[✔] [Accepted] [Human]Oblivionsbane

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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: oblivionsbane

 

How old are you?: 18

 

Time-Zone: EST

 

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

 

What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I role-played on the original Starcraft for a long time. I have had some experience in Minecraft role-playing as well. 

 

How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I found you on an old forum post while i was looking for a serious rp server.

Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: None

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

Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: I have read it and I will use it as much as needed.

 

Definitions

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

 

Role-playing: 

 

    Taking on the role of a specific character(s) in a specific setting, and interacting with other characters and the environment around this character to create a story and have fun.

 

Meta-gaming: 

 

    Meta-gaming is when you use knowledge you've acquired in some way but your character has not. For instance let's say you find out your friend is getting attacked or is about to get attacked from information that you acquired OOC. If you use this information to help him in any way, it is considered meta-gaming.   

 

Power-emoting: 

 

    Power-emoting is when you use emotes (writing inside asterisks to denote action) to override any actions or re-actions of other characters by using your own. Consider the simple yet damaging action like *Tom, with a quick swipe of his sword, ends Ben's life* which in turn, if allowed, ends the RP for someone. Then there is the worse and much harder situation to work around of *Tom knocks the sword out of Ben's hand and kicks him to the floor, holding him down with his foot on his chest.* Then Ben would have no control over the situation because he was given no chance to react, but he still probably feels inclined to RP since he still can.

 

In-Character Information:

Complete the following biography on your character:

 

Full Name: Mark Lander

Current Age: 19

Sub-race (if any): None in particular

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

 

    I sigh as I look into the dark, sullen reflection of myself from the pint that had been set in front of me not two hours before. I see the shadow of my face, and the slight flicker in my dark eyes from the candle centered on the table. Who am I really? Why am I here? What's real and what is a lie? Pondering such as this filled my mind to no end.

 

    "Sir, I don't think you're going to win a staring contest with your beer, and it is probably too warm to drink pleasantly now." My deep thought and concentration suddenly ended, and my head snaped up in an instant, my intense, focused eyes still set on my face. My eyes catch a glimpse of a young, fair skinned barmaid before she slightly jumps back, startled. Her reaction surprises me, "Is there something wrong?" I ask. "No! I'm sorry. It's just the look that you had along with the sudden jerking of your head. It startled me, that's all." I laugh a little, "I'm sorry, I just was in an intense state of thought." Now out of my trance and looking up, I can't help but notice the old, rickety inn was practically empty, except for the workers and I. She catches my glances around the room and responds, "Everyone has either left or retired to their rooms. In fact, I believe you paid to stay the night as well." I glance back up at her, "I'm sorry I've just been lost in thought." She replies, "Well, I've already finished my work, if you'd like I'll listen." I smile at her politely, " I wouldn't mind telling someone, although I would rather not tell you my name if that is alright." "Okay, I understand" she replies as she sits down at the table with a drained, yet interested look in her eyes.

 

    I start, "I don't remember much of my life from before I was five or six. My parents were killed by some unknown raiders or bandits. At least that is what I had been told by the man who claimed to be my mother's relative who had taken me in at the time. His name was Wallace, a tall man with a medium build, dark hair, short beard, and sharp gray eyes. Despite his intimidating visage, he was normally a gentle man who enjoyed reading books. He himself had a large library in his house which I read from regularly with his guidance. He treated me well, as if I was his own son, and to my knowledge he had no sons of his own so back then I thought it was natural."

 

    "I remember him comforting me when I woke up screaming from a bad dream from when I was a kid." She suddenly interrupted me, "What was the dream about?" I sigh, "It was a dream from when I was a child, when the raiders killed my parents." She gasps, "What happened in it?" I give her a deep and reluctant stare for a few seconds before answering her question, "Well, it was dusk outside and I was waiting for my father to get home while my mother cooked dinner. Suddenly my father bursts through the door and yells, 'We have to leave now!' My mother jumps from his sudden entrance into the house, 'What is wrong?' she asked. 'There are bandits coming, terrible ones that I've heard about recently. They'll kill us and everyone here if we don't leave.' Her eyes got wide with fear and looked over to me. She replied immediately, 'Lets leave as soon as we can.' But it was already too late."

 

    "I heard a loud blood curdling screech from outside and both my parents suddenly looked at each other and went out the door. I heard my mother scream as well right before the door shut. I was terrified, more scared than any other time I can remember in my life thus far. The screams and shouts became increasingly louder and more intense, but they slowly died down as time passed. I decided that it was time to go outside and see what was going on. I was young, I had no idea what was going on outside, but I went out that door anyways. It was dark by that time and the torches weren't lit so it was too dark to see anything. Suddenly I heard a loud shout to my right, "There's somebody left over here!" As I looked over I saw a large man with a torch running at me. I was stunned for a moment, but decided to turn the other way and run. I ran for a few moments in the dark before tripping over something. I got up and started running again before tripping over another object in my path. I was confused until the man got closer and his torch illuminated my path. I saw my parents, friends and neighbors bloody, decapitated, dismembered bodies strewn around the main road through my village with looks of fear and surprise on their dead faces. I was so shocked and scared I couldn't move. I started shaking and tears ran down my burning face like small blades. The man reached me and saw that I was just a young child. He picked me up and carried me through the blood stained streets to where the rest of his company was. I don't recall much after this point, all I remember is being set before a tall man in a dark cloak with white fringes and him raising his sword and hitting me on the head with the hilt knocking me out."

 

    "I woke up at Wallace's place, as you might imagine I was hopelessly confused. I got up and found the man I knew later as Wallace busy in his study. He saw me in the door and told me to take a seat in the chair in front of his desk. He then explained how he was on his way to see my mother when he found me on the ground just outside the village. He then told me that bandits had attacked my village and everyone had been killed. I couldn't really remember too much from the shock of it all, and the blow to my head that the cloaked man had given me so I just went back to bed." 

 

    I continued to talk looking down in my murky beverage, "I was too young to really understand, so I just started living in the small village where Wallace's house was called Visha. The village was small, having three homes in it along with a well. Other than my uncle 2 other men lived in the village. A man named Buck and a man with a forge next to his house named Halvin. The men were around their mid to early forties as gray was just beginning to show. None of the men had wives nor children so it was just the four of us in the village. I didn't have anyone my age around so I usually ended up staying around the men and learning from them."

 

    "Wallace taught me how to read and write when I was young. I would read for hours in his vast library learning all sorts of useful information. I read about the great clash between the descendants and Iblees along with his eventual defeat.  I learned of the humans, orcs, dwarves, and elves rich history and civilization. I learned how the descendants were forced out of the land of Aegis into Asulon and how the world that I lived in now was called Anthos. I learned and was shown that our little village resided on the outskirts of the human controlled Oren Empire. I was taught how to speak and dress at certain times and occasions such as going to a banquet or something similar. Wallace wasn't the only one who taught me things though."

 

    "Buck was a great hunter and gatherer. He was usually the one who provided us with food. Starting when I was around ten he began to teach me how to hunt and fend for myself in the wild. We would go hunting and he taught me how to shoot a bow and arrow accurately. He showed me what to eat and what not to eat. He taught me the correct way to skin, butcher, and cook animals out in the wilderness. How to walk quietly and softly through the forest so not to alert animals. Most importantly though he showed me the beauty of nature and how it provided for me. He was a great hunter and slowly made me into one as well.

 

    "Buck used a strange bow when he was hunting that he made himself. You see he was a fairly good fletcher, but he truly shined as a bowyer. He had a bow design that was passed down through his family, he called it the composite bow. It was a lightweight medium size bow that had bone on the inside arc and string on the outside. It was made this way so that it could be light and somewhat compact but could shoot just as good as a much larger bow. Since he had no sons or daughters he taught me the technique to make these bows when I was around thirteen or fourteen." 

 

    "Halvin also taught me interesting skills. He was a blacksmith by trade and supplied us with tools but where he truly shined was with swordplay. He would spar with me for hours with a deep guttural laugh every time I managed to land a hit. Years later I became fairly good until one day he decided to bring out his long rooted ceremonial knife, the Vis'. The Vis' was a knife a few inches longer than a foot with a blade that took a fairly sharp curve about a third of the way down. He handed me a real sword not made for sparring like the wooden ones we normally used and told me to come at him. I ran at him with the sword raised and quickly came down with it. He dodged and quickly set his strange weapon and retaliated by running it up over my arm that was holding the sword. Then he quickly changed direction and ran it across my neck. I was terribly confused and thought I was dead until he ran it across his arm and laughed as he shouted, "It hasn't even been sharpened yet!" "He quickly sharpened it and gave it to me telling me it would help me out one day. While he was doing this he told me the way that they were made. They were thick and heavy knives made for survival jobs such as cutting wood or butchering animals.

 

    It also had another use that Halvin happened to have left out that I read in an encyclopedia in Wallace's library. It was known as being a vicious knife used by the Visha clan known for being able to dismember or decapitate even the thickest of foes arms, legs, and heads. I decided to look up the Visha in the encyclopedia as well and found out they were a small tribe of bandits known for their viciousness and dark, black cloaks. I had a hunch that sent a chill down my back, so I had to know the truth. I went to Wallace and asked, "Wallace, who are the Visha?" His eyes got wide for a moment in surprise before asking, "How did you hear of the Visha?" I replied, "I'm asking the questions here. Are you really my mothers brother?" His eyes became sharp and dark all of a sudden before replying, "So you figured it out then. No, I'm not your mothers brother, in fact I'm not related to you at all." It felt like a bolt of lightning had pierced me through. "Who are you?!" I replied. "I'm sure you know who I am. I'm the creature that made you wake up screaming for most of your life." My eyes widened and body felt cold, weak, and stiff. 

 

    With his saying that my horrifying suspicion was realized. This man sitting before me was the man who had brutally murdered my family and ruined my life. I remember stepping back because I was so confused and shocked. The men that had raised me and taught me so many things were the ones who had destroyed my life. I had one question I had to know though, "Why?" I asked him. "Because we three are the last of our clan, and due to a certain mishap we are unable to have children. When you were brought to me all those years ago I finally realized what we could do. We would raise you like our own and eventually you would start a new Visha clan." 

 

    "Of course this threw me into a rage and I stormed out of the house. I ran deep into forest where I stayed for about a year using the skills they had taught me to survive. I still had the Vis' that I was given by Halvin. With which I managed to defeat a few monsters and beasts that I had found to inhabit this deep forest. With the parts of these creatures I managed to create a composite bow. I was still new to it though so the bow didn't last long, but after a few tries I finally had a good quality bow. It was pretty rough the first week or two though. I was meeting horrors in abundance like I had never experienced before. After that time though I was fine, in fact I was doing pretty good. I stayed out in the wilderness for several months after before deciding to go and see what had happened once I left.

 

    "When I came back I was shocked. The village had been burned and the men I once knew were gone. I went into the skeletal remains of Wallace's home and into the basement. The basement was made of stone so the fire had not reached it. I had never been in there before, but I found a traditional Visha black cloak; probably meant to be given to me at some point. I put it on and it was my identity from then on. A man with a funny knife and bow with a black cloak. I also found the black cloak with white fringes down there as well. Apparently left by them wherever they went. To this day  still don't know where they they have gone or if they're alive, but I honestly don't care." 

 

    "Then I headed out to fin..." I was interrupted by an abrupt and unappealing noise. I looked up and found the poor barmaid asleep snoring on the table. I laughed a little under my breath before finding a quilt and throwing it over her. I looked out of the window and saw the sun beginning to rise. "Well I guess I wont get any sleep tonight!" With nothing else to do I decided to go ahead and leave. I opened the door and entered the cool air of the outside and shut the quiet inns door behind me."

 

 

Ambitions for the Future: To experience the world, adventure, meet people, learn, and find out more about himself and who he really is. 

Personality: He is kind, honest, confident in his abilities, intelligent, educated, curious, depressed occasionally (working through it,) and a positive thinker.  He has the tendency to try and analyze or read situations or people. He also lacks some common sense since he's never really been out into the world to develop it. 

Skills: He has many skills but most restricted only to what is needed to survive. He knows all the basics of survival and is capable of them all (hunting, fishing, woodcutting, basic farming, foraging, cooking, ect.) He has a decent capability with bladed weapons and bows. He can sneak well due to his experience hunting and the dark clothes he wears. He knows how to make arrows, bows, and a named Visha composite ow. He is capable of shaping metal, but he is definitely not exceptionally good at it (the only thing he really knows how to make is a Vis' and even then hes never actually made one so he probably is rather terrible at it.) 

Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): He stands around 5' 9-10" with a medium build to him. He has a medium complexion with brown eyes and hair. He wears a black cloak with a brown tunic and trousers along with some boots.

Any other details you wish to share about your character: I want to explain that the blade and bow are practically props and I want to explain them. The Vis' is an iron sword named or not named possibly with a sharpness enchantment (but I can roleplay a plain iron sword as it obviously.) The Visha Composite Bow is pretty much the same way. Being named with a possible enchantment, but a plain old bow would work just as good.

 

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:

Mark: *Notices a strange hooded figure heading towards the palace and decided to tail him to see what he is doing* 

Mark: *Follows him up to a grate leading to the palaces sewer system and sneaks up about ten feet away* "Hey you, what are you doing?" 

The Man: *The man jumps and turns around, and he stares at Mark for a few moments thinking of what to say.* "I'm just gathering water from this grate." 

Mark: *Mark raises his eyebrow staring at the murky dark water coming from the grate* "You passed several wells on the way here. Why didn't you just get water from them?" 

The Man:*The man produces a puzzled look on his face for a moment, not knowing what to tell him.*

"Are you up to something?" Mark asks

The Man: *The Man suddenly became angry and charges him with a dagger that was hidden under his clothing.* 

Mark: *Mark retaliates by drawing his Vis' dagger just in time to block the attack. Then he manages to land a punch in the mans stomach.* 

The Man: *The man staggers back from the punch*

Mark:*Mark increases the distance in the meantime and draws his bow, aiming an arrow at the man* "Drop your weapon and surrender or I'll shoot."

The Man: *The man looks around angrily before spitting and throwing his weapon down as he shouts.* "Fine! I dropped it, now what?"

Mark: "Lay on your stomach and put your hands behind your back."

The Man: *Does as he says."

Mark: *Walks over and ties his hands behind his back with his belt. Then takes him to the guards and explains the situation and what had happened before handing him over.*

 

 

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: 

Mark: *Creeps closer to listen to the conversation and figures that it has to do with the larger men being out of food, and demanding food from the poor old man who is running out himself.*

Mark: *Walks up closer and begins to speak.* "Excuse me gentlemen."

Bandit1: *Turns around immediately startled.* "Who the hell are you?"

Bandit2: *Turns around right after the first bandit.* "Yeah who's this guy old timer? A friend of yours?"

Old Man: I've never seen him in my life!

Mark: "I couldn't help but hear that you both were low on food. I would be happy to give you all a split of mine. I carry a lot of food on me because of my long trips."

Bandit1: "Lets see what you got."

Mark: *Opens his bag and gets out a variety of foods. Primarily foods that last a while like salted and dried meats and fruit.*

Bandit1: *Eyes the food.*

Bandit2: *Pants he's so hungry.*

Old Man: *His eyes get wide from seeing so much food.*

Mark: *separates them into four equal groups.* "Now then, the old man and I will only get one share of this. You *directed towards Bandit1* Will get two shares.

Mark: *First he gives the Old Man his one share, who takes it inside the house. Then he puts his share back into his pack. *Finally he looks at Bandit1.* "All of This food is your share, you get the most."

Bandit1: *Drools and dives in eating the tasty fruit and preserved meat*

Bandit2: "What about me?" 

Mark: "Half of the food in the large share is yours."

Bandit1: "Hes not getting any of my food."

Bandit2: "Your food?! Don't you mean our food?"

Bandit1: "No, this is my food and you cant have any of it!"

Old Man: *Goes back into the house and locks door.*

Mark: *Gets out of there before things get too messy.*

 

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:

Mark: *Begins to walk by the stall.*

Small Man: "Hey you in the Black Cloak! Yeah you! Come on over and take a look at all of my wares! I have almost everything you could possibly imagine!!

Mark: *Drawn in by the mans promises and words, he begins to look at all the things the man has for sale."

Mark: "I see you have a lot of food here, and you have a fishing pole."

Small Man: "Oh yes-yes-yes sir! My food is the best in the entirety of Anthos! My steaks are the tenderest and my bread is the softest and tastiest. And sir! I love your eye for things. This fishing rod was made from the finest of aged spruce. It has triple finely wound colored line! So this way it's harder for the fish to see and when you catch that big one you have the rods tremendous strength backing you up!"

Mark: "What about the reel?..."

Small Man: "The reel...Oh yes the reel how could I forget! Yes well it has had use over the years that has really Tightened it up so that you can reel them in faster!"

Mark: "It doesn't even cast does it..."

Small man: "With a rod as fine as this who needs to cast?! Just drop it in the water, and you will have yourself dinner!"

Mark: "Alright, I'd like ten apples, 5 salted steaks, a pound of pork jerky, a loaf of bread, and only the rod of that fishing rod."

Small Man: "Only the rod?"

Mark: "Well you see mine happened to have broken in half when I did actually hook a big one. My reel on the other hand is completely fine!" *laughs*

Small Man: "Well then sir it seems to be your lucky day then! I'd like 20 minas for all of the food and 25 for the rod."

Mark: "Twenty for the food sounds reasonable, but I'll only give you 15 for the rod."

Small Man: "You drive a hard bargain, but I cant go any lower than 20 on the rod."

Mark: *Sir, you tried to sell me a piece of junk. Be happy I'm still doing business with you, 15."

Small Man: "Fine! 35 for the lot!*

Mark: *Pays the man and packs the good up before heading on his way.* "Pleasure doing business with you."

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