jdpowercool

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: jdpowercool How old are you?: 13 (I hope this doesn't cause any issues.) Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST, USA Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, I do. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: I used this very server as my base for role-playing. I role-played here for 2-3 years, and after a year long break, I'm back! Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: I understand them, and I do agree. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Well, I know about it this time around via my past experiences. I first found out about LOTC from browsing the minecraft forum's server sections. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: My application was from early Aegis, and was deleted a long time ago. So, I found a topic about him for proof that he existed. In memoriam of La'Tahl: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/29291-latahl-the-road-to-druidism/page__p__163058#entry163058 Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum?: Yes. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Role-playing is the act of channeling your dream character into a faux person that you mold to your own desires/views. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-Gaming is, essentially, using out-of-character information in-character. So, for instance, I couldn't say anything about the undead's latest attack when I started five minutes ago and haven't been anywhere near the event since. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-Emoting is doing something you can't. This can range from simply being TOO powerful, to being a master of 9001 different professions. In-Character Details Character Name: Toraln Character Race: Elf : High Elf Character Biography I slumped down next to a tree and chuckled a little bit. "What a journey it's been..." I mumbled softly to myself, staring down the walls of Arethor. "I've finally made it." I pulled a crudely put together book out of my sack. "I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm not even that great of a writer..." I thought to myself, as I prepared the ink and quill. I smiled, recalling many of my joyous nights at a nearby bar. I could only laugh as I pushed the quill tip into the paper, muttering, "Welp, here goes." "My name is Toraln. I was born 145 years ago, and I'd like to tell you a story. A story of one ragged, knowledge hungry, young elf. I was born into a moderate family. Not rich, but not poor either. We lived in a pretty nice, 3 room hut made from very poorly crafted brick. I slept in my own room, the smallest, while my parents slept in the second largest. The third room was pretty big, housing the kitchen and pretty much everything else, excluding our beds. I enjoyed my time there. I even had a pet wolf, whom I named Zern, in honor of my mother's father." "After a long time of peace, my father was struck with the plague. He went into a wild and insane mood swing only a day after his initial infection. I returned from the local doctor with my mother to find my father, speckled green, standing over Zern's limp body. We were forced to move my father to the doctor, where he then died not hours after we left. When I thought it wouldn't get any worse, it did. My mother was taken by the plague as well, not days after my father passed. I was extremely lucky in the fact that I managed to avoid illness, but I couldn't think about that, or anything for that matter, at the time. I was so overwhelmed with grief that I set out on my own. I figured it was the best option, considering I was nearly out of childhood and my town was being devoured by the plague." "Several weeks later, I was traveling in rags, starved of food, dehydrated, and ready to give up. Luckily, my unconscious body was found by a traveling scholar who returned me to my former sanity. We chatted for a long time, so long that I nearly passed out from sleep deprivation the next day. He was certainly the friendliest face I had seen in days. He taught me of the scholars, who devoted their life to discovering and recording the unknown. I was flabbergasted at this. The scholar took me to a library in an Oren town, and let me browse through the books. For the next few years, I traveled with the mysterious man. I was molded to his fascinating ways. I was always excited to hear a story from him, but I, quite literally, BEGGED for more mathematical training. The science of math and engineering fascinated me, and they still do, to this day. I excelled in all his tests, and enjoyed my time with him. But that wouldn't last. He was taken by old age, as he was only human. I made a make-shift grave and buried him, placing a single rose into his palm. After a few hours of grieving, I set off. On my own, I discovered many things. I was able to survive more easily, since I had grown a lot, and the plague had died down. That led me to Arethor. And thus, this is where the story ends." I closed the book, sliding it into my pack. I smiled. "I can't wait to see this city!" I said as I charged towards the gates, excited as ever. What are your characters ambitions?: Toraln constantly strives to know more. To understand the implausible. Whatever isn't recorded down and explained, Toraln will ensure that it is, whether he is on his lonesome or not. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: http://imgur.com/OREcj Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: I hope that he proves worthy of admission. ;) 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 frowned, walking up to the man. He muttered, in a stern voice, "Are you here to laugh at me, rich boy? If you are, I may as well just leave now, eh?" Quickly shaking my head in disagreement, I shouted, "No! I would never tease the unfortunate! I'm afraid I don't actually have that much money, but I can offer you a free ale! I'm friends with a local bartender who 'll hook you up with some pleasure!" The dwarf loosened up a bit, muttering, "I suppose I could go for some a' 'dat "free ale"." I nodded, saying, "Sure! Just follow me down the road." We walked for a few minutes, not speaking a word to eachother out of uncertainty. Once we arrived, I introduced the dwarf to the bartender, who snarled in disgust. "I'm not serving that dirty short-ass!" I leapt in front of the dwarf, who was readying his axe. The bartender continued insulting him, shouting, "Yeah, try and hit me, if you can reach!" At that, I couldn't stand it. I screamed at the bartender, "STOP! He isn't any god damn different than you! In fact, he is better than you! The man has been through a rough day, so how about you offer him some ale and forget about it?!" Before the bartender said anything, I chased after the angry dwarf who was now walking back to his store. "I'm so sorry! That man is a bloody racist who shouldn't even be allowed in there." The dwarf turned to me and sighed. "I don't care. You're a good person with good intentions. Just let it go." As we reached his shop, I turned and put a few coins on his counter. "I suppose I could spare a few for a hardy dwarf whose been through some hard times." I said, as I walked back into the crowds of Arethor. 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 sighed, unable to aid the poor dwarf in his struggle through physical means. However, just as I was about to walk away, I remembered a tiny little clockwork device I had devised that spews out a blinding smoke like crazy. It was about the size of an apple. I clicked a small button and tossed it at the Orc's feet, shouting, "RUN!", as I dove into the bushes. The dwarf, who made a run for it just as the Orc noticed the ticking ball exploding into fumes, nodded at me as he raced down the road. I chuckled a bit at the Orc, who was wiping his eyes and stumbling backwards. He eventually got up as the smoke died down and was able to make a very, very delayed chase on the dwarf. 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?: Astonished, I ran over to the old man. Helping him up and quickly handing him all his Minas, I nodded to him and raced towards the nearest tree. After a few minutes of bending, I was able to snap off a decent sized tree limb. I chatted with the man, ensuring that he could stand well as I shaved the branches off of the tree limb and cut it into usable pieces with a small pocket dagger. Through the use of notches and knobs, I managed to create a somewhat sturdy replacement for the man, and set him on his way. Just before he left, he nodded to me, and said, "Thank you, boy. You are truly a good person." Smiling, I turned and continued on my way to Malinor.

Hello, my friends. I write this letter in hopes that I can once more, be a dedicant. I was placed in the Lost Druid category for being absent 8 days-- Yes, it is a long time, but there are reasons. The first four days were spent on my grand task, to clean up the wilds, which is drawing to a close. For the next day, I was lost in the wilderness. I had to camp out in the woods, until I found Laurelin. The last 3 days were spent trading and traveling. I do not remember much, and I may have died a few times, as I awakened at the Cloud Temple quite a bit. (I am not lying here. Days 1-4 were spent on cleaning up the wilds. Days 5-8, I was gone for thanksgiving.) Thank you for listening, I hope you understand.

(Also, big thanks to Jpiroden. You gave me the idea to make something like this, and it's very fun :D)

~The First Day~ I had just finished replanting a forest in the wilds, so far out, it seemed to be past the Horizon. I began my trip back to Laurelin, hoping to meet a Guide Druid, or possibly even a Arch Druid, so that I could begin my training as a dedicant. I made it half way back before I had to hide it out in a small cave carved into a nearby mountain. Once sunrise came, I started my journey back once more, quickly sprinting across plains and mountains. ~The Second Day~ I finally arrived back at Laurelin, and rested on a small bench in the marketplace before continuing on to the druid's grove. There, I met a lady who wasn't the most pleasant person in the world, but kind enough. She introduced herself as "The Dusk Druid, Aeaira." I introduced myself, and said that I wanted to train as a dedicant to become a druid. She quickly began asking questions about my background, such as Where I was from, what race I was, etc. After that whole mess, she said I was now a dedicant, and walked off. I nodded off in a small, secluded area of the grove, overlooking the Laurelin docks. ~The Third Day~ When I awoke, I heard loud shouting below me. When I reached that area, I noticed that I had found the library! Inside, I met two bickering dedicants named Alys and Argos. Alys seemed like a nice lady, who liked to read. Argos was a rare sight, a dwarven dedicant! I had never heard of one before in my life, and it was very interesting. I quickly befriended them, and spent most of my time chatting with them in the library, or reading books there. Day Four - Day Six were spent in the library, studying druids and elven history ~The Seventh Day~ I lifted my head from a book, noticing that Alys and Argos still stood behind me, chatting. We heard a thundering voice, as the Bard Druid entered the room. He quickly sent Argos off on a task, and soon after, sent me off on two different ones. I dealt with it, and headed off to the King's Road, where I covered myself in bark and sap and hid inside a tree for half of the day. People threw things, and others donated. Eventually, I ended up running from a mob of people as they chased me down for covering them with dirt and saplings. After I managed to escape, I headed to my next task, at the FoA base. Once I got there after a long and cold walk, I began planting saplings as the Bard Druid instructed, only to be chased back to Laurelin for "planting without permission." When I got back, I notified the Dusk Druid that I had completed two tasks, only to find out that the Bard Druid wasn't even permitted to give tasks. I trudged through the grove, bumping into the Sage Druid Beleran. I apologized, and asked if he knew where I could rent a room. He said that it was free for druids and dedicants, and showed me to a room. I thanked him and collapsed upon the bed. ~The Eighth Day~ I awoke after a long, deep sleep. Forcing myself out of bed, I put on my robes and walked down the steps, to meet Beleran once again. I asked if he could give me a task, and made sure to check that he could give tasks, and accepted it. I was fairly wealthy at the time, and it was definitely a good time to be, as my task was to collect 10 diamonds. I traveled to Kal'Urguan and bought 10 diamonds, carefully escorting them back to Beleran. TO BE CONTINUED

I honestly love the magic system so far, however, there are a couple large issues I see. -Durability While this is a good idea to use as mana, it may cause a few problems. I, myself, am an elf and I plan to become a druid soon. Before, I was a nomad and traveled between cities, however, now, I stay in a town of my own. We are fairly wealthy and it wouldn't be hard to constantly make golden hoes, however, it would be extremely difficult if my job was to manage the town as a druid. I would need to use druid magic a lot which would burn through gold like crazy. -Racial Magic Again, an excellent idea, however, a few major issues. In order for magic to spread, people would need to be able to train magic in order for it to become a talent. The way I think of it is that magic is passed down from your race's scholars. This is a fine idea and it makes sense, but healing shouldn't be limited to elves. While they are known for their healing affinity, many races should be able to do it as well. It would be different for things like portal creation, but it would be the same thing with smelting. Sure, dwarves would be better at it, but it wouldn't mean that other people cannot learn that as well. I think that there should be a middle section to magic, nomad or scholar magic. Spells you could learn from studying something. Not nearly as strong as the original, but enough so that people could tamper with other styles of magic. Ex: In real life, I was born into the generation of technology, and I love it, its what I do. My grand-father isn't that good at it, but if he went into training for around 2 months, he'd be somewhat experienced in the area of technology. Thanks for reading, hope my ideas weren't completely stupid.