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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: spinx42531
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone:(North America) Central Standard Time
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Yes
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Friends from a different 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):http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-anthos-officially-t-h-e-1-roleplay-server/page__st__2020#entry20471741
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: The act of immersing oneself into a fictional character.
Meta-gaming: Using information that isn't supposed to be in-game, or using information your character might not know.

Power-emoting: Unfair actions or emotions that may ruin someone else's experience. Example:

Joe comes behind Bob

Joe then grabs a stick, and spanks Bob in the bottom, Bob falls in a pool, and drowns.

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

Full Name: Gavino Alario

Current Age:54
Sub-race (if any): Half Southeron & Northerner
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):

Day of Birth

Ildicia, Holy Oren Empire

Velia was in labor. The white-cloaked paramedics were doing what they could to ease the babe out. It was a difficult delivery, He (the baby) was coming arse first. after a few more tries and pushs, the child finally slipped from the womb. Minutes later, Veila was clutching the crying newborn, saying his name over and over, in ragged breaths,"Gavino. Gavino." She didn't notice her husband, Amkaos, slip from the infirmary, beer in hand, never to be seen again.

IIdicia, Holy Oren Empire

Six years later

Gavino sprinted from the school house, youthful legs bounding to the nearby cart, he jumped on the side, gripping the handle. The driver didn't notice over the sawing of wood. Gavino, grinning, held on, slowly making his way to the back of the cart, full of saws and axes. As he turned into the back, a group of the Monastic Order ran by, robes flowing, through the gate that led to the Wilds. Gavino looked on confused, the grin turned to a frown. The Order was here as long as he can remember, and his mother was a part of them, ever since his father left. He swiftly jumped from the cart, ran through the alleys, shoes crunching on the gravel. He dove into his house, only to find it ransacked, and not a sign of his mother. The only clue was the symbol of the Church, painted on the wall.

Various places in the Holy Oren Empire

15-33 years later

Gavino was 21, working odd jobs to keep his mothers house ever since she left, with hopes she might come back. But on this one bright afternoon, he was cleaning the local sawmill, when a grey cloaked man appoached him. " I am Amkaos." the stranger said." Can I help you...Amkaos?" Gavino replied, his brow furrowing as he tries to recognize him. Amkaos laughs heartily as he removes his hood, " Yes, where is your mother, son?" Gavino thought he said "son" because he is on the older side. " She... is gone." he admits. "Hm...  and how did she become... gone?" questions Amkaos. With that question, Gavino left IIdicia with Amkaos, to search for his mother. He ask once why he wanted to find his mother so much, and he said, "We are... old friends.

Time passes... Gavino is now 37, Amkaos is in his late 60s...

Gavino and Amkaos are under brown thicket, wrapped in brown cloaks, the Krughai searching party is combing the area nearby, footstep crunching around them. The pair have searched deep in Malinor and now The War Uzg, to deep actually. They attempted to slip into a Krughai camp, after hearing that they have captured some trespassing humans, only to accidentally burn a Wargoths tent, knocking a lamp into it. The orcs have been chasing them for the past few hours. This is there newest hiding spot.

Amkaos was cursed during there time in Malinor, after getting caught in a Sentinel's house. He cough blood at random times, with a lingering heart burn afterward. Of course he had to cough and wheeze as they hid. Various calls and warnings in Blah sounded all around as Amkaos coughed. They both shot out of the thicket, only to be confronted by the Krughai. They drew there blades, Gavino rushed into the half circle, only to make a desperate parry as a axe swooshed right deside him, he stumbled, and Amkaos sword darted from his other side, impaling the attacking orc. Gavino rolled underneath a ax swing, Amkaos feinting high on a orc, only to spin around and slash the soldier in the torso. Gavino was almost surrounded as he recovered from the roll, and simply rolled again through the dwindling gap in there lines. Amkaos quickly barked, "Run!" as he parrys a spear thrust, kicks at the orc, and jumps in to the woods, Gavino also running, in the oppisite direction. A hour of hiding and running, Gavino finally reachs there agreed meeting spot, there camp. Amkaos was already there, on the ground, in a pool of blood. The bodys of two orc sprawled around  him. Gavino doesn't have time for burial, more Blah yelling orcs behind him, crashing through the woods.

Gavino is now 54-Present Day

Gavino has give up hope for his mother, he did when Amkaos died. He doesn't know Amkaos was his father, nor will he probably will. 

  Ambitions for the Future:[/b] To make his life worth something.

Personality:[/b] Gruff, doesn't care to much on what happens around him
Skills:[/b] Adept with a blade, somewhat strong, wise, free running, throwing knives
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/1389702/old-man/

Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] he learned most of his skills from traveling with Amkaos, who was a former member of the Order of the White Rose.

[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: With a sigh, I walk slowly behind, trying not to make much noise, about a yard away from him he turns, hand to his belt. "Now friend, if you try anything, my screams will most likely hear, and that won't be good for any of us." I say in my best calm voice, but my arms are in spasm, palms sweaty.

He scratches his heard," Oi I could just slit yo' neck, with ou' a sound. I gulp, slowly reach behind my back. He starts to run, as he is about to turn the corner I have finished calculating the angles and velosity of the throw. The knife spins menacingly in the dark. He cries out, not in pain, but in surprise.

The throwing knife has clang against the cobble wall, sparks showing the man. The nearby guards, hearing the clang and shout rush to see  whats happening. I walk away as the man is questioned. 

 

[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: I quickly asses the situation, bandits standing a yard apart, also a yard away from the older gent, but there sword are a lot closer. I am to old for a straight frontal assault. I filed the information away as I crouched down, and using the trees as cover, get to a better position, the bandits are now to the side of me. I quickly remove my helmet, and comb my hair with my hand, draw the sword, still in its sheath, and stroll into the clearing.

"Hello my fine gentlemen!" I say in my best merchant voice, whilst hold the sword by the sheath." Are you in need of this magnificent blade!" I screech as I come to a puttering stop. The all look at me, startled." The very blade forged in mighty Malinor and tempered in The War Uzg!" Even more perplexed, one of the bandits mutters," What?". I quickly say." Yes Sir! This very fine long sword! Give it a hold!" I unsheath the blade, and bow to a kneel, holding the blade out. "Give it a try!" The clostest bandit, being so bright takes the blade, holding the point towards his stomach, examining the very ordinary blade. My grin reaches my ears."Very good." I practically shout as I jump up, grab the pommel of the outstretched blade and thrust it in to his stomach, blood oozing out. The other bandit, who where still surprised, and know even more so, stay stock still, but as he was about to move, a small iron blade pops from his side. The old man pulls the blade away. He has enough time to see a leather clad man merge with the deep forest


[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: " Do you have a helmet?" I say as I reach the stall, still clad in leather armor. sword resting at my side. " Yes! A very fine leather helm, from the best cow and tanners!" He screeches, spittle flying into my mouth." Only 10 Minas!" He continues as he practically throwed the leather helmet on the table. Only having 5 Minas, I try some speech craft." Hm... The edges are somewhat dull, where did you get this?" He hesitates," Er... From a trusty client..." I see a opportunity," Ah, is it the trash?" I counter," I say its half the sell, 5 Minas." He wets his lips." Seven."

"Five"

"Six" 

"Five"

"Five and and your gloves?"

"Five"

"Fine!" He yells, nearby customers stare at him. "Five and were done." He whimpers. I smile at him, and drop the coins on the stall. He cowers in the stall as he shoves the helm forward." Where did you get it anyway?" I ask as I slip the helmet on. " Some old man said he found it outside his house, right after he was about to get robbed." He mumbles. I grin as I stroll out of the colorful market area.

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