(A quick note: Though I am a returning character I felt it more fitting to start fresh, if this is a problem let me know and I'll gladly follow any special steps or procedures required to come back to the server)
Out-Of-Character
Minecraft Account Name:
Adagea
How old are you?:
20
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:
Alaska Standard, US
Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:
I believe I do, though I can't say I'm the perfect linguist I do my best to avoid grammar and spelling mistakes.
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:
I'm not sure how to describe myself, it's hard not to be biased. I guess the best I can do is to say that I enjoy the action and reaction of talking to and playing with other people. In other words, I live and play for the theatrical side of life.
How much time could you be on the server weekly?:
That depends entirely on how my situation changes. I could be on as much as several hours a day or as little as an hour or two every other day, depending on when I get my job and what the hours are.
What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you:
I know a lot about roleplaying from experience. It's all about who your character is, what they've been through, and how they would react to the situations they're in. Roleplaying, especially on a server such as this, is about being the person on the screen as best as you can.
What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?:
I've roleplayed on many sites and servers, including this one! Though it's been a long time I don't think I've quite lost my touch with roleplaying.
In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is:
Meta-Gaming is the act of your character using knowledge that they've never learned, such as that the rumbling around the corner is a dragon when you've never heard or seen a dragon, or if you read on the forums that someone's doing something and you just so happen to purposely show up in that spot for no real reason.
In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is:
Making yourself somehow better than another person without good reason, such as dodging every sword swing or automatically scoring hits against someone who would otherwise be able to avoid the blow.
What do you expect this server will be like?:
I expect it to be as it was before I left, a fun environment full of fun people.
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:
Numerous servers that I can't even list on one hand. I usually leave because of a lack of challenge or content, a dwindling playerbase or abusive moderators/admin
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:
Yes, of course
Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules:
As stated above, yes :P
How did you hear about us?:
I can't honestly remember, but after spending some time working out what the name was I found you again through your website!
Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?:
Yes, but I don't seem to be able to find it on my content list, leading me to believe that it was moved or deleted.
In-Character:
Character Name:
Leyu Khel'onn
What Race are you?:
Half-breed, part elvish and part human.
What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race):
The elvish half attributes dark elf blood
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.):
Born of the drunken union of her Dark Elf father and Human mother, I was very different from the children I played with. As a young girl nobody seemed to care very much that I didn't look quite human, my dark, ashen skin and sharp ears being a not-uncommon sight. I grew up being very fair of skin, with black hair and blue eyes. In fact, nobody suspected anything about the me until the rumors started, centered around my mother.
While mother wasn't abusive or unkind to me, she was a heavy drinker and would often wander the towns in a drunken state rambling about things that didn't exist. The raving became more mad as time went on, though why my mother seemed to be losing her mind neither I nor the townspeople could be sure. That's why people began whispering about how Maria, my mother, performed dark rituals and let evil into her home and bed, thus leading to further rumors involving me. Parents wouldn't let their children out to play with me, and when I walked the streets people would avoid me as if I were diseased. I was too young to understand that it wasn't my fault, and that nothing was wrong with me. All the while mother slipped further away each night so that she was no longer any help to her distraught daughter.
Living now a life of isolation and sorrow, I began talking to the only friend I had left, myself. At first it was normal things, such as talking about what I wanted to do that day, or what goals I had for that week. Eventually the conversations became something of a regular routine, talking to myself about the weather and the things I'd seen. At this point I would talk to myself in the streets in low hushed tones. This renewed people's dwindling fear of me and kept me from making new friends as I slowly sealed myself away in a bubble of self-comfort. Finally it developed into something... more. I not only had conversations with myself, but conversations with myself about things I didn't know I knew! I would lose gaps of time, unsure of where I was or had been. I would find myself doing things I normally wouldn't do. And my one-sided conversations took on a second edge, a more harsh and demanding personality slowly revealing itself to me.
This new personality whispered things to me, telling me that I could do better. That taking care of my drunken mother wasn't my job and that if I left and never returned then it would be too soon. That I was already too old for such things anyways, having lived there for 19 years was more than long enough it told me. Not having a driving force of my own, I took to the new voice's advice and left home with whatever I could call my own. With the voice as my guide I sought out a new life in a new place, eventually stumbling upon a road to which led me to the Holy Oren Empire.
Years of living with my strange affliction have taught me things about it, including that it is not normal. As such I've taken steps to hide the duality of my own personality, actively working to ignore the influence of the unnamed voice when necessary. Gaps in my memory appear to be unavoidable, though what they are or mean I can't be sure. I can only assume this is the time I sleep, since I can't remember sleeping any other time. I am a bit timid and nervous, and I try to be nice but only when the voice allows. I can't let kindness get in the way of survival, it tells me. I suppose it's right. My second personality is a more self-serving entity, a survivalist being the best description of its methods. It does what it must to ensure that I don't let myself be taken advantage of, an opposite to my own personality, actions and reactions. This lets me find a sort of balance, between my thoughts and the Voice.
Though I accept that my only true friend is the voice in my head, I find myself very attracted to animals of all sorts. They don't judge me for who I am, and it's nice to see animals of different sizes and shapes and colors all getting along around me.
What are your Character's ambitions?:
I just want to be... normal. I once thought that meant getting rid of the voice in my head, but it has assured me that a much better way to be normal is to follow its advice and allow it to help me. It has done nothing but help me thus far, and I feel that I'd be lost without it... so now I think that being normal is something else, something that I have to find for myself.
What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc):
I love to garden, and so the most useful tool to me is a gardening hoe
What is one of your Character's most skilled talents?
It really comes down to two instruments, I love music, but if I have to pick I think I'm best at playing the violin.
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 ):
((I hope this is acceptable, I have a horrible time making and/or editing skins.))
Other Information about your Character:
People tell me that the voice is a source of evil, corruption, and even madness but I know that's not true. The voice only wants to help me, we share the same body and so what makes me feel good makes the voice happy too. Sometimes what the voice tells me to do doesn't seem like the right thing to do, but it always has my best interests in mind, even when I don't want to follow its demands... even when it wants me to do something bad, I can still say no.
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?
As Leyu walks down the path she notices from the corner of her eye a conflict brewing. Knowing that getting in the way would only get her hurt, the Voice urges her to look down and keep walking. Involving herself in the quarrels of someone she doesn't know wouldn't benefit her, so she quietly moves off the road to avoid the conflict in hopes of going unnoticed by the soldiers. It's not that she didn't want to help the man, but anything she could do would probably only make matters worse for them both.
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?
"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you but do you have seeds for sale?" she asked in a soft voice, gazing past the man's shoulder in an attempt to avoid eye contact as she waits for a response. As he rummages through his boxes and shelves she looks about the street to make sure that nobody would come up behind her, the voice reminding her that bad people can be everywhere in cities. With her paranoia growing she would begin to get impatient with the man who still doesn't seem to have found any seeds and when he looks up with a cheerfully puzzled look to say, "Sorry miss but I'm all out of wheat seeds, did you want something else instead?" she would storm off looking gloomy.
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?:
Looking at the valuable contents of the chest would stir the greed deep in her heart, causing the voice to whisper her need of money for food and shelter. With the temptation becoming overwhelming she would slam the chest shut, knowing that while she may need the money the state of the building would suggest that whoever may live here most likely needs it more.
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?
After the introduction and greeting Leyu would offer whatever she might have on her in exchange for food, and if coming up with nothing, ask for directions to the nearest town. If she were truly starving, rather than asking for directions she would ask for food outright, despite her inclination not to do so.
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?:
Her lack of skill with weapons of any given sort would give her reason to back down, but the thought of a reward would allow the Voice reason to tempt her into learning some new skills, given a large enough amount of coin. With this situation she would be motivated to talk to an available guard about training, and whether this would make her money, if she doesn't already have a source of income.
Anything else you would like to say?:
All of these situations are circumstantial, and though I've responded as best I could I can't say these are certainly the actions and reactions I would take when put into them.