[Denied]Dwarf Application

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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:pearsonflynn



How old are you?: 14



Time-Zone:Eastern Time



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



What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have no experience of

role-playing before.



How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I watched a youtuber play

it.



Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:

 

http://www.lordofthe...rf-application/

 

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/88973-dwarf-application/

 

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/89280-denieddwarf-application-3rd-try/

 

Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do

so (link above):no



Have you read the Dwarven 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: Role-playng isplaying a role or topic in a game. For example, a
haughty noble would be scornful to those below him. You basically live the life
of another person.



Meta-gaming: Using unauthorized information not provided by the server. For
example, if a server says you can only kill using an axe, using a sword because
of its advantage would be meta-gaming



Power-emoting:  Saying something that
doesn’t allow anyone else to have any imput. An example is if I say that “I
have killed a noobtoober, then I steal his money.” It basically restricts
anyone else from implementing their imagination.







In-Character Information:



Complete the following biography on your character:







Full Name: Pearson



Current Age:20



Sub-race (if any):none



Clan (if any):none



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

 

 I first came to this world living in little more than
a boxful of hay. My mother’s and my father’s name were Lyra and Dangoff. We
were born in the streets, living off the crumbs off the tables of the
noblesEven before I could walk, my father taught me to pick a lock and
pickpocket strangers. He always said in a kind way, “only steal what we need, save
the rest for others like us.” It would be many seasons before I understood why.
Though it may seem cruel, it was the only way for dinner to be on the table.
When I was 7 season old, my father then taught me the lore of Kal’Azgoth and
how the nobles lived. I remember his voice well whenever he talked about the
nobles. It was always in a harsh, angry demeanor.  I eventually realized why, for with .

 

 

 

It all started one day when I was liberating the weight off
people in the marketplace. I remember holding a hefty amount of vittles.
Counting my loot, I quickly crept into one of the backstreets.  There would be meat on the table at last. I
remembered drooling as I walked towards my parent’s house, the roof of one of
the taverns.

 

 My father was proud
that his son had brought in meat, for we didn’t eat any since last month. While
feasting, I heard a sound.  It was the
royal messenger of the king blowing his horn, the horn for war. I had never
heard such a sound, it promised adventure and glory to those brave enough to
uptake the dangerous quest. Yet, when I looked into my parents’ eyes, I saw
pure fear. With his hands trembling, my father told my mother and I to stay
hidden. Then, he went off the roof and walked shakily towards the sound of the
horn. I remember asking my mother what was happening. I could see that she was
barely holding back tears. She told me to shush and hide on the roof.

 

The Kingdom of Urgan was calling all adult males to join the
crusade against the Orcs. I remember seeing on the day my father left. He was
wearing basic leather armor and a stone sword by his side. If I had known he
was going to join the King’s shock troopers, I would have fought to get him
out. The shock troopers were the platoon of men who strike hard and fast. They
often killed off hordes of foes, but at the cost of many lives. It was also not
rare for entire shock trooper platoons to be wiped out.

 

My mother, grieved beyond despair, often went into a coma of
crying. I tried to cheer her up; giving her the finest food I could swipe.
However, she refused to eat. I remember her last words to me. They were, “I’m
sorry Pearson that you weren’t born into a noble family. I’m sorry that you
will lose your father because he isn’t a noble. I’m so…..sorry.” Three weeks
after my father’s leave, my mother died from sheer grief.

 

Eventually the war was over. I was one of the first at the
gates. I eagerly waited for my father’s face, as did others. However, the only
person left in my father’s platoon was a fat dwarf with a pudgy stomach. His fat
fingers could barely fit into the chainmail glove he was wearing. I knew
instantly by his choice of armor that he was the leader of the platoon and most
definitely a noble. He was complaining out loud that he would have crushed the
Orcs if he only had nobles instead of worthless peasants.

 

 

 

I was angered beyond belief once I heard those words.  I grabbed a pile of rocks from the gravel
street and threw them at the noble in anger. “Don’t you ever say that they were
worthless peasants!” The  noble gave a sound
of a struck pig. He ordered my arrest. However, I already had my revenge and
had disappeared into the crowd of worried onlookers. The noble was forever
shamed in the face of everyone. However, I wasn’t worried about that, for I now
knew a new lesson. If you are wealthy, you can lead men to greatness, or you
can lead them to despair. I felt power in my chest. With my dead parents
walking beside me, I venture forth to create a new order.

 

 

 

Ambitions for the Future:

Pearson desires to create a noble guild of dwarfs to squash injustice.

 

 

 

Personality: Pearson is usually a somewhat affable dwarf.
Yet, when he is struck with the memories of his parents, he becomes solitary
and filled with rage.



Skills: Pearson is skilled in combat and a somewhat good archer. He is adept at
picking locks and pickpocketing. Though he is yet to know this, but he has the
potential to be a great brewer.



Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your
skin):http://www.minecraft.../dwarf-warrior/



Any other details you wish to share about your character: He likes to

explore and discover new things.







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: I felt the allure of the diamonds. However, I knew many of the bedtime
stories told about the downfall of greedy dwarves. Yet, I felt that the
diamonds were meant for me. I quickly gathered my senses and looked around.

 

 

 

I then took out a piece of rope and a wooden log. I then
took hours chipping away at the wood until it was in an ideal shape. I then
tied the rope around the wood. Eventually the chiseled wood and rope turned
into the shape of a grappling hook.

 

 

 

I then took it and lassoed it to the other side. With a deep
breath, I jumped and successfully got to the other side.  Grabbing out my pick, I then chipped at the
coveted ore. However, I was careful to bring ongly small amounts of ore with me
to prevent the rope breaking on my way back. It took twelve trips, but I
eventually gathered up all the ore. With a quick prayer to the gods, I then
marched into town, searching for a crafting table.  The next day, I strode out of town carrying
epic diamond armor and of course my trusty diamond sword.

 

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: “This is cruel” went through my mind. I crept into a corner of my seat
and slowly drew out dual diamond swords. However, I was careful to not raise
alarm. I then pretended to be drunk and dropped my head on the table.  The thump alerted the two shady dwarves. With
closed eyes, I prayed that they would not notice my hidden weapons. With a
grunt, the two dwarves continued toward the crying dwarf.

 

The two shady dwarves crept to each side of the crying dwarf
and whispered something in his ear. I did not catch wind of what it was, but
the crying dwarve instantly tensed up.

 

“I don’t have any more money” he cried.

 

“Well, then sell your possessions” they responded.

 

The crying dwarf obviously had no possessions other than the
toy hammer.  He tried to hide it from the
shady dwarves but one of them spotted it. Both of them took one of the Dwarf’s
arms and pinned him down until they could take it from in. One of them lifted
it up, pointing it towards the dim tavern light. It was of good craftsmanship
and was definitely worth its weight in gold. The two shady dwarves laughed and
then left the tavern while jeering at the now sobbing dwarf.

 

I could not take it. I drew my swords and rested it on to
the backs of the two shady dwarves. I told them to return it, but they refused
to. I drew back my arms, ready to swipe. The two shady dwarves then look
nervous and started begging for forgiveness. They dropped it humbly by the
crying dwarf and then begged to be forgiven. I granted them a chance, after of
course I punished them. I stripped the two dwarves of their money and their
badge of office. Now, they were little more than wandering vagabonds. They
threatened to get revenge, but I never worry about words, just actions.

 

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:  I asked him, what was the catch.
The barkeeper claimed that it was on the house. So, not wanting to continue to
look at a gift horse in the mouth, I drank some ale with him. The ale was of
the apple variety. Once drowning a mugful, I began to feel the tingling feeling
in my head. I knew it was starting to cloud my senses. I took a glance out of
the window and saw that the sun was setting. It would be best if I find
shelter. I asked the barkeeper, “any rooms on sale.”

 

He replied in a gruff voice, “Sorry mate, got all me rooms
filled up.”

 

I asked if there were any nearby inns I could rest at. He
replied, “None I no of traveler, You can sleep on thee floor tonight matey.”

 

I thanked him for the generous offer. I ordered up another
free mug of ale. While drinking this one, I complimented him for serving such a
flavorful drink. He beamed with joy and started to tell me, “it’s me old grandmother’s
recipe. It’ll bring the shine to your hair and the iron in your bones. It is
created us….” However, I didn’t hear the rest, for his voice was the one of a
storyteller. I soon blanked out .

 

Once the rooster crowed I woke with a stinging headache. Unused
to such mental pain, I decided to try and fall asleep again to escape the pain.
However, that soon turned up fruitless. 
A voice called out suddenly“Got a head-bonger don’t ya”  shocking me to awakeness. The barkeeper
offered me a wet towel to help with the headache. After washing my face, I
looked outside. The weather was fine and dandy. I then left the tavern hoping
to find some adventure. However, before I left, the innkeeper gave me a cask of
his finest apple ale. He spoke with a wink, “keep this one tah give you some
good luck on ye adventure.” Unable to refuse such a jolly dwarf, I accepted and
went eastward, towards adventure and wealth.

 

 

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