Out-Of-Character:
Minecraft Account Name:
miles1234qwer
Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?:
I Didn't Get To Go To Minecon.
How old are you?:
15 Years Old.
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:
Australa UTC/GMT +10 hours
Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:
Yes, But I Am Not The Best At Spelling.
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:
I Have Brown Hair And Blue Eyes And I Like To Draw, Write And Go On Bike Rides. My favourt Band Is Hot Chelle Rae. I Hate Geting Out Of Bed, Its The Worset! I Hope To Be A Shrink Some Day.
Oh Yeah And Mc Is The Best!
How much time could you be on the server weekly?:
8 Hours +
What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.:
I, In The Real World Do Alot Of Stage Acting, So When I Was Telling My Mc Playing Firends About This Server They Did Not Understand What Rp Really Was. So I Told Them: Rp Is Like Acting, So You may Know Something About Someone On A Server, Like There A Killer, But You Charirter Dose Not. So You Must Act Your Guy And Not Your Self, Ever Moment you Should Ask Yout Self Is This Me Or My Guy? Then I Went On To Them About OOC And IC And All That Good Stuff. Thats Is What Rp Is To Me.
In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are.
Cheating. Both Of Them. Metagaming Is Abusing What You Know OOC and Useing It IC. Powergaming Is Like Useing Comands To Make Your Self Beter Then The Rest, Also Its Things Like Mods.
What do you expect this server will be like?:
Fun And Free And Nice. But Fun Well, Yeah I Meen Fun, By Free I Meen With A Server Like This You Could Be Free To Do What Ever Your Character Wants, Like Start A Guild Or Just Have A Farm Thats Whats So Good About This Server. By Nice I Meen (jugding from the Size of this white list) That Only Good Rps Get On, So I Can Take It That The Admins Must Be Even Better! Also I have Been A Ghost Before You Took That Away And I Have Read The Forums More Then Once.
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:
A Few Other Rp Servers, I Feel Like Those Have To Big Worlds For The Number Of Players They Have, Makeing Rp Hard, I Have No Fear This Server Will Not Have This Problem. At The Time I Play Mc Theres 140 People On.
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:
Yes I Do. I Read Over Them Twice.
How did you hear about us?:
The Minecraft Forums.
Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?
Yes I Did Two Days Ago(Yes It Has Taken Me That Long To Write This Up) I Think I was Vote 1997 Or Somthing Close To That.
What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?:
Spikeisawesome, I Log In With miles1234qwer If That Helps.
In-Character:
Character Name:
Kelenta Senteria
What is your Race?:
Elf/ Elves
Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):
My Character Is 28 Years Old, Has Blond Hair And Blue Eyes White Skin Is 2 Meaters Tall.
Kelenta Was Bron In A Small Thriving Clan Of Elves, That Was Somewhere Deep With In A Forest. No One Knew What Forest, Becasue Well, No One Ever Left. That Was The First Law Of This Clan.
Kelenta Was Part Of A Holy Famaly Who Where Famous For Killing More Then One Undead. His Farther, A Shot Man With black Hair And Blue Eyes, Was One Of The Few Who Where Aloud To Leave To See The World. His Mother, A Kind Hearted Blond Was The Clan Healer.
Kelenta Spent The First 26 Years Of His Life There. At The Age Of 24 He Fell In Love With A Nice Girl Named Shathra And Soon After Got Married. Kelenta Woke Up Happy Every Day And Felt That Life Could Never Be Better. He Went To His Work At Teaching About Smithing And Bowman Ship. Things Where Good. But Life Went On. And Life Got Boring. With Every Day That Passed He Felt Like If Something Didn't Happen He Would Gorge His Own Eyes Out. Then One Day, He Desided To Make Things Happen.
It Was Around 11 Pm, And Kelenta Set Out With A Bow, Some Arrows And A Sword, And Left The Village. He Walked For A While But Could Not See An End To The Forest. Then Some Thing Cold And Slow Like A Slug In Winter Went Down His Spine. He Started to Choke On The Air Around Him. He Turned And, To His Horror His Saw Nether Portal. He Knew What They Looked Like From His Farthers Writings On The Undead. The Perpule Void Bubbled As A Tall Thin Black Skined Thing Steped Out Of The Portal. An Undead. Its Neck Made A High Pitched Creek As It Looked At Kelenta. Kelenta Drew His Bow With A Shaking Hand. The Undead Held Out His Hand As If To Say Stop As It Flew Towards Him, Its Mouth Open Wide Showing Off Its Rows Of Teeth. It Screemed. Why? Becasue The Arow From Kelentas Bow Went Through Its Hand And Into Its Forhead. It Let Out A Clicking Sound Before Falling To The Ground, Dead.
He Ran Back To The Village And Got Changed Into His Sleeping Clothes And Layed Beside his Wife But Did Not Sleep Much. He Did Not Dare Tell Anyone What Had Happend. The Next Night He Went Out Again In Other Way. He Found Nothing, And After A Few Hours Went Home. He Walked In The Back Door Oh His House, Changed, And Went To His Bedroom. As He Pushed Open The Door He Fell To His Knees Cryed And Yelled For Help. Why you ask? Becasue His Wife Lay On The Bed With An Arow In Her Eye, The Same Arow That Killed The Undead, On The Wall Was Writen In Big Black Leters: "AN EYE FOR AN EYE" Kelenta Passed Out.
He Woke By The Side Of A River With A Note From his Father "Son, I Have Sent You Away, Do Not Be Upset For I Had To, I Had To, To Save Your Life. I Know You Are Not A Murderer But I Can Not Convince The People. I Hope Some Day You Can Live With Us Again.
With Love You Father.
Ps: We Will Never For Get You."
Kelenta Stood Up Seeing The Human Capital In The Distence. And He Cryed As He walked To Its Gates.
Your characters ambitions:
To Be Accepted/Prove Himself To His Old Elf Clan. Allso Wants To Be Come A Leader Of a Group And Wants To Live With Friends. Wants Adventure.
Out in the Wilds, your character comes across a small cottage. Outside, there appears to be an elf struggling combat with two bandits. What does your character do?
Kelenta Stops In His Tracks And Crouches. He See's The Two Orcs Atacking The Elf Lady And Her Trying To Get Away. With Two Fingers He Pulls An Arrow Out Of His Quvier and Takes He Bow Off His Back. He Slides The Arrow Into Place And Draws Back The String. It Starts To Shower Slowly. He Stands. One Of the Orcs Turns and Starts to Point And Shout".
"Hay Yo-" He Is Cut Off From The Arrow You Put Through His Eye. He Stops As If Nothings Wroung, Then Falls Flat To The Ground. The Elf Lady Screems. The Otehr Orc Turns And Faces Kelenta Drawing A Small Knife. Kelentas Hands Flash To His Quiver Them To His Bow. The Orc Launchs His Knife Towards you As He Lets Out A Blood Curdling Scream. As Kelenta Fires The Knife Makes A Long Cut Down His Right Arm. The Arow Went Stright To His Hart.
Don't Know Why I Wrote A Story Just Did, But Yeah thats What My Guy Would Do Hes Not Bad. :P
Your character walks up to a shop in a quiet market. "Hello, my good sir!" says the shop owner. "What may I help you with today?" How does your character answer?
Kelenta Eye-balls The Mans Stock. After Not Seeing Any Arows He Ask In A Deep Vioce:
"Arrows. Do You Have Any?"
"Yes Sir, But I Am Afriad I Am Bit Low On Stock" The Small Man Answerd.
"That Is Not A Problem, I'll Take 30"
"Yes! Right Away" The Man Looks Under His Stand and Pulls Out The Arows.
"Very Good, Thank You Kind Sir, Thease Are Fine Arows!" The Man And Kelenta exchange Goods.
"I Must Be Off Now" Kelenta Walks off with his boots clicking agenst the cobblestones.
A screenshot of your skin:
http://www.minershoes.com/skin/view/i4f1fd82f0add1544579334371214421944214450
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