[✔] [Accepted] [Human] Atoa346's 2Nd Application

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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: atoa346

 

How old are you?: 16

 

Time-Zone: GMT

 

Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes , I have read and have agreed to any rules that might have been set

 

What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: A small ammount , enough to know about OOC and it's likewise.

 

How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: My friend ,
who plays the server currently , suggestied that I may like the unique
experience that comes with it.

 

Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/88798-human-atoa346s-application/

 

Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): I am really sorry , but this isn't working for me. I've tried diffirent browsers , diffirent links to the page. Nothing is working. It just goes into a 404 code error and shows nothing.

Have you read the Human lore, and shall you ensure you make use
of it and follow it in your biography?: After my last application , I have stuided the lore more closely , and understand in detail the cities , towns and regions in LOTC.

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


Role-playing: Role-playing to me is the way that one can take on a
different persona and use it to create a role that can be understood and
enjoyied by others

 

Meta-gaming: I think Meta-gaming is doing something that could
not be seen or understood , such as knowing how to create a mythical
weapon as a Farmer. It could also be seen as knowing something that was
said Out-of-Character , such as a storyline only known by those of a different race.

 

Power-emoting: I think Power-emoting is using a action which
another player can not defend against such as "cutting Bob's head off
without him seeing". It's using god-like actions which ruin a game.

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


Full Name: Van. Derten Koover

Current Age: 30

Sub-race (if any): Southerons

Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): I was born into a fairly wealthy family , in the town of Ager. My mother was fairly well known for her adventures into writing , often talking about them in great detail. Most of her work has been either burned and forgotten. It was mostly tales of heros and everyday life. My father was a bard , often singing about deeds that no man should ever complete. Ventureing deep into the unknown holes and hatchs of Kal'Azgoth. Killing thousands of Orcs in the barren Wilderness. He was full of himself. He died at the hands of a petty theif when I was five years of age. My mother sold her work when she could , making small ammounts of minas.

 

When I became eight years old , my life to a turn for the worst. My mother feel ill with Ki'katta , and died a short while later. They say death is rare with Ki'katta. I brought to a writer's house , which was covered by vegatation. It most mostly natural , but some flowers grew on the railings of the house. It was made with the darkest bricks I have even seen. Small cracks grew up the wall that sprouted stems of green , soft plants. I thought the man was crazy the first time I was him. He was dressed entirely in white , with black leather shoes which attracted most of the dust in the room. I soon came to know this man as Redriv. He wrote books for a hobby , and was a Matchmaker for a occupation. He was fairly good from what I hear of him.

 

At the age of eighteen I was sent out to find my own way in life. He sent me to the capital , Abresi. I wanted to learn more about books and how they flowed into pages like sinew. I spent five years studying basic writing techniques , and dabbled a small ammount into Orc tounge... Lat mi mojo Quikspawn. At the age of twenty-three , I grew bored of most books. I wanted to become something more then my mother or my father. I began work on learning simple sword swings. Needless to say , this failed. I ended up with the tip of the sword in my foot.

 

Once again , I began work into books after my horrible ambitions. I learned more advanced ways to write , I even practiced poems and ballads in my free time. This carried on for a few more years. My twenty-eighth birthday is when I met my first challange. I started to travel to and fro the Wilderness , often to find insperation. I met a lone Orc. He stood atleast six foot high. I think he wanted me to hand over my books on writing. I attempted to communicate , but he would continue to press on for my books. Ever more his hand moved for his gleeming battleaxe. I decided not to risk my life and just hand them over. I had lost most of my belongings going into the Wilderness. But it was still quite entertaining.

 

Now my life is going to take another turn. What new wonder await me? What new people will try and get the better of me? I hope to find out.

 

Ambitions for the Future:[/b] Derten seeks to entertain those with rich tastes in literature. His first class books are what keep him alive. He wishes to seek more into these books and develop his skills as a famous writer
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Derten also wishes to learn more about the Orcish lifestyle. He wants to know how they think , what they eat , and how they fight. He wants to record these findings , and hand them onto anyone who might be intrestied.

 

Personality:[/b] Derten has always been quite pronounced in the way he speaks. He will always try to impress others with his words , and will often try very hard to make his words twist the way others think. He is very creative , as more writers are. He is curious , up to the point where he could get in trouble for it. He has a keen eye for rare things , such as Tomes and forgotten Ballads. He is intelligent , knowing a small ammount of Orc tounge. He is wise , knowing right from wrong , and often telling others his choices. He hates animals , most of his hate comes from his pet wolf ,Franklin, that he wishes he could forget.

 

Skills:[/b] Derten knows most thngs that everyone should. He can speak the native tounge flawlessly , unless that native tounge is Orc , then he knows a small ammount. He has studied long and hard and can write his own poems and ballads , aswell as tales and adventures. He has a way with words , some find this annoying , others find it useful. He is good with money , knowing his currency and numeracy to the letter. He can't weild any tool to save his life. He is very handy with his quill and ink.
 

Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):[/b] Derten stands at around six feet tall , with peach-like skin that most tend not to notice. He has a small ammount of marks on the right side of his face from falling a sleep on a desk. He has chesnut coloured hair , which flails in the wind. He wears full black , with a brown cloak which he uses for warmth . His eyes have a brownish tint but are mostly blue. He wears a belt , often holding his books and writing equipment. He hauls around a backpack for storage , aswell as a counter balance.

 

 

Any other details you wish to share about your character:[/b] He hates Ale. But when he drinks it , he will want more.
 

[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:
Derten , noticing the man and his elegent moves towards palace , would ponder if this would make a good tale to write about. He would then notice the men dressed in plate and chainmail. He begins to run over to them , first with a walk , then with a stride. He tells the men of the dark figures.

 

"A figure , about five foot tall , came sneaking into this general area. He looked as if he was heading towards the Emperor's palace. Is there anything you could do to stop this man?"

 

"Yes", one of the men replyied , "We've been looki'n for that one all night , come on Gregare..." The guards were clearly drunk , or under some kind of spell. Derten had read about magic , how it could be used to twist very souls.

 

Suddenly , he heard the rissssssssp of a blade emerging from it's scabbard. Suddenly , nothing.

 

Derten awoke with a swelling headache. The figure he saw before must of wounded him... Derten checked his belongings , and looked for the guards. He saw nothing but the barren street he was in. The guards must of left? Derten , while holding his head , drudged his way back to his house.


[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:
"Why?" , Derten asked himself , "Why must I , the most famous author in all of Anthos , take up a blade?" Just then he heard a snap. He turned left to right. The lush trees were coming to life around him. Rich soil , wet from rain , became his interest. But then , he heard a cry for help. He looked to the north. A man , clearly old then him , was being held up by a mercenary of some kind. Derten looked around for some stones or twigs. He never could take on both the men with his phyiscal state. A river , a few feet from the cottage , was filled with pebbles. Slowly , he climbed his way down to the bed of the river.

 

"OI!" One of the men must of spotted of Derten , or why would they be calling?

 

"YOU WALK AWAY , RIGHT NOW!" It was surely them , but Derten was still staring down at the water , stunned by the voice of the man.

 

Trud , trud , trud. A sudden loss of air. The man had Derten's throat in his grasp. The man could choke Derten to death within a few momments. "You deaf or somethin'? GET OUT OF 'ERE!"

 

Derten was dropped to the ground like a stone. His landing was rough , landing on some sharp stones in the river. Derten began running up the slope he came from. Back to his safe home.

[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: Derten found the area inside the capital boring , there was never much to write about. The birds always cheeped the same song , the men and women always said goodbye in the morning. Nothing new became of this boring city.

 

"Top quality items! Come and get 'em!"

 

To Derten's left was a wooden stall. The top of it was covered with red wool , dyed in the city. He could tell , the same dye was used for his bed. He wondered if he could obtain "Germain's Eperns". This book contained knowledge of travel. Traveling was always a safe topic to write about. Aswell as Dwarfen deeds. These sold the most , he found. Derten made his way to the stall , avoiding the plants are benches that scattered his way.

 

"I'm looking for a book... Germain's Eperns , It's quite rare"

 

"I might have that... Hold on a second..." He looked around his stall , which was cluttered with junk. Swords , drinks , herbs. If you could think it , it was there. He drew back some linen to reveal a tanned leather cover , large green words spelled out GERMAIN'S EPERNS INTO TRAVEL. The book I needed was within touching distance.

 

"50 pieces. No higher , no lower" Derten told the man.

 

"I'd say that a' fair deal..." The man picked up the book and was about to place it down when...

 

"60 pieces" Another bidder for the book had come. A elf , clearly of noble origin. He did not look at me or the man , just at the book. This man could spend 500 pieces on this. There was no way I could afford it.

 

"70 pieces" Derten proclaimed.

 

"75 pieces" This man was not giving up.

 

"80 pieces" How far could this man go?

 

"Let him have it. It's not worth what he's paying for it" And with that , the elf walked away , back into the street.

 

Derten had left with a new book to study , and a new story to write. This was not such a boring day after all.

 

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