for
it. With these curses, though, come gifts. Dorbir, like his brethren, is quite
honorable and possesses valor, and will defend his fellow dwarves and even
humans, despite some discriminating against him in their kingdom due to racial
issues. Overall, Dorbir is an average, common dwarf, who has been through his
own share of hardships and has and will always learn from them, and hopefully,
come out on top.

 

       

 

Skills:

 

       
Dorbir is a notably well blacksmith, due

to his extensive training by his father. He is not bad with a hammer or axe in

battle either, though he wouldn’t be considered a master. Lastly, he’s very

fond of woodworking, such as carving lovely stories into a nice arch or even

just a block of wood.

 

       
In terms of his blacksmithing ability,

Dorbir specializes in wooden and iron armor as well as the weapons of the same

material. After learning the trade for about 10 years of his life, Dorbir was

considered ready to branch off on his own.

 

Appearance (this must
include an in-game screenshot of your skin):

Dorbir stands at a height of 3’9”, brown hair coating his scalp and face. He is

garbed in nice enough cloth, colored brown green and gold. He is seen with a

smile on his face regularly, and sweat dripping from his brow, frequently being

at the bellows. Dorbir possesses a single, ornate gold amulet, crafted by
himself with some money he had saved before the voyage to the new lands.

 

Any other details you
wish to share about your character: I hope it’s not derpy that my dwarf works
for humans, as it

works into a plot Drazker has established, and he has included me within it.

 

 

 

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.

 

____

 

 

 

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: 

 

Dorbir’s eyes flicker over to the stash of diamonds, his eyes
gleaming with lust. Licking his lips thoughtfully, he’d grip his pick-axe
tightly as his gaze ran along the thin bridge, weighing his options. As he
nearly turned to alert his superiors, his mind filled with sinister thoughts.

An’ wot if they steal it? It don’t matter if
you foun’ it, they’ll take it.

Nodding to himself uneasily, he’d take a step towards the rocky
path across the ravine, his pupil flicking back and forth as he continued to
throw out choices. As he reached the bridge, he’d stop, gazing down. The fall
was pretty deep, and it looked to be deadly. Almost against his own accord, his
feet continued on, until he was moving along the bridge.

Eyes widening, Dorbir’s heart would jump into his throat as he
slowly made his way, sidestepping along the bridge. Good, good, just a bit more. As he reached the halfway mark, a loud
snapping sound resonated around the cavern, as it began to break. Fearing more
for the loss of diamonds than his life, he rushed for the end of the bridge,
though his faster, heavier movement caused more cracking. As he nearly touched the
end, the bridge fell in, as he slipped downwards.

“Help!” Dorbir screamed, as he slipped downwards.

Flailing his arms, he grasped the edge of the other side, where
the diamonds were located. Gripping cold rocky stone, he whipped over his other
arm to grab on. Pulling and pulling, he made slow progress, as his boots
scraped against the walls.

Finally, Dorbir could lift his elbows on the flat surface of the
floor, though dwarves were already on the other side of the ravine.

“We’re comin’, hold yer’ horses!” They began to coil ropes off
each side, desperately trying to get to Dorbir in time.

Dorbir continued to pull himself up, and in no time he was a bit
higher up, though the fellow miners were already here. Grasping each of his
arms, he was hauled up. Even though a man had just nearly died, the Dwarves
greed did not take long to show; they noticed the diamonds. Dorbir’s foreman, a
burly dwarf with a long brown beard dotted with grey, stepped up.

“Well, lookie ‘ere. Dorbir gets in a bit of trouble, and what is
the only motive? A nice deposit o’ diamonds! This will take a nice cut out of
your pay, failing to alert us an’ all!”

Dorbir gazed at the ground sullenly. I suppose this is some bad luck, but at least my stupidity did not get
me killed.

 

 

           

 

 

 

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:

 

            Dorbir’s hand slowly goes to the axe
at his belt, watching the two approaching men cautiously. As they reach the
crying men, one speaks in a gruff voice.

            “Where’s
the money you owe us, boy? We’ve already givin’ ya’ two extensions.”

            The sad dwarf spoke loudly, eyes red
with tears. “I don’t have it! I’ve tried my best, but it’s just too hard! I beg
of you, give me more time.”

            The dwarves stare at him grimly,
before shaking their heads. The armed one would raise his dagger menacingly, as
they moved in to cause harm. As they approached, Dorbir sprang up, axe flying
from its sheathe. Moving forward quickly, he’d thrust it forward as a block.

            “Leave this boy alone, you sharks. I’ll
‘ave nonna’ this!”

          The pair of dwarves snorted,
grinning. “Get out of here, man. Here’s our property now, ‘e hasn’t paid his
dues.” The dagger-man, tired of this stalling, sends the dagger towards the
dwarf’s neck, to end it there.

            He is met with a swift deflection,
the dagger dropping from his hand. The flat of the axe smacked against his fist,
as the dwarf pulled it back. He winced in pain, rubbing it mournfully.

            The other dwarf growled “You’re in
for it now, you fool!” Charging forward, he moved to try and punch Dorbir in
the face. Dorbir swung his axe around, moving to face the axe head to his fist.
 With a sickening clunk, the hand smacked
into the metal, as he cried in pain. Drawing it back as well, the pair stepped
back cautiously, their only weapon now on the floor.

            Keeping his defensive stance, Dorbir
shouted, now drawing the attention of all patrons in the tavern, if they hadn’t
noticed the fighting already. “Geddout’ now, you right idiots!” Taking another
step forward, Dorbir did not even have to fight longer as the two skiddaddled out,
whimpering fearfully.

            Sheathing his axe, Dorbir pivoted to
face the terrified dwarf from the beginning. He’d send a hand to his shoulder,
hopefully calming him. “It’ll be okay, my friend.”

 

            Sitting down, he and Dorbir talked
for a while, the dwarf explaining he had gotten a loan from the two, so he
could keep his farm afloat. Offering to buy him a drink, the two drank for a
couple hours, exchanging stories. Slowly but surely, Dorbir pulled the man out
of his depression. At the end of the night, they shook hands and set off in
their own paths; Dorbir had helped a man through a dangerous situation, and had
the experience to show for it.

 

 

 

. 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:  

            Stepping forward, Dorbir would grin
happily. “Some ale! Oi’d love some!” He’d reach out to grasp the mug, nodding
in thanks. But as he grabbed onto it, he realized two other men had come from
the shadows of the cavern, daggers in hand. Stepping back with a shout, he
unsheathes his axe.

            Raising the weapon defensively, Dorbir
flicks from person to person with fearful eyes: three big, brutish men, all
with weapons, for the bar-owner now had a dagger in his hand. They slowly
approached him, waving the weapons to and fro menacingly.

            The first moved forward, swinging
the dagger in a slash for his chest. Quickly, Dorbir stepped to the side, as he
hefted his axe up and downwards. It cleaved into the man’s plunging weapon arm,
cutting deep, nearly clean through. Screaming in extreme pain, the man clutched
his arm with a free hand, as he dropped to his knees. Ripping the axe out,
Dorbir fled down towards the closest corridor, 
thundering footsteps close behind.

Rounding the hallway
quickly, he gazes around, very afraid. Spotting a cut in the wall, just big
enough to narrowly squeeze in, he sprints inside, turning with his axe out in
front.

            Dorbir sighs in relief as the two
men sprint by, daggers at ready .He’d wait a bit longer, to allow the bandits
to get farther away, before making his way out of the Caverns.

 

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