Kay Lane

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Kayninja How old are you?: 16 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Florida, USA (Eastern standard) Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: I always correct grammatical errors, and like to add vocabulary within my everyday talk. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: I have played on LOTC before as a Human, but was sparsly able to log in due to school, and restricting factors. Now that I have done a few RPs in a closed server with 10+ people I believe I am ready. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes, one-hundred percent, they seem well planned, and should come to good use in every aspect of the RP. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: A minecraft friend originally turned me to it, then I came back to find that I had to re-apply. With this I recruited several other players to join in, seeing as how they are all RPers as well. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: They were deleted.(Last app was about 2 years ago.) Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Permitting yourself to assume a character you have not had the pleasure of enduring in real life.(whether it be pleasurable or not[AKA whether the Char is rich or poor]) In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Using information your character has not collected during RP, i.e. when you have left the scene of and Rp and are out of "earshot" you happen to see information and you use it withing your future rp. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: When you use action against a player without consent. Ex: *Kay hits Jay* When Jay didn't approve of the battle. Can also include Theft, and death. In-Character Details Character Name: Kay Lane Character Race: Dwarf-Decendent of Urguan Character biography: Born to a family of Merchant Dwarves, she grew up perfecting her knowledge about ores and minerals, proper mining techniques, and how to craft weaponry. Living underground in a cavern was exciting to Kay, being an adventurer, killing spiders blocking a cave, let her instincts thrive. She liked this aspect of her race, though she had known no other way of life, she wasn't in it for the Greed that usually followed. Until she reached fourteen, being barely three feet tall, her parents put her in charge of collecting coin from the customers.With a heavy sac of coin jingling in her hands, she decided she liked that feeling, knowing she didn't ever want to worry about money. Seeing many Dwarves misplaced, and ill, she felt it unnecessary to let herself go down that path. Kay didn't think of it as greed, but as a pleasant sum to share with no one. When she hit fifteen she had excelled in hand to hand combat, and was practically running her parents merchant chain, with little effort, she knew the market, and how to manipulate it. Since her rise in status, many sought her for their own prosperity, but Kay, setting her standard at fourteen, didn't feel the same. She turned many down, even in their highest time of need, many saw this. Those few congregated, and decided the only way she would ever give, was to take. And so they did, within a span of three weeks they had put together a plan, it would take her to the darkest depths of the Dwarven mountains. That next day at dusk, when she was returning with the coin from the market stall they knocked her out, not with a blunt object, but with a mysterious liquid doused on a cloth. When she woke she was shivering uncontrollably, as she opened her eyes she saw the fir trees around her engulfed by the snow. Her coin pouch was missing, and so was her heavy coat, no wonder she was cold. The sky was just turning into dawn, and the fire they made for her was just burning out, making soft crackles. Against a mossy tree stump sat her pickax, short sword, and satchel with a loaf of bread inside. Kay eventually stood up, gathered her things, and walked towards boot impressions left in the snow. She followed them for what seemed to her like several hours, at which point the sun was at the tip of the sky, already midday. The Boot impressions then turned into cart wheel tracks, ten minutes from there she stumbled upon an abandoned log house. She entered into the settlement, looked around for any recent activity, but from the looks of the cobwebs and dust, it didn't seem likely. Kay went back outside to find the tracks she had just been following weren't there, it wasn't snowing, so this puzzled her. She walked into the forest, and walked, and walked, until the darkness overcame the sky. At the stump of a tree she cleared snow out of an area allowing her to sleep. As she fell into unconsciousness she wondered how this all could happen, and what had she done to get to this point. From that moment in time Kay was supposed to learn her lesson to change the path of Dwarves, but as it happened she hadn't, but the path would change. The path would become so corroded for her, her soul would forever behold a thorn of evil that it can never remove. As she walked on the next day her mood would change from disbelief to pure hatred, she had lost nothing, but she had been lost, removed from the world completely. Her kidnappers had shown her what a little speck she was in the world, she didn't want her presence to go unnoticed. Yet again it wasn't greed she was after, but an adventure, one that would take over her life, for her own self fufillment. What are your characters ambitions?: To make a mark in the world, a selfish, greed-less mark. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Attached at the bottom. V (I need to fix it, to fit my character better. Hoping to add a black cape) Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Her role in the world, was reversed, turning her into a stone-cold, cunning, emotionless criminal, with class. Open-Response-Questions 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? She approaches the shop-keeper, glances at his wares, then turns her cold eyes on him. She spits these dark words: "I will buy nothing, even if you are of my kind. If your wares are as as good as you say they are my pretty penny will be given by another that needs your items. If not me another five will come, to help you on your feet, but be wise patron, take what is needed, not what is earned. Give what is saved, don't let it waste. I would watch your head, don't overstep your territory." Kay walks away with her four guards in tow, as the shopkeeper notices an emerald on the edge of his stall... 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? Being an unknown figure, Kay walks toward the Orc, her henchmen ready their weapons, as she says: " What seems to be going on here is a cowardly bully. Meaning you." she points to the Orc. " Just incase you couldn't figure it out. You aren't evenly matched." Kay looks around at her men. " But, I bet these four would suit you fine. So, how'bout it? Surely they could be done away with a flick of the wrist? Right?" She doesn't wait for a response, but snaps her fingers, and her men whip into action. While they are busy, she walks over to the Dwarf, and says: " You got lucky tonight, I can see your down on your luck, so lets change that" Kay reaches into her pocket and flips a green gem into the air in front of the Dwarf. She turns to walk back the way she came, snaps her fingers once more, and her men are back in formation, weapons already holstered. The Orc lays in the street, bleeding out, as the Dwarf dances, holding the Emerald to the sky. 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?: Kay points at the old man, sending one of her men to help him up, while another gathers his coins in a piece of cloth. They then walk the man to a local carpenter, and order another walking stick. While waiting for it to be made they take the man to the market, they talk over a bowl of stew and a few slices of bread. They then return to the carpenter, leaving the old man there. With them gone and out of sight, the carpenter brings the new walking stick to the old man. From the look of the staff, this carpenter hadn't spent only an hour on his craft. The eccentric detail of the stick with its winding snakes and metal workings infused with the wood, this staff had taken the carpenter a month to finish. The old man asks the Carpenter when he received the order for it, the carpenter replied: " Just last month, by the Lady whom just walked out." . The old man leaned on the staff, not knowing how she could have possibly known of his need for this staff, and as he stood there something glinted against the lantern light. A green gem, cut into a leaf shape sat at the top of the staff, it was an emerald.

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Out-Of-Character: -Minecraft Account Name: ~ Kayninja -How old are you?: ~ 15 -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: ~ Eastern Time Zone (U.S. & Canada) -Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: ~ Personally I believe my English is well spoken, its unusual for me to misspell. -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: ~ I'm currently in High School, on the Varsity basketball team, I like to play Minecraft as much as possible in my spare time. I like to make my creations perfect, as in measure every time before building and timing out the construction. I believe that medieval times are the funnest to reenact/role-play in. -How much time could you be on the server weekly?: ~ One to two hours a night on weekdays, and usually all the time on the weekend(excluding eating, sleeping, and hygiene) -How long have you played Minecraft?: ~I've been playing since March of this year. -What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: ~ When you play as a role/character in a story or set of events. You become the character your given or that you have chosen, taking their personality, thoughts, and habits with you. Incorporating all of their details into something you can act out. I see role-playing as a story with a base, that you write as you go, the more you act like your character the better it becomes. For years now, I have played the online games that require you to assume a character, its fun to role-play for me since I can really get into it. Medieval is my favorite type of RP, I have tried others and they weren't as enjoyable to me. -What do you expect this server will be like?: ~ From what I've encountered on the forum homepage, and reviews of this server I think it will be the best Role-playing server I've ever played on. It's very organized and professional, which are two things I appreciate. -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: ~ I have played on Devient Evil (It was boring after a while, they were transitioning through 1.7 to 1.8, Plus they haven't had new players in a long time), Lost Gaming ( I played for a few months but then the admins started becoming disrespectful to everyone.) I have played on many other servers that weren't of my liking so there names were forgotten. -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: ~Yes, I respect them, plus the Lore was wonderful, it made me want to be a part of the RP. (http://www.lordofthecraft.net/?page_id=10 < The lore) -Name the 4 races on this server: ~ There are the Humans, Dwarves, Elves & Orcs ; Sub-races are Ascended and Undead. -How did you hear about us?: ~ My Friend Sinstrite suggested this server to me with very much praise towards the server. -What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: ~ Kay Lane In-Character: -Character Name: ~ Kay Lane -What is your Race?: ~ pure-bred Human -Biography: ~ "Many years ago I was born into a poor commoner family that lived off of harsh farming to survive. Rarely were we able to sell our crops, for our plot of land was too small for profit. My brother and father sought out work on big farms in order to supply us with essentials that we couldn't make ourselves. My mother came down with consumption (tuberculosis), when I was eleven which led my father to become deeply depressed - and finally by the time I was twelve he went insane... He couldn't handle losing one of the three things he lived for. Suffering from his insanity, father left me and my brother to go into the world alone, but thankfully my brother was sixteen at the time, and fully capable of being independent for the both of us. My brother would disguise me as a young boy just so we could get work, and once we earned enough money he was able to rent a room from an elderly lady, who for a little extra on the rent would make us dinner every night. She was a great woman, but after several months she became ill. With her passing, she left us the little shambled house, because she had no other close family than us. With all the rent we paid her, she also left us her wealth - surprisingly she was wealthy, but lived as though she were not. Eventually my brother met a young woman whom he married, and later that year they moved out taking two thirds of the wealth my brother and I had accumulated. This left me sad, and in a bit of a struggle, because I only had clothes of a young boys, instead of garments meant for a young woman. If some repulsive being were to try and break in I'd be alone, without a weapon, and looking like a young boy that they could just kill and be on their way with my riches. I stayed up most nights scared to death of those horrible possibilities, so I found a local who had once been a combative instructor in the old castle not far from where I lived. I paid for lessons, went to them at night, worked in the day, and eventually after hard work had been able to defeat the master of hand combat in a spar. For my fifteenth birthday, I purchased myself a special dagger, and matching sword from a well known blacksmith, in which the blades were made entirely of iron with red stone essence within the tips of the sharp edges. The blacksmith, Greg, had been generous enough to teach me how to use my new birthday gifts. Six months later I had started taking on local jobs to bring justice back into the homes of many. I did this by hunting down thieves and murders. The last quest I had taken was to capture a murderer by the name of Linelus, whom had killed an entire family just for the rush of feeling, and the cries they released from the pain of the torture. His trail of crimes, and information from the locals led me to a little cottage, in the forest outside of the walls of the city... As I searched the area for any sign of him I saw none, so I entered into the dark little house. All around I saw a rainbow of liquids, in different glass jars, papers strewn across the room, and little trinkets of varied sizes. All of that came together in my mind and I formed the conclusion that he could be very dangerous, or very crazy, messing with things of magic and inventions that looked as though they were not natural, but could quite possibly come to life. As soon as I turned to the next wall to examine it, I heard a scuffle on the path towards the house. I quickly scurried to a dark place behind a table, and waited for the door to open, but it never did. A terribly mischievous laugh seemed to echo all around me. As I realized he was both crazy and had mastered these seemingly dark arts, I turned to flee when a hand grabbed my neck. The hand was cold as ice, yet as hot as lava. I felt it burn my flesh, and freeze my entire body making me paralyzed. He said, "Intruder, how dare you impose upon my creations! Are you here to slay me, or simply one of the kings men looking to bring me in for bounty? Is it that I am too open-minded of life and death or is is it that I just do not care about good? You see, my life has been about creation and destruction, and I haven't let a soul take my purpose away from me. I've killed all intruders in my home after telling them my life story and I dont think this pattern will simply cease. I enjoy the suffering of others, but every now and then I need the company, so I'll give you a choice. You shall either become my slave, even if you are a cross dresser" he chuckled, "or die. If you try to run, I'll kill you, if you don't obey me, I'll kill you, so any choice you make to try and make to escape, will lead to a certain death for you..." He released his paralyzing grip on me, strode around the room lighting the candles with a flame that appeared from his finger tips."Okay my slave, now that I see you have decided to obey..." he paused and turned to me. I threw the nearest liquid container at him, and he was surprised, confused, and most of all enraged. He tried to throw a fireball at me, but it went right through the wall which surprised the both of us. I grabbed several other concoctions, and chucked them his way. Somehow, he became deformed - tried to hit me again with his magic, but failed. As he screamed in what seemed to be agony and confusion, flailing his body around as if it burned like a thousand suns, he threw a dark purple orb against the ground in front of me and it seems to suck me in. All I could do was grab his cloak as I went. As I yanked the dark blue cloak from him, I got a glimpse of his deformed, gnarled face... I'll never forget that image burned into my memory. I woke up in a forest, quiet, and peaceful. I'd never seen such beauty nor heard such silence in the lands I had traveled before. Still holding his cloak, I put it on and lifted the hood to cover my head. After I tucked in my hair, I pulled from a pocket in the cloak, a green and square cloth. I tied it over my mouth as a sort of half-mask, to keep anyone from knowing I was a woman. I walked until sunrise, only to find a small beaten down village. I managed to find a local and I conducted a conversation with them about the land. From this they told me I was in the land of Aegis..." -Character Age: ~17 Human years young -Character Appearance: ~ Height: 5'3''; Weight: 125 lbs ; Wardrobe: Gentle blue cloak strewn over the shoulders and lower back with an attached hood, baby-blue long-sleeved fabric thrown together to resemble a villagers, with a harness running from the left hip to the right shoulder, loosely fitted hide pants, with a leather belt to hold them up, mens' work boots for agility and comfort. ; My character appears as a highway man, but when approached surprisingly a female, that one wouldn't get in the way of. -Character Personality: ~ Kind to all, although the unsought first glance may seem mysterious. Will do anything in her power to bring happiness to the deserving on the pursuit of happiness. when approached with danger or harm her skills show, but those who have been shown don't live long enough to tell a soul. -Your ambitions: ~To own a wealthy farming kingdom where no one will starve in the their effort to make a better life for themselves. -Can your character read or write?: ~My character is a fluent writer and an avid reader. -Can your character mine?: ~Yes, mining has been her main source of obtaining Material to forge a weapon. -Are you a capable builder?: ~ Yes, she had a job in which she had to build homes for the city. -Can you wield a sword?: ~ Kay Lane has been trained to wield and use a bladed weapon for her own safety. -Enjoy Farming?: ~ Kay always loved to tend the crops when she was younger and has hopes of one day owning a farm. -Does your character have any special skills?: ~My character has extremely good flexibility, agility, swordsmanship, and has been trained for hand on hand combat. -A screenshot of your skin: ~ (Posted at bottom) l -Other Information: ~ Interested in books from all authors, which Kay especially enjoys stories of non-fiction. Kay also writes novels of her own, and keeps a constant journal of her combative encounters, which she then turns into stories.

2nd request on newer page :)

Im sorry for this, it seems I have accidentally double-posted.