[Denied]Evangelia's Application

[Annae123 0]

Out-Of-Character Details

Minecraft Account Name: 11lucy123

How old are you?: 16

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: United States

Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:Indeed I do

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:I have played on many Role-Play server, including and not limited to Merlin servers, magic servers, medieval servers, and one divergent server.

Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:yes sir/ma'am

How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:Who hasn't? This is one of the biggest servers out there, a few mutual friends play on the server and told me about it. I also read the lore and I have to say, I am very excited to play.

Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:

Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: Yes, I have http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r-100-unique-gameplay/! :

Definitions

In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is giving your role-play character OOC knowledge in order to gain advantages

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:Power emoting os when players use emotes to describe an action that takes away the ability of another player to respond or prevent it

In-Character Details

Character Name:Evangelia

Character Race:Wood Elves

Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:

The storm raged wildly outside, the wind battering the small house. Lightning shot through the air, seemingly aiming to destroy the village. As thunder rolled overhead Evangelia sat on her bed, her head resting on her knees. Brushing her coffee brown hair behind her pointed ears, she pushed herself out of the small cot. She sighed, looking to her alabaster skin, which was quite uncommon for those of her kind. A smile played on her pink lips as she remembered her mother describing her as the moon and sun's child. Evangelia's hand stroked the necklace at her collar-bone a small emerald amulet lay across it. It's chains were made of vines, weaving throughout each other in a memorizing pattern. In the middle there lay a fine cut emerald engraved with a small lily, outlined by pure silver. The amulet was an heirloom of her family, it gave her light in darkness, it connected her with her family, both passed and alive. sometimes she could hear whispering from it, like a call to her, though she could have been going crazy. Evangelia chuckled softly, lowering herself back onto the bed. She closed her eyes, opening her mind to sleep.

The thick trees clouded the sun from view, the sky was a blur of calming colors that barely peaked through the great oaks that spread across all of western Anthos. Evangelia sat in her yard, ripping the plush grass from the ground. She was average for an 18 year old, not rising above 6 foot, her piercing blue eyes squinted as she tried to make out the figure In the distance, approaching the small but humble cottage. A goofy grin shot up on Evangelia's face as she sprinted towards the figure with outstretched arms. Her father grinned, embracing her and planting a small kiss atop her head. In his hands he held a package that undoubtably held his pray. Her father was a born hunter, this is what brought him and her mother together. She was the daughter of a butcher, and he was the one who hunted the meat. there was a deep threaded friendship that grew between them that eventually budded into a romance, resulting in her birth. They had her in this very cottage, where she would spend the first 18 years of her life. Evangelina smiled as she gracefully strode towards the cottage where her mother stood. An uneasy smile appeared upon her face as she drew her mother towards her father. Nervously rubbing her hands together she blurted out the words she had feared to say. "I'm moving to the city." She gasped out, awaiting her family's cry of protest. They simply nodded, agreeing completely and wholeheartedly, but they had one question. "What will you do?" She wasn't quite sure, maybe she would learn magic, maybe she would fall in love, maybe she would become the master of the bow.Who knew exactly what their destiny was? But the one thing she was sure of was that she wouldn't find her destiny sitting in her warm, safe cottage. She would have to plunge head first into the real world, who knew what adventures would unfold.

What are your characters ambitions?:Evangelina wants ti live life to its full extent, so far she just wants to get in her feet before starting her future, but would enjoy possibly learning magic, or becoming a shopkeeper, or anything else truly.

Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: http://11lucy123.deviantart.com/art/Blurry-Screenshot-373430663?ga_submit_new=10%253A1369354550 sorry about quality

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:

Open-Response-Questions

Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.

Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?

I strode down the street, my mind drifting from what was around me. I stumbled back into reality as a loud call priced my ears. Before me was a small dwarf, no bigger than four feet. I noticed his clothes seemed old and tattered, and from the way they hung loosely across his his body I would say he hasn't eaten a full meal in quite some time. I quickly walked past him, but guilt inward at my stomach, causing me to peddle back. I sighed, fishing money from my pocket and handing to him. He smiled a toothless grin and placed food into my hands. Nodding in thanks I walked off. Satisfaction riddling my face.

You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?

I shivered in the midnight cold, pulling my robe closer around myself. In the distance a torch light grew faintly, revealing the silhouettes across the path. The two seemed to be squabbling so I sprinted towards them, aware of an ongoing conflict. An Orc and a dwarf were yelling angrily at each other, their fists held up. I approached the two, my mind screaming at me to turn around and run home. I stepped between them, my hands pushing the backwards. "I think we can solve this with words." I reasoned carefully. The Orc grunted, but put his fists down and the dwarf followed his lead, nodding in agreement the two struck a deal and went their separate ways.

Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenseless man. What does your character do?:

I panted heavily, wiping sweat from my brow. The old pathway was not well know about, and had long since been overgrown with wild vines and bushes of all sorts. The only other person along this path was an old man, his oak cane clicking along the path. A root seemed to pass his notice as he tumbled to the ground, his coin purse releasing its contents. My empty stomach looked at the coins hungrily, knowing they would buy me a nice meal. I groaned inwardly as my stupid good mind shut my stomach up. I kneeled down next to the man, picking up his coins and handing them to him, while helping him up. He smiled kindly, nodding his thanks and placing two coins into my hands. We both went our ways, smiling happily.

[Lita 677]

• I believe you are using the old application format. The new one can be found http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/80614-official-application-format-application-rules/'>here. Please make use of it.
• You missed the roleplaying definition, and please go more in depth with your other two definitions. Your powergaming is dangerously close to plaigerism, so I'd like you to expand and edit that to be less so. Also, examples are a major boon.
• I took the liberty of grabbing a screenshot of your skin, so that you may make use of that instead of the blurry image you have.

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• Please include more server lore in your biography & application, such as towns, events, racial lore, etc.
• Please include more dialogue in your ORQs, back and forth conversation is highly recommended.
• Be aware that your amulet cannot be enchanted, but it is fine to imagine the whispers.  

Remember to wait 24 hours after this message is edited before reapplying, and feel free to PM me if you have any questions.

Edited May 24, 2013 by {Mentor} Escharian
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[Lita 677]

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