Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name:Fzlue How old are you?:19 Time-Zone/Country of Residence:USA, eastern Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:I'm confident I do. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:A lot online and a couple other minecraft servers. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:Yes I have How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:Browsing the MC forums a while ago Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/22838-my-awesome-application/?hl=fzlue That was a while ago. Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r-100-unique-gameplay/! : That application was from around a year ago. I will post this one. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Playing the role of a character in a world birthed by imagination. Writing a story that no one could ever think of writing because anything can happen. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:Using knowledge you gained through terms that did not fit RP in an RP action. Even minor things like saying someone's name before asking them. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:Giving actions to another player's character and not your own. In-Character Details Character Name: Character Race:Human Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:In a cabin near the woods there was a family of two broken people. A father, passed of three wives, two dead. Mother married at 19. Their love was real but, like all things, the cracks showed more sometimes than others. The mother soon gave child after marriage, a boy whom she treated like a baby doll. The clothes hand picked and the colors matched by day, schedules and hygiene as an idol. The boy grew fit to knowing what was going to happen next. He planned things carefully and followed his rules strictly. Keeping track of his health, his fitness, his friends and his family. When he was 5, already sorting out weekly sets of clothes, another boy entered his family. A joyous source of entertainment for anyone, but not for long. Schedules had to be changed. Plans had to be rearranged. This dark eyed, dark haired thing was going to take share of his comforts. No longer was he entitled to the first wake up in the morning. The first goodnight. The first serving at lunch. Though, he would never complain. He wasn't allowed to do that. Making new plans was almost as pleasing as following them. As the years passed and the family grew together, conflict shifting like a heartbeat in their chest. The first boy, reluctant to his parents choice of a new brother, kept pushing his plans. Enforcing the rules he made for himself. The plans would have to mold around him, the grease in the gears of his ticking clock. The mother first to serve the older than feed the sibling. The second born grew fitted to rules of his own, be them different from his brothers. The schedules were always, to him at least, things to work your way around rather than things you planned out. He understood arranging things and keeping things around. He used this throughout his life and tried to level with his older brother's standards, but the terms had already changed once. He was the server, not the assistant in the tiers of their family. As the older grew to persistence and advantages, the younger grew to ever changing backup plans. Working through the gaps. Around the rules. Finding the quickest way to do things. He used his skills to find jobs around moving things, arranging heavy boxes, laborous things. It was the elders world and you had to wait until you were one of them to act in their power. His brother was that much older. That's why he could decide his own plans. That's why he could to what he needed to, when he needed to. Life went on like that for the rest of their childhood. Never quite fitting together. The brothers talked, thought their ideas bouncing off of each others. Their parents secluded in their own businesses and issues. The elder brother finding his way into business ventures and payloads. He flaunted his cash and showed the rest of the family. His little brother always congratulated him for his accomplishments, never comparing them to his mediocre attempts. His business was physical, not technical. Commission jobs and things that charge per output. He hadn't the stride of his older brother, thought twice the aptitude. The maintenance and praise kept up to older brother's standards. The younger always reminded to look up to him. Always compared to him. Why couldn't he be like him? All his life he was so different from his brother. As adulthood hit the both of them, the older brother at 26 had already pushed his way into business. Being only 22 seemed a long way to go, but the little brother knew by now that he had lived a long time already. The father had hit age harder than the mother, who was only 45 and still quiet as ever. He bumbled about, a special case to be kept in order to keep him happy. The schedules now had to change around him, so the older brother left. He was fit well enough to be on his own. The younger struggled with keeping jobs that leveled with the rest of his life. The attitude toward him only souring even more as he fell through the holes his older brother bound over. He let his hair grow out, let his mind be spoken, and wasn't afraid to say things people didn't want to hear. This didn't sit well with anyone, and with the older son gone there was nothing else to hold their attention. The focus turned solely on the younger. Only ever reminding him that he was the second born. The lesser righted. Less experienced. He had enough. He didn't want the schedules anymore. He didn't want the lines and the times and the things to work around. He told his parents the truth and how he felt, and they hated it. They hated him for it. He would not change, and they were just as stubborn. The fights grew worse and in just a year what was left of the family deteriorated into the shrapnel of a shipwreck. The final night dawned upon the rest of them. A visit by his older brother. The news of another great achievement, the memory will forever be foggy in all of their heads. A crack from the father, reminding the lot of them once again about the gap the older brother has behind him. The troubles the younger has in front of him. No more. The second in line had enough. He yelled his terms and again the resentment followed. The ties of their blood ripped by their differences. The last feeling in his hands, the rounds of his older brothers neck. The last thing in his eyes, the jolts of his sobbing mother. The last thing in his ears, the final ringing of his name in that house. "Felix Baumgarter," His father near hissing it at him, "You can no longer be part of this family" Tempted to give up, Felix pushed ahead as he always did. Working around another problem he came across. He only knows now that he finally gets to make the rules in his life. He has the know how to get himself a job, and maybe he has the drive to get himself a name. Only time, and the events at hand can tell. What are your characters ambitions?:Establish a life of his own and make something that is really his. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:bats freak him out 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 view over his goods and sift for anything I can find useful. If I find something that pertains to my needs at the time, and my pockets bear the cash enough, There's a good chance I'd purchase the item. I would, of course, have to first ask the dwarf how much the mentioned item would be worth, and tally my differences then. 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? Dwarfs are stocky people, I would watch the firsts of it and see if it could be entertaining. I'm sure they'd be an even match, but if things got out of hand I might shout at them, try to redirect their attention. Hopefully the both of them won't have something over my head about it. I like the competition of a good fight but I don't want someone damaged for life out of it. 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 defenceless man. What does your character do?: Try to settle the man, leaving him to his coins to avoid skepticism. If his walking was impaired to an extreme amount, I may help him along until he can find another cane to buy or something. Maybe share a drink with him if he's apt to it. My question would probably come later as we talked.
