[✔] [Accepted] [Elf] Zomb1Egirl234

[Fuego 45]

Out-Of-Character Information
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.

Minecraft Account Name: Zomb1eGirl234
How old are you?: I am 13 years old
Time-Zone: New York timezone
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have read all and agreed to the rules.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I've role-played with some of my friends, also I play on other Minecraft role-playing servers.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I was exploring the internet one day and came across a few youtube videos about Lord Of The Craft, I thought it looked interesting.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: I have not applied before this.
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?: I have read most of the Elven lore and I plan to make use of it in my bio.

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

Role-playing: To assume a character and play out the character's life you create with your imagination and creativity.
Meta-gaming: When someone uses external factors to affect in game desisions. (I'm not too sure, it's what i remember ._.)
Power-emoting: The act of forcing the result of one's actions on another person.

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

Full Name: Tarien Feiariah Chirrance
Current Age: 187 (18-19)
Sub-race (if any):
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Growing up in the mining town of Ravenhold, was enjoyable, as a child Tarien always thought it was humorous seeing her father come home from the mines covered in soot. Tarien was almost alway smileing and laughing as a child, She thought everything was alway happy and enjoyable, but by the time she was 64 years of age, her happiness dwindled. Tarien's family consisted of her father, her mother, her brother Bryn, and her. Her father was always so caring and gentle when it came to family, she wanted to be just like him when she was a parent. Her father taught her and her brother forms of defense while we were very young, and Tarien's father was very surprise when Tarien picked up a bow for the first time, she shot almost dead center of the target.

      As the joyous memories of her life were created, horrifiying ones came along almost imediatly after. Her spirts once soared, and now they were crash landing. One night of an expecially warm spring, a fire roared throughout their house, destroying everything they own except for eachother. Tarien's father praised that their family was safe but baffled it was only their own home that caught flames. With too little amount of minas Tarien's family coulden't afford a home, forcing them to stay in the nearby inn for 2 months straight. One night at the inn was the worst of all things in memory, Tarien woke and checked if Bryn or their parent's were awake, but was horrorfied of what she found. Her mother was still sleeping but her father's eyes were wide open, but he wasen't breathing.

     She woke her mother instantaniously, and pointed at her father, the first thing her mother did after realizing her husband wasent breathing, was scream. The amount of tavern employees that rush in was immense and terrifying, Tarien was overwhelmed and passed out. Wakeing she was hopeing that it was all a dream, that she would wake inside of her non-burnt-down home, that her father was wakeing her up with a grin, but sadly it was all true.

     Many years passed and the family now only consisted of Tarien and her mother. Bryn Created a family with a black haired elven woman from ArmaLuna Whom was a poet. He took most of the family's few minas and left without a word. Tarien misses her brother but also envys him, he now has children and a happy life with his family, they're practically swimming in piles of minas and Bryn can't even send a few he has to spare. Tarien was 163 and she had to do most of the work in her household, She soon coulden't stand the pressure of doing everything by her self, so she waited about 10 years more, and she left her mother, Tarien appoligized to her mother in advance for leaveing. Tarien knew it was her time to get a family of her own, or at least try. She left her mother when she was 179, knowing she was reading Tarien Said goodbye, took a bag, her bow, and her quiver.
Ambitions for the Future: To find the reasoning of her father's death, Find a profession, and to start a family as her brother did.
Personality: Tarien is somewhat shy but also prepared for what lies ahead of her, She is brave of heart and knows her place, shes slightly clumsy but can right herself quickly, she can also be quiet persuasive when she pleases to be, Thought her cheerfulness dwindled, it still resides in her. Tarien has a descent sense of humor.
Skills: Shooting, Is very alert , is quite persuasive.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Fairly Thin With long light brown hair, Has bow & quiver on her back.
Any other details you wish to share about your character:

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.
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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?

Answer: Taking a stroll through the woods, I hear voices of boys younger than I, laughing and teasing, At first it seemed like a harmless joke, but then I hear the sounds of a younger elf whom must be the target of their teasing. I walk as carefully as I can towards the clearing, but with my luck i stepped on a leaf which obviously just has to be one of thhe most dried out leaves I've ever stepped on. It crunched loudly under my foot "Hey, Did you heard that Quint?" I heard one of the boys say in the clearing that was just oh so close. "Yeah, Probably just another deer." The boy whom I assumed is Quint. I walk into the clearing while they have their backs turned, holding a dagger out, I crunch another leaf next to me to get their attention, two of them turn around and see my blade in hand, "Shoo now, Yeh little vermin" I spoke in a way to make them think I was a hunteress gone mad. As the rest see my dagger they all grab eachother and run to the trees, Turning To The younger elf, I Stow away The knife And offer to help him up after it seems the others pushed him down. "Do you know those boys?" I Questioned the young boy, He nodded yes before I could finish my sentence. "Then come along, Don't worry, I don't bite." I smailed and he took my hand and I walk the boy back to his home.

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?

Answer: "Sir!" I Say in shock seeing the man fall, I quickly but gently flip him over seeing he wasn't breathing, Thinking of my father, finding him, his chest flat, and not breathing. I quickly check his mouth to see if he was choking, I look in the back of his throat and see he was indeed choking, but on something strange. Forgeting about what was cloging his throat she held him up slightly and started to press in, quickly whatever it was flew out of his throat but he still wasen't breathing, I tried what I could but he dident start breathing. Thinking to myself, I failed, I could have saved him, I could have saved my father, I could have saved the house. It's my fault. Knowing I was wrong that I coulden't Have saved everything, but I still felt guilty for it all. a tear gently rolled down my cheek, but a loud hacking noise came from the man, For a split second i still thought he was dead, but he soon started breathing normaly, And My tears ceased. "Sir!? Are you okay? Can you hear me?" I say as I bend over the elderly man. I'm soon startled by his eyes shooting open and he started a coughing fit. Little time passed and the man looked at me "You, you saved my life, how can I ever repay you?" He asked me, And a smile formed across my face seeing he was okay. "You needd not repay me sir. Anyone could have saved you, The only way you could repay me would Be to let me walk you home." I say as I Hand him his walking stick and pouch of coins. "That sounds wonderful M'lady" he said with an elderly soft smile. We walked to his home and I helped him inside, As I turn to the door to walk back out, He Says With A Grin "Take this, You earned it. Also my wife offered for you to stay for supper, would you like to?" he placed the pouch of coins in my palm. "I would love to stay for supper." as I place the pouch in my larger bag.

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: Walking towards the sales man, I see he has a supply of foods, clothes, and things I have no clue of what they do. "Sir, may I get a price for these fine boots?" I Say looking at a pair of elven leather boots. " Hmm, 15 minas!" I Look at him surprised. " 15 minas? The highest I would go is 10!" He glared at me with a cold stare. "12 minas!" he said as I nodded no immediatly. "10 minas!?" He said Obviously getting a little mad. I look at him while he realizes I'm nodding no. "9 minas?!" he looks at me I nod again. No. "8 minas?!?" Again, No. "7 Minas??!?" He Says With anger in His Tone. No. Nodding without showing any signs that I'm enjoying it. "6 Minas?!??!" No. He glares as I slowly shake my head with a slight grin on my face. "5 Minas!?!?!?!?!?" He Slightly screams. I Finally nod in approval, Placing the coins in his hand and taking the boots. He grinned seeing he made a sale, but his grin turned into a frown when he realized he just sold a fine pair of boots for only 5 minas. Smiling I walk away from the colorful carriage.

 

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