[Denied][Elf] Shadowmeire628

[Shadowmeire 4]

[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: Shadowmeire628
How old are you?:22
Time-Zone:GMT -5 (East Coast USA
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Indeed
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I used to roleplay quite a bit while in High School, and am a fan of RPG- genre video games. Its not about the graphics, its about the storyline.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:through a good friend. 
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:yes
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Indeed.

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

Role-playing: Taking the role of a person, thier experiences, memories, and emotions becoming your own in order to fully immerse yourself in their lives, and step into their shoes. 
Meta-gaming: This is more or less the screen cheating of the RPing world. being able to obtain info that you otherwise wouldn't be in possession of.
Power-emoting:God Mode. being able to do as you please whenever you want to.

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

Full Name: Shadowmeire Hanatori
Current Age:215
Sub-race (if any): High Elf
Past / History: Shadowmeire was born in Leumalin, and when he turned 10, his father, a High Elf of the City Guard, and also a drunk from past war campaigns that took place while he lived in the Normandor Barracks, left his family. His mother,  a wood elf, couldn't take the pain of his loss, and took the easy way out: Eating a golden Apple, and erasing his memory; as well as the memory of her son. 

 

After being orphaned at such a young age, Shadowmeire took his few belongings and started to live, begging for a living by night, and working in a local Potion shop during the day. It helped him make enough money to feed himself, and buy a small dagger that he used to protect himself while living in a small grotto on the outskirts of the town. Eventually, someone took notice of the young elf, and decided to allow him to live with them. A young couple of Humans, Kyle, and Jackie. The couple lived in thier own little cottage inbetween Kingston and Leumalin. It wasn't much. Mostly farming the cabbage, carrots,and potatoes that were sold at the market, and tending the horses but the hearth was warm, and he finally had a family, whether they were of his own race or not, it did not matter. He was also well educated. Jackie had made sure that he was taken to school everyday, regardless of the  human children who made fun of Shadowmeire for his long ears and fair skin, he made sure to make friends while there, otherwise there was no escape from his chores. When he turned 20, he bid farewell to his family, and started military training in Normandor, unaware that this was the same place where his Father had lived, slept and bled. 

 

Over the course of the next couple hundred years Shadowmeire had become proficient in more than just Archery, but had taken a liking to melee warfare, accumulating a great store house of custom made blades, flameberge, bows, polearms, and maces. However, his weapon of choice, has remained the Kusarigama, a weapon his adopted father, had made sure he knew how to wield when he was still living on the farm. He currently owns one that is dipped in the poison of an earth drake he slew on his way to his family home about 50 years ago. 

Almost as a curse though, when he finally was discharged from the military, all that training had made his mind and body as sharp as any blade around, but his keen intellect made it far to difficult to woo a woman, as he could easily see through their charms and games. It was all just a ruse anyway. The human woman just wanted to be with a High Elf such as himself, and the other elves he has such a small amount of contact with, it was like a foreign territory for him to even contemplate their mindset or how to approach them. It was almost like his own race.... intimidated him a bit...

 

 

Ambitions for the Future: Eventually Shdowmeire wants to one day have a family of his own, but it is not something he is actively seeking. Other than that there are no future plans. 

Personality: Shadowmeire is a person who is a mixture of contradictions. Having no close ties to his Elven heritage, he still has a lot to learn of their ways. However, he is a quick learner and once he believes he has fully learned something, he will move on to something else, in order to expand his horizons. Hes is otherwise very layed back, takeing a liking to reading under the tress (or in them) on his days off, or just spending time in his personal garden whenever he decides to stay put in one place for more than a season. Otherwise it is constant training. His body is tuned and sharper than any blade from all the constant training with his kusarigama, and he is proficient in several martial arts, including Kusarigamajutsu, Ninjutsu, and Kick boxing. He has spent very little time with women, as Jackie always taught him that a woman is a sacred part of nature and not to be trifled with, and indeed he saw many times the fighting between Kyle and Jackie, and came to learn of a womans scorn. He remembers very little of his biological mother, however, after what she did, he decided to not take a keen intrest in love affairs. If it happen naturally it would happen according to Fate, not his own ambition. Which is sad, as when he got older, and spent time in a couple hamlets, the children always naturally gravitated to him, and he would teach them some of the things Kyle had taught him, such as how to ride a horse, and how to take care of the earth. 

Naturally given his upbringing on the farm, he was taught early on that theft, and begging are unacceptable ways to obtain coin, especially when he has two strong legs that work perfectly fine. He has always worked his absolute hardest for the things he has, but with that being said, he is not above helping the world around him. If he saw a person in trouble he would easily help them out without a second thought. He also has no liking for the concept of money, only the things that it can bring him. As, once again, what good are thing that are not made by using your own ability, strength and perseverance?

Skills: Potion making (intermediate) Farming, husbandry, forging (intermediate), Archery, Swordplay, 
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):

 

Ive added an OLD sketch of Shadowmeire from when I used him for old text based RPs on Gaiaonline. 

 

 

[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. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older elves are mocking a small elven child. How do you react?[/b]

Answer:"OI! whats going on over here?" Shadowmeire called out to the gang of elves. they were surrounding a fragile looking elven child, thier shoulders lined up so he could barely see the small frame of the child. "This rat has stolen something of ours and we want it back!" One of the more surly elves cackled back at him. 

"Oh really? And it was something precious enough to gang up on THIS small child? that seems a bit out of place, dontchu think?", a sour face appeared on Shadow's face as he dropped his traveling cart, and reached for a drink

"Dont move a muscle!" Shadow stopped reaching for his water jug and stared blankly at the elf, who had arched a bow string at him, staring down the arrow shaft, and back at the other 4 elves with him.

 

"Marrick, i don't think we should be messing with him! He has a military crest on his shirt from Normandor!" 

"What some military grunt is going to stop us? We own these woods!"

Deftly, Shadow moved over to the child while they were argueing, and placed her on the cart. 

"Are you ok?" he asked her, wiping tears out of her eyes, and starting to asses the damage they had caused her.... she reminded him of himself when he was a child... so alone... so... strong... it was in her eyes.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?" yelled Marrick, the arrow loosed straight for Shadow's exposed flank, but before it could reach its target he reached out, grabbed the arrow and threw it back at one of the other elves with a single movement.It hit its target in the ribs with a thunk, and he balled over on the ground.

"Im taking this child with me for medical assistance, what ever she took from you was either a lie, or she just needed help, either way i would be ashamed to help crooks such as yourselves." He pulled his Kusarigama out of his bag, and started swirling the weighted ball at the end of its chain "Now, if the rest of your dont want to be seriously wounded, i would suggest you leave at once." 

Marrick rolled his eyes, "Fine, Kacey, get Rei, its time to go." They picked up their wounded comrade, and bounded through the woods, the one named Rei, howled in agony at the arrow poking his ribs as the ran off.

 

Shadow looked down, only to see the young girl was gone as well....

 

" And where the hell is my wallet?................. Ugh what a hassle!"

He shrugged it off after looking for both his wallet and the girl for about a half hour. there was no scent,and no tracks.... so he picked up his cart and continued down the road.

[b]2. Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old man with a walking stick. He collapses in front of you, falling to the ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls a small pouch of gold coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do?[/b]

Answer:O,O "HEY OLD TIMER!" Shadowmeire yelled out to him, but only heard a groan, He ran up to him, leaving the coins where they layed, the only thing that concerned him was the mans health at this point "HEY OLD MAN? HEY! WAKE UP" but nothing happen, he wasn't dead, he still had a pulse.... a shallow one, but still a pulse. Shadowmeire grabbed his canteen, and started pouring water on the old mans face. The old man woke up with a start, sputtering from the trace amounts of water that ran into his nose, wide eyed, as if expecting an attack, he cubbed Shadow in the head with the walking stick in his hand. "OW you old bastard watch where your swinging that thing! Are you alright? 

"Eh? oh yes im quite all right! I was simply taking a nap that is all. not sure what you overreacted for, Octavion, but there was no need to pour water in my face!" 

 

"Octavion? who is that?" Shadowmeire mumbled to himself 

 

"Everyone knows about you Octavion, the dark haired elf, who safeguarded Merith for a fortnight against the Orc seige?" he collected the coins, while sewing his purse

 

"Well old man, if your well, i'd best be on my way?" Shadow shrugged his pack onto his back, and grabbed the cart.

 

"Im about to set up camp, why don't you stay a while and listen to some old legends, Octavion?" The smell of bacon was more than Shadow could resist, so he heeded the old mans words, and played the part of this young Octavion he was mistaken for. Dawn was creeping over the land before he finally made his way towards home. He was a couple days late, he knew his mother would be worried about him if he didn't get home soon.

[b]3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved).

Answer: Shadow pulled out his wallet, the small bulge was starting to get kinda heavy from all the orc patrolls he had found and stealthy obliterated and sacked all of the Menas and gold nuggets from those outposts. Two sacks of Menas and a sack of gold he was going to give to Kyle so that he would have money for meat the upcomming winter months. 

 

"800 Menas.... should be plenty." there was a rather large Scythe in the back that he wanted to buy for his father, but upon futher inquiry it was being sold for 1200. "ugh, i dont want to spend any of the nuggest on another weapon. its just more to cart around... and i have plenty of pole arms at home that i could just use..." He scratches the back of his head, his glossy black hair catching a breeze that was wafting a scent of meat through the woods. he was nearly home, if he kept going he would make it by nightfall. Just as he started to walk away, the merchant yelled out "WHOA hold on there! name your price, i have to get rid of some of this stuff to make it to Leumalin this month! can you help a simple vendor out?" A smirk appeared on Shadow's face, he knew that would happen. " How about 500 Menas then?" he asked the merchant as he walzed back up to the carriage. The merchant almost flinched at this price and then looked at him, "Look Mr, thats about the amount i have into this Scythe, and i can't really break even on this, if you could just come up enough i could make a bit on it, i would appreciate it, as would my family back in Leumalin."

An annoyed look took over Shadow's face he knew that feel, and it killed him knowing he was about to ask it "How much more you need to be able to part with it?" 

"At least 700" 

"Fine, done." Shadow counted up the Menas, gave them to the merchant, chucked the battle scythe on his cart, and continued down the road, glad to finally me almost home. He knew Jackie had an apple caramel pie waiting on him at home, and was eagerly awaiting to hear any news from some of his old friends.

[Princeton 396]

 

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- Unfortunately, I am going to have to deny this -

 

Firstly, I would like you to expand upon your definitions with examples.

 

Secondly, your biography has a couple mix-ups. Although you clearly understand parts of lore, there is a large gap on the other. Firstly, High Elves are a proud and extremely racist group of individuals. They pride themselves on purity and wold never mate with a wood elf under normal circumstances. We no longer accept lore-incorrect high elves, due to the fact it doesn't make any lore sense. 

 

Also, I believe your character to be a bit of a power-gamer. He seems proficient with a wide arrange of weapons, along with farming, and a strong intellect. I advise adding downfalls as well as upsides to create a more balanced and realistic character. 

 

Lastly, there are a couple small issues with your ORQ's. Mainly, for your first one, this is quite impossible ""WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?" yelled Marrick, the arrow loosed straight for Shadow's exposed flank, but before it could reach its target he reached out, grabbed the arrow and threw it back at one of the other elves with a single movement.It hit its target in the ribs with a thunk, and he balled over on the ground." -- Grabbing an arrow out of mid air? That is power-gaming along with throwing an arrow hard enough to make it pierce skin in a fluid motion.

 

I suggest balancing out your characters abilites along with learning more LoTC lore before you reapply.

 

Please wait 24 hours after his post to reapply. Feel free to PM me with any questions or concerns!

[Princeton 396]

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