Your Favorite Impure

June 25, 2013

*A hooded and masked elf comes across one of the notes, reading it over. He slowly nods as he finishes it, but then sees who it is signed by. A slightly amused smirk flashes across his lips as he mutters to himself*

"Oh, now /this/ is just too ironic."

*The elf gives a small chuckle, before turning on his heels and heading off*

((On meh phone, so no colors and schtuff))

June 23, 2013

Name: Aenor Calithil

Age: 133

Experience: Skilled archer, Dual weilding shortswords, Novice blacksmith, Ex-Commander of the Highguard, been on the guard force since Elysium, Moderate mounted combat training

Race: Mali'aheral, Mali'ame mix

-OOC-

Timezone: PST and CST (PM me for the details)

Skype: confusedemo_o (Already known by Khel and won't have access to it until later this week)

June 22, 2013

*Aenor reads over the part about Serva and the disbandment of the Highguard*

"Bah...I was the one who told them of Serva...And even then it was a small /suspicion/...And I don't get any credit /or/ recognition for this..."

*Aenor grumbles as his ears flick in irrtarion, before whipping around and pulling his hood up, trudging off*

((On a phone so no special colors or schtuff. x3))

June 5, 2013

Name: Aenor Calithil

Rank: Commander

Reason: You know I've been active.

June 2, 2013

(( Have fun! :3 ))

June 2, 2013

Aenor shrugs "Why not." He begins to follow Izzy to the grove.

June 1, 2013

Aenor looks up, snapping out of his daze "Hrm? Oh, Karin'ayla Izzy." He chuckles softly "Indeed I did. But uh...Seth said something about an Elfess being back there...?" He asks as he allows her to take the staff back.

June 1, 2013

"Uh huh..." He slowly nods at Seth "Well, it looks like whoever it is has been taken." He frowns slightly, seeing a familiar looking staff. He walks over and picks it up "Hrm...If you need me Seth, just send a bird." He turns on his heels, heading back down the path, most likely running into Izzy as he stares at the staff.

June 1, 2013

Aenor comes across the flier and facepalms as he reads it over

"Oh for Malin's sake...It's things like this that make us look bad..."

Aenor slowly shakes his head as he struts off.

June 1, 2013

Aenor comes across one of the fliers while patrolling Leumaelin. He smiles softly as he reads it over,

"Oh, a ball? This shall be quite enjoyable."

May 31, 2013

Aenor looks up from his book, raising a brow "Hrm?" He sighs, closing his book and slowly standing up, following Seth to Ara.

May 30, 2013

*Aenor would be seen sitting at the well, reading a small, leatherbound book*

May 28, 2013

Double post ;-;

May 28, 2013

*Aenor comes across the poster while patrolling, chuckling to himself as he reads it over. He takes out his writing supplies and scrawls a note, pinning it underneath the poster that is in Malinor*

"I shall be attending."

-Commander Aenor Calithil

April 20, 2013

Why does it not show tags when you get a rank in the Highguard?

I think that's something you have to add yourself. So you would type /setname [Gladewatcher] Elrond, for example.

That's exactly it. Welcome to the Highguard, by the way.

March 18, 2013

Aenor receives the letter and reads it over, his heart becoming heavy and sorrowful. He sighs, going to write back to Luna

Luna,

It is with a heavy heart that I write to you. I wish there was something I could do, I wish that I could give you your daughter back...But I'm afraid all I can do is offer you my condolences, and friendship. Know that I am here for you, as everyone else is as well. I will make a trip to Darkhaven as soon as I can. Until then Luna, stay safe. Keep a strong heart.

Sincerely,

Aenor Calithil

January 25, 2013

*Takes the paper from Orym and hastily begins to fill it out, then handing it back to Orym when it is complete*

OOC:

MC Name: confusedemo_o

Do you have teamspeak: Yes

Skype Username: confusedemo_o

(We use skype for text chat roleplay such as meetings and announcements. We won't ever use skype for voice chat/video chat, so don't worry about any of that.)

IC:

Name: Aenor Calithil

Age: 115

Sub-Race: None

Rank: Initiate

When did you join: I have seemed to loose track of time, so I do not remember.

Are you interested in the rank of sentinel (Note, this is merely so that we don't promote you when you don't want to have the responsibilities)

I would be interested in it if I am needed.

January 11, 2013

((MC Name)): confusedemo_o

Name: Aenor Calithil

Race: Does not have a sub race

Will you require a home? (If you intend to live with someone who is already a citizen, state who): Yes

Desired District: Mali'ame District

Do you agree to follow the laws of Malinor? Of course

Desired job, current job (if applicable): Sentinel already

December 2, 2012

Minecraft Account Name:

confusedemo_o

How old are you?:

15

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:

United States, Pacific Standard Time

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 have, and I am an avid Roleplayer and I love it. I have about half a year of roleplaying experience and I have been told I am fun to roleplay with, and I appreciate those compliments.

Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:

I have read them, and I do understand them.

How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:

I actually heard about it when I was browsing through Planet Minecraft. It looked very promising and I decided that I need a server that has roleplay consistently.

Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:

Here you go:

(First Application): http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/60605-confusedemo-os-application-for-dez1320/page__p__474643__fromsearch__1#entry474643

(Second Application): http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/61264-confusedemo-os-2nd-application/page__p__479265__fromsearch__1#entry479265

(Third Application): http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/61438-confusedemo-os-3rd-application/page__p__480561__fromsearch__1#entry480561

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/! :

Yes

Definitions

In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:

To me roleplaying is when you create your own story, where you decide what you do. And you and other people live through the consequences of your actions, whether they end up making people suffer, or prosper. It is also an opprotunity to express yourself to other people.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:

Meta-gaming is where someone uses OOC information to use in Rp to give them an unfair advantage over someone or something.

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:

Power emoting is where you are describing something that is impossible, or unfair, for your character to do. For example someone could be like: *Dwarf pokes Human on the shoulder and the Human turns around. Then the Dwarf decapitates the Human in one fell swoop* That Dwarf forced that Human to die, without giving him a chance to defend, run, or whatever he wanted to do.

In-Character Details

Character Name:

Aenor Calithil

Character Race:

Elf

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:

Aenor lived in a small Elven village on one of the many islands east of Malinor. It was a quiet village that did not have very much interaction with the outside world, aside from a passing ship that would trade with the villagers every once in awhile. It was because of this that Aenor was intrigued by the outside world. He read many books about other races, and his own race along with their customs, how their governments were run, and how they looked.

The Feast of Spring was the most celebrated festivity in the village, along with The Great Hunt. But since the village did not interact with the outside world, they held their own "Great Hunt". And this was a rite of passage for the young Elves, when their fathers deemed them ready to partake in it. When Aenor was younger, he always wanted to prove himself, but it usually ended up with something getting destroyed or someone getting injured. It was customary for the Elves in the village to learn how to handle a bow when they were young. And when Aenor picked up the bow it felt natural in his hands. When the lesson on how to use a bow ended it was time for each of the young Elves (as few as they were, thanks to Iblee's curse) to try to shoot an arrow at a target. Of course the closest any of the children got was on the edge of the target. But when Aenor stood up, and readied an arrow and held his breath. He closed his eyes and let the arrow fly. He heard gasps and Aenor thought he had accidentally shot someone, but when he opened his eyes he found out that he had actually hit the target! He got within the fourth ring (if you think of the target as an average target for archery). Everyone congratualted him, patting him on the back and smiling.

Over the next coupple of months Aenor was a natural at the bow, ranking as one of the best in the village. It was then his father decided it was time for Aenor to partake in The Great Hunt. The Great Hunt arrived much faster than Aenor expected. He was nervous throughout the whole day, but his father told him not to worry and knelt by his son.

"I want you to take this," He said, holding out his hand. It was a bow, his bow, "Your grandfather gave this to me when I was your age. And I want you to take it."

Aenor looked with amazement at the bow. It was beautiful, the carvings on the bow depicted a Feast of Spring, with everyone partaking in the festives. Aenor thanked his father and rushed off, as the other hunters were gathering for The Hunt.

The Hunt was going rather well for Aenor and the other hunters. Aenor had taken down 2 pigs and a cow, and the other hunters were taking down other animals as well. Adrenaline rushed through Aenor as he took down a decent sized pig. The others decided that it was time to head back to the village, and Aenor reluctantly agreed. When the got back the Feast began, and oh was it a Feast to remember. Aenor saw his father in the crowd of appreciative townsfolk and began to move towards him. His father embraced him, congratulating him on his kills.

"Now Aenor, the village Elders have been watching you for the past few months. They've seen you grow in maturity and in wisdom. They have asked us, to ask you, if you wish to set out into the world. To leave your mark in the Tapestry of Life."

Aenor was feeling mixed emotions right now. He felt excited, enthusiastic. But then again he was feeling a sadness sprouting inside his heart.

"But what about you and mother? Will I be able to visit? And how will I get to the mainland?"

His father smiled, "So many questions Aenor. A ship will be coming to trade with us within the next week, depending on the weather. They have agreed to take you to the mainland, if you wish to go. And if you wish to visit, you are always welcomed to your home!"

Aenor looked at the sea, longing to see what was in the mainland.

"I will go father."

His father chuckled, "So be it son."

The next week went by slowly, but the day finally came. The ship pulled into the docks and began unloading the cargo that was meant for the village. Aenor and his mother and father went to the docks.

"I will miss you guys..." Aenor said quietly.

"And we will miss you as well son," His mother replied, "We are proud of you, and we always will be."

They embraced as the cap'n of the ship called out.

"You ready boy? We must be off soon, a storms a' coming!"

Aenor broke apart from the embrace and smiled. He turned around and walked to the ship, the captain helping him board.

"So, where of to son?" The captain asked.

"I haven't really thought of it...Where do you suggest?" Aenor questioned.

"Well, I've heard the Cloud Temple is a good place for travelers to start, and there's a port near there where we can dock."

Aenor smiled "Yes, Cloud Temple sounds like a good place."

Aenor is a relatively young Elf. His age is 115 years and he has no particular sub-race. He is about

6'4 with medium length white and black hair. (Note: He dyed his hair these colors before he set off for Cloud Temple, as he wanted to have different hair colors than most Elves, as he read that most Elves dyed their hair aqua and green). He has stunning blue eyes like his father. His personality is one of a kind person, but also shy since his village did not interact with many outsiders. He loved to help people in his village when he could, even though it usually ended up in a disaster. He is also clumsy, but as he ages he is becoming less clumsy than he was when he was younger.

What are your characters ambitions?:

He wishes to find out what his destiny is. He wishes to see what he can do in the world of Asulon, to make his mark in it. (And if you read further down, he wishes to join the Rangers.)

Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:

(Note: Right now my skin has a blindfold over his eyes from another server. I have the skin saved on another computer and I will have access to that computer tomorrow and will change the eye colors to blue)

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:

I believe I don't.

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?

As I rummage through my pack I realize that I am in need of some more arrows and bread. I look around for signs leading me to the market and I follow them. As I enter the market I am surprised to see the amount of people scurrying through the market. I try and find a shop to buy my much needed supplies, but they are all too crowded for my taste. As I make one last check of stalls I see a poor dwarf's stall, with a dwarf looking of 8 seasons, that is set up away from the bustle of the rest of the market. He see's me walking towards him and I see him frown a bit.

"Hello," I say to him, "Do you happen to have bread and arrows at your shop? I am in much need of it."

He looks up and down at me, as he seems to be sizing me up.

"Where you off to?" He asks gruffly.

"Well, I don't really have a set destination sir. I am wandering around Asulon, hoping for the best."

"Ah, well I do have the supplies you need, but it will be 50 minas for 32 arrows and 5 bread."

I nod and rummage through my pack as I try to find the minas needed for my supplies. I start to worry as I find my minas...but I find out that I only have 23.

I look at the dwarf and say to him "I only have 23 Minas...I'll take 3 loaves of bread and however many arrows the rest of my minas will buy..."

The dwarf looks at me and knits his brow.

"You say you have nowhere to go?" The dwarf asks. I nod and he sighs.

"I am going to visit Kal'Karik for a week and I need someone to look after my stall. I will trust you to make sales for me, and watch after my shop to make sure nothing is stolen. When I get back, if everything goes well with you, I will double your arrows, and give you 16 loaves of bread. Along with half of the minas you make. Do we have a deal?" I must of had the most strangest look of appreciation on my face, since the dwarf broke out laughing.

"I will pack my things and be off, your job starts now." I thanked him and he set off after he gathered his things. Nothing much happened in the next week, I made good sales on some of the dwarfs homeade ale, and 4 iron swords. When he returned from his trip and heard about the sales I made he grinned from ear to ear.

"Laddie, you have helped me more than you have known. You have most definetly kept your end of the deal, and know I will keep mine." He gave me the arrows, minas and bread he promised, along with a mug of ale when I was ready to leave. As I thanked him one last time and turned away he shouted after me.

"Wait! In my hurry last week I didn't get your name lad. Mine is Balur, what might yours be?"

"Aenor, Aenor Calithil!" I shouted back to Balur.

"You are always welcomed back Aenor! Always!" I smiled, and continued on my journey.

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?

As I am walking down the road one night, thinking of what I might do with my life, I hear an Orc down the road threatening another traveler. I start to trot down the path faster and I see the Orc shouting at a Dwarf. I get off the road and hide in a nearby bush. They didn't seem so see me so I decided to listen in on their argument. They both seemed to be heading out from a nearby inn and the Orc thinks that the Dwarf stole some of the minas that was in the Orc's pocket. Of course the Dwarf denies the accusations and soon they start to shove each other. It seems that soon this will become an all out brawl, and I am tempted to sit back and watch, since I heard that Orcs and Dwarves are very vicious fighters. I feel a tickling sensation on my nose and I begin to panic, or at least hold it in...but of course I can't and I sneeze. I sit in the bush petrified, hoping that they did not hear me. And I guess they must be oblivious to their surroundings, or very drunk, because they continued to argue. A minute passes and I start to fiddle with my pack, making sure there were no holes that might allow anything to fall out. I decide to listen on on the argument again and I hear silence and I decided to peek out from the bushes and see what happened. When I looked up I saw the Orc staring down at me.

"Hello... Elf." He says in disgust.

I try and scurry away but the Orc has me by my hair in an instant. He drags me to the road and throws me down on the ground, putting his boot on me and leaning in.

"You eavesdropping boy? I hate eavesdroppers, they end up like that Dwarf over there." He points to an unmoving body, who I assume is the Dwarfs.

"You don't seem worth fighting, but you look like you might have something worth taking from that pack of yours." He says, smirking with a sense of victory.

I try and protest, to fight back as he rips the pack off of my back, but he shoves me down with his leg.

"Oohhh, look at all this minas!" He declares, holding up the sack of minas I had in my pack. Which was full, thanks to the sales I made from watching Balurs stall for a week. He opened it and started to count minas when he heard a rustle from behind him. He turned around and faster than you could snap your fingers an arrow protruded from his chest. He fell to the ground, dropping my sack of minas with it. I scurried over to gather my minas, fearing that a bandit had shot him. But as I looked up a saw a hooded man, sheathing his bow.

"You okay Elf?" He asked. I nodded, not knowing whether to trust this man or not. He looked down at the minas that fell out of the sack.

"I heard shouting so I started to head in this direction, I saw the Orc robbing you, so I shot him."

"Thank you..." I mumbled. "Who are you?"

The stranger smiled. "I am a Ranger, if you have not heard of us then just know we protect the innocent. Now would you mind helping me get these bodies off the roads? They are a sore sight."

After I helped him lug the bodies off the road we parted ways. I continued down the road and kept thinking what might've happened to me if that man didn't help me...It was then that it struck me. I figured out what I wanted to do with my life...I wanted to become a Ranger.

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?:

Just as I was about to ask the man what he was doing out and about his walking stick breaks and he tumbles to the ground. A bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. I rush to the old man's side and propped him up.

"Are you okay sir?" I question him.

"I...I don't think I broke anything. So yes, I believe I am okay."

I look over to the Minas on the ground and look back to the old man.

"Do you think you could sit upright by yourself for a few seconds?" I ask the man. He nods. I let go of the man, and made sure he could sit upright before walking over the the torn bag of Minas.

I could try and put the Minas back in thetorn bag...but it would be a burden for him to carry...I thought to myself. I then had an idea. I gathered the Minas into a pile and searched for my own sack of Minas in my pack. I found it within a few seconds and emptied the sack of Minas into my pack, then filling my sack with the old man's minas. I walked over to him and handed him the sack.

"Here you go sir. I gathered the Minas that fell from your pocket."

"Eh, it dropped did it? Thank you son, I wouldn't of noticed that until it was too late." The old man said, grateful of my actions. I seached through my pack once again and handed him some bread.

"Here, you must be hungry sir." I said as I handed him the loaf of bread.

"Thank you once again son, your kindness is too much." He said as he took the bread from my hands.

"Stay right here for a few more minutes." I replied, looking around at the edges of the road.

"I don't have much of a choice, do I?" The man joked, chuckling.

I laughed and then smiled. I liked this old man. I strutted to the edges of the road, looking for a sturdy branch that had fallen from a tree. After a few minutes of searching I found a sturdy looking branch that the old man could use for a new walking stick. I walked up to him.

"Here." I said holding out a hand to help him off the ground. He took my hand firmly and stood up, using me as support.

"I found you this, seeing your old one broke." I said to him, handing him the branch I found.

"I cannot thank you enough for what you have done." The man gratefully said.

"Seeing you back on your feet is thanks enough." I smiled. "Where are you off to sir?"

"Oh, I am going to The Cloud Temple, for peace in my last days."

"I..I am sorry." I murmured.

"For what?" The old man inquired.

"That you are going to die...it is a sad thing."

"Ahh, I was afraid at first, but death can be a welcoming thing, especially at a place as peacful as the Cloud Temple." I nodded in agreement.

"Let me accompany you to there."

"Are you sure? You just came from that direction." The old man caringly said.

"It is fine, I want to make sure you get there safe."

He smiled. "I suppose having company along the way won't hurt, thank you once again."

I smiled, "Shall we be off?"

July 5, 2012

Out-Of-Character

Minecraft Account Name:

confusedemo_o

How old are you?:

15

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:

United States, Pacific Standard Time

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:

Yes, of course!

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:

I am a quiet person who loves RP servers on Minecraft, but has the worst of luck finding good servers! I'm pretty good at RP and love to be sneaky, but not evil.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?:

During the summer, anywhere from 12-25 hours a week. During the school year about 12-15 hours.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you:

To me Roleplaying is a fantastic thing. It is where you can make another person who you've always wanted to be, and then act from their perspective. It is a great way to get your creative side out. It also means that you can make your own story, whether it be a good story, or a bad story. I believe that people who RP are very creative and know how to make a good story.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?:

I actually have a lot. I RP on another server that Dez1320 was on and he told me to try signing up again! I am very creative and on some servers I've been on have had hardcore RP. Which I have been complemented for.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is:

Meta-gaming is a way for trolls to ruin other people's RP expierence. Meta Gaming is where you use OOC (Out-of-character) knowledge to influence your IC (In-Character) game to be cheap and unfair. And to be annoying.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Emoting is:

Power Emoting is where someone makes it so nothing bad happens to them. It is also called "God-Emoting. (of course when I do the following examples someone does the /me. So the beginning of the first example would be /me John....) Here are some examples of power emoting.

/me John is rummaging through Sam's pockets to see if there is anything good in them.

Sam cannot go like this:

/me Sam kills John and throws his body in a ditch.

or

/me Sam uses a spell that John cannot block and John dies.

However Sam can go like this:

/me Sam feels someone rummaging through his pockets and looks down. He sees John trying to steal something. Sam pushes John away and draws out his sword.

Those are some examples on how not to uses emotes in a bad way (power emoting) and how to use emotes in a good way.

What do you expect this server will be like?:

I was told it is a hardcore RP server. I expect it to be a really amazing server with some really amazing RP. I have been told that there are some amazing RP'ers on this server and I look forward to it!

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:

City Wars, Cryptic Craft, and too many bad RP servers to count. They all got really boring really fast and barely anybody Roleplayed. I still play on some other servers that have a decent amount of RP in it and thats pretty much it.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:

Yes I have and I will respect them and obey them no matter what.

Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules:

This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules:I swear on everything good on this earth that I will obey the rules.

How did you hear about us?:

By a good man named Dez1320.

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?:

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/61264-confusedemo-os-2nd-application/page__p__479265__fromsearch__1#entry479265

In-Character:

Character Name:

Oreldor Idhion

What Race are you? (You may only be Human, Orc, Elf or Dwarf!) :

Elf!

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race):

Wood Elf

Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):

(I'm sorry, but this might be a little long...)

Oreldor has an interesting life. His mother and father loved him very much in his early years. His father happened to be a ranger, who loved to protect the weak. But unfortunately that meant that he was away a lot. Oreldor learned kindness from both his mother and his father, and he was very outgoing to his fellow Elves and other races that occasionally passed by the forest. But things changed too fast and very suddenly when he was in his "teen years".

Oreldor was curious of the outside world. He started going outside the boundries of the forest that his parents had given him. He met a very strange human by the name of Peliculas Orenor, who was about 30 years old, by human years. Oreldor was very wary, yet so very curious. Like a bird when it sees the outside of the nest for the first time. At first Peliculas was annoyed at the boy and shook him off when Oreldor approached him. The boy always asked questions, which Peliculas would reluctantly answer. After some time he warmed up to the boy. But the one thing Oreldor was so intrigued by, was a symbol on Peliculas' arm. It was a sun with rays coming out of it, but the core of the sun was black, he was also intersted in a necklace that had a very beautiful blue gem surrounded by gold etchings... The boy asked him what the symbol was, and the man said he was in a guild of "adventurers", who always looked for rich men to adventure with.

Every other day Oreldor would sneak away from his parents and go to see Peliculas, and Peliculas would always give the young elf a new trinket to play with that he got from his last "adventure". Oreldor would always ask where Peliculas got the trinkets, and Peliculas would always say, "From my adventures young one." Little did Oreldor know that Peliculas was with a group of bandits, yet Peliculas did not always agree with the methods of his clan. His bandit clan despised all other races, and would kill them on sight, no matter the age.

One day Oreldor's father noticed that the boy had snuck away and stalked him through the forest to see where the young elf was going. He saw his son go up to Peliculas and with his Elven sight, saw the symbol on Peliculas' arm. He recognized it instantly because he was in the Rangers. Peliculas was in the Black Suns, a group that was notorious for hating other races and have been rading all of Malinor and beyond.

When Oreldor came back later in the day his father scolded him for hanging around a disgusting man like that, a human one at that. Oreldor of course argued back, enraged that his father would call Peliculas a disgusting man, yet hurt that Peliculas never told him his true identity... Oreldor's father forbid Oreldor from seeing Peliculas ever again. Enraged Oreldor ran off, tears of frustration streaming down his face. He rushed to where Peliculas usually was and caught him just before he left.

"Why didn't you ever tell me dear old Peliculas, why?"

"Slow down boy, what do you mean?"

"My father told me what you are, a member of the Black Suns!"

"I just wanted to protect you Oreldor...You're the son I never had. Now go! The rest of my clan is coming to decide what to do with me...as I am apparantely dead weight to them..."

Just out of the outskirts of the forest Oreldor's father came streaming out with rage.

"I told you to never go to this man again Oreldor! Now get back to the village, I will have a 'talk' with this human..."

Oreldor yelled, "No father, this man was there for me when you weren't. He is a good man, even if he is in the Black Suns! He has never harmed me or done anything evil! Why can't you see that?"

Peliculas put a hand on the boy's shoulder, "Son, you should listen to your father. He does care for you deeply, even if he doesn't show it. Now go! Before they come!"

Just as the boy started to go to his father there was a scratchy voice coming from behind them on the road.

"Well well Peliculas, it seems you have befriended the vermin Elves..."

"They have a lot of good in them Algoroth, even if you're too blind to see that."

"Step away from them or die!"

Oreldor hid behind his father and Peliculas.

"I will never, this boy has shown me the good in Elves!"

The bandit leader Algoroth smirked, "Your death..." Algoroth whistled and 20 men came out of the bushes with bows, swords, and spells.

Oreldors father looked at Peliculas, "Maybe I was wrong about you...Let us fight, together."

Peliculas smiled, "Lets...Now run boy!" Peliculas gave the elven boy a small shove and Oreldor ran for the treeline.

He looked back to see his father and Peliculas tearing the men apart. It looked like they might of won! With Oreldors father using his deadly Ranger skills, and Peliculas his spellsword skills. Just as Oreldor started to smile he saw an arrow pierce through his fathers shoulder. His father grimaced in pain, but kept shooting. They killed 10 men, and were slowly making there way to kill Algoroth. 8 more men...6....5....but then one of the mages that Peliculas thought he had killed for good used his last breaths to cast a spell of ice spear at his father...His father looked down at the ice protruding from his chest and collapsed. Oreldor stood there in shock. Peliculas looked at Oreldors father and screamed. He then cast a fire storm spell and killed the remaining men. Oreldor rushed over to his fathers side and started to cry.

His father spoke to him, "T...Take my bow...and p...protect the innocent....join the Rangers...."

Peliculas reached Algoroth and they began a bloody battle...but in the end they both injured each other gravely...Peliculas cast a spell of poison just as Algoroth slid a sword between his ribcage...both the men staggered and fell, but Algoroth limped his way to his horse and rode off...Peliculas cursed Algoroth with everlasting pain...Oreldor rushed over to his companions dying side.

"I can't loose you! I can't loose another!"

Peliculas smiled, "I...I want you to have...have this...." Peliculas put the necklace the boy was so intrigued by in his hands. "I will always be with you Oreldor, as shall your father..."

The boy started to cry again.

"Fret not, young one. For we shall see each other in the afterlife..."

Peliculas passed away right before Oreldor's eyes, just like his father did...

The boy wept for hours and hours, until he saw a search party from his village come out of the forest.

Oreldors mother saw the carnage and Oreldor weeping over the bodies of his two most closest mentors...His mother rushed over to his side and started to weep with the boy...

"L...let's go son...We will give them a proper burial..."

The boy reluctantly agreed and went back to the village. They buried the men side by side in the burial crypts of their family. After the funeral the boy went back to his hut and started to pack his things.

"What are you doing son?" The mother said as she walked in the house.

"I...I'm going after that man..."

"No son! You cannot!"

"I must...I will join the Rangers and learn what I can from them...Then I will have my revenge..."

The mother nodded, holding back tears. They both started weeping and rushed to each other's arms.

"I...I will visit mother, I promise!"

The mother nodded, holding her son closer to her.

The boy left within the week and swore he would get his revenge. He followed leads of where the man was and is planning to join with the Rangers. He is now 215 years of age. The boistrous, outgoing Elven boy, was now a Wary, Mysterious, Quiet Elven Man, ever stalking his prey.

What are your Character's ambitions?:

To protect the weak and help where needed. He also wants to avenge Peliculas and his Father's death.

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc):

The bow and his mind...

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents?

He is very skilled with a bow, but not as much with the sword. He loves to build, but his buildings usually have a sad feeling to them.

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format, if you do not know how to acquire one, copy and paste this link into your browser: ( http://tinyurl.com/Lotcscreenshot ):

Other Information about your Character:

My character is a pretty quiet guy. He doesn't like to talk about his past much, he only talks about it with close friends. He protects his friends and family the best he can. He also helps and protects the weak in the world. He tries to avoid fights and tries to talk his way out of things first. If he can avoid fights, he will do it.

Open-Response-Questions

Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond?

My character goes over to the scene and tries to talk with the armed warriors. At first he tries to be light and not too forceful when asking. But then if they refuse to stop after he's tried to convince them, then he get's out his father's bow and a sword if he has one and takes the warriors on.

Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response?

I would go over to him and say, "Why hello there, I hear you are selling some good quality wares, may I take a look?" I would also probably get into a conversation about anything, but not give too much information about myself.

Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?:

I would yell hello and see if anybody is near. If nobody is around I would probably leave. Only in dire situations would I take the materials, like if I was being persued by too many enemies, but then I would return what I have left over to the chest, and maybe leave a present as a token of my gratitude.

Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond?

"Thank you kind sirs! I am in dire need of some food. Could you spare some wares to a tired traveler?" And then I would start to chat with them.

You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?:

Seeing that Oreldor's father and close friend were killed by bandits, he would help in a split second, even if there was no reward. He would try and rally the people to help us, and then go retake the town!

Anything else you would like to say?:

My character is very good at speechcraft and with a bow. He is not the greatest with the sword but knows the basic of the weapon. Oh and sorry that my biography is really long... I just really like to have a good backstory... I accepted the advice I got from my first applications. What I changed was some things about my character, removed the Assassin symbol from my skin (actually re-did my skin completely), and re-did my definition of Power Emoting. I hope I make it this time, and thanks for taking the time to read my application. I know you guys are busy and get these applications a lot, but thank you for your time!

July 3, 2012

Out-Of-Character

Minecraft Account Name: confusedemo_o

How old are you?: 15

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: United States, Pacific Standard Time

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes, of course!

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am a quiet person who loves RP servers on Minecraft, but has the worst of luck finding good servers! I'm pretty good at RP and love to be sneaky, but not evil.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: If I put all the house together, anywhere from 12 to 30 hours. During the summer that is.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: To me Roleplaying is a fantastic thing. It is where you can make another person who you've always wanted to be, and then act from their perspective. It is a great way to get your creative side out. It also means that you can make your own story, whether it be a good story, or a bad story. I believe that people who RP are very creative and know how to make a good story.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I actually have a lot. I RP on another server that Dez1320 was on and he told me to try signing up again! I am very creative and on some servers I've been on have had hardcore RP. Which I have been complemented for.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-gaming is a way for trolls to ruin other people's RP expierence. Meta Gaming is where you use OOC (Out-of-character) knowledge to influence your IC (In-Character) game to be cheap and unfair. And to be annoying.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Emoting is:Power emoting is the abuse of showing what your character is doing. For example if I was power emoting (which I have never, and will never do) I would go like this: /me is eating a sandwich, or /me is scratching his head, or other annoying things that don't have to do with RP.

What do you expect this server will be like?: I was told it is a hardcore RP server. I expect it to be a really amazing server with some really amazing RP. I have been told that there are some amazing RP'ers on this server and I look forward to it!

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:City Wars, Cryptic Craft, and too many bad RP servers to count. They all got really boring really fast and barely anybody Roleplayed. I still play on some other servers that have a decent amount of RP in it and thats pretty much it.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have and I will respect them and obey them no matter what.

Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules:I swear on everything good on this earth that I will obey the rules.

How did you hear about us?:By a good man named Dez1320.

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?:http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/60605-confusedemo-os-application-for-dez1320/page__p__474643__fromsearch__1#entry474643

In-Character:

Character Name: Oreldor Idhion

What Race are you? (You may only be Human, Orc, Elf or Dwarf!): Elf!

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): Wood Elf

Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): Oreldor has an interesting life. His mother and father loved him very much in his early years. His father happened to be a ranger, who loved to protect the weak. But unfortunately that meant that he was away a lot. Oreldor learned kindness from both his mother and his father, and he was very outgoing to his fellow Elves and other races that occasionally passed by the forest. But things changed too fast and very suddenly when he was in his "teen years".