TwilightWolf

As Titania thanks the captain and hops onto the docks, she comes to a halt at the sight of the blood. Kneeling down, she dabs a finger into the blood, finding it relativley dry. Noticing the trail either stopping or starting at the end of the dock, she makes a mental note of the possibility of a body being dumped into the ocean. Taking a deep breath, she follows the trail carefully. Upon arriving to the throne room, her heart sinks. She gags slightly seeing the heart, and thinks of how excruciating this must have been. Her attention is drawn to the insignia, mumbling to herself. "Why would the Flay come here..." As she absorbs the wholeness of the scene, she can't help but think back to the similar scenario back when she worked at the farms. "...Lengthy blood trail, putting something up for display..." , she mumbles, as the horrifying image of the body pinned to the center point of the blades of the windmill, the corpse spinning with the ever turning blades. "Only this time.... no body." Pondering the possibilities, she leaves the palace, looking for someone official to notify.

Titania leans on the wall next to the entrance to the building, twiddling her thumbs. She mumbles to herself, glancing to the door. "What could be taking him so long...?" Curiosity gets the better of her, so she pushes her way through the iron doors, calling for Emberhard.

Rounding the corner, she stops in her tracks before the body, knowing exactly what is going on by the scene laid before her. She exchanges glances between the body and Ember, still in disbelief. "We'd better take him to the windmill."

Minecraft Account Name: TwilightWolf9012

How old are you?: 17

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST US

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes, it is my native language.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: My name is Morgan, a girl from eastern US. I enjoy video games, horseback riding, and the outdoors. My pride and joy is my athletic mare, Black Pearl.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Approximately 12-7 hours

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: It means taking on the role of a provided or self-made character through taking on the character’s emotions, actions, abilities, etc.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I have extensive professional experience with acting on stage.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-gaming, in the case of roleplaying, is using out of character information in character.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power-Gaming is the act of having an unfair advantage. For example, an orc grunt who can brew ale, use a sword, mine, farm, use a bow, and build very well. Not allowing other players to react is also an act of Power-Gaming. For example, "George draws his sword and stabs Jim." To make this statement more fair for the other player, a good revised version would be "George draws his sword, and prepares to lunge at Jim." (Poor Jim)

What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect this server to be fun, ever changing, fair, and well monitored.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I have played on Equestria, but left due to terrible overall server setup.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have.

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

Yes, I promise.

How did you hear about us?: My boyfriend and current player, emberhard, recommended this server.

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?:http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/49858-twilightwolfs-revised-application/

Have you posted this application on our minecraft forum thread yet? If not, just finish it up on here and then copy + paste is over there. (http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-%E2%96%91%E2%96%92%E2%96%93-the-lord-of-the-craft-%E2%96%93%E2%96%92%E2%96%91-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/):

Character Name: Titania

What Race are you?: Elf

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

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 grew up in Ravenhold back in Aegis. That is, before it was destroyed 22 years ago, as I later will explain. Father was a traveling merchant and Mother was a medic. During my childhood, I grew a deep love for all things from nature. Father taught me the art of the bow and arrow, while integrating my own techniques. I learned botany from Mother, along with simple to advanced healing and surgical procedures.

As I grew older, I developed a cool-headed temperament with a slight standoffish attitude, but I never have tolerated harassment. I learned to accept any personality, race, and social status. At times my anger can get the best of me, at which time I usually retreat to the forest. I became a very skilled hunter, medic, and cook. I am also decent fighter. After my parents became old enough to hire a house nurse to take my place as a care provider, I traveled like Father, but had no luck competing with the other more charismatic merchants. When Aegis was destroyed, I managed to escape unharmed to this land, Asulon. A few months later I received a letter from my parents’ caretaker. Being as old as they were, I was surprised that escaped. Unfortunately, Mother contracted grish and died during their travel to Asulon. Father was supposed to be sent to Normander, but I never did find him there.

Currently, I am 358 years old and wear a white cotton undershirt and shorts overlain with well broken in leather. My sandy blonde hair is kept in two long locks in front while the rest flows down my back. I wear my favorite hunting gloves and a cow skin bandana. I also wear my knee-high lace up hunting boots that Mother crafted.

What is your Character's ambitions?: I wish to settle down, get married, and start my own clinic and butcher shop.

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

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

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format):

Other Information about your Character: I fear mines. I also cannot build well or work with redstone, however I can build a small temporary treehouse. I stand 7’1”

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? I begin to walk cautiously towards the two bulky warriors. The stench of ale wafts into my nostrils. The Halfling was on the ground, obviously in pain. As I come closer, I notice one of the warriors is a rather hearty dwarf, with an ale drenched mustache and beard. The other is an intimidating human. Even if I am much taller than both of them, I know I would be easy to take down by trained warriors. “Excuse me…?” The dwarf looks up to meet my gaze. Somehow I knew he could sense my uneasiness. “What’cha want? I’m busy ‘ere!” I can see now that he is drunk. Horrendously drunk. He ruthlessly throws a kick at the poor Halfling, though in his drunkenness he completely misses and almost falls over. I know this has not been his first round of beatings this evening. Bruises are already forming around his face. I cannot see this poor man suffer any more. “Stop!” To my surprise, my voice echoes in the silence of the night. The human looks at me, obviously angry with me…. and drunk. “What fo’? Dis man done overcha’ged us fo our drinks!” I spring an idea. “If I could pay his debt to you, would you stop beating this man?” The two men exchanged glances. The dwarf speaks through his wiry red beard. “It 50 minas he owe us!” The human nods. I think to myself how unnecessary this whole skirmish is. Nevertheless, my concern is toward the Halfling. “Deal.”, I say as the two bullies chuckle. Luckily I had some minas left from my shopping in town this morning. I reach into my pocket, and count each mina. I can feel them watching my every move, though I’m not sure it’s over greed or a pathetic attempt to make sure I count properly through their swimming conscience. “…49,50.” I finish counting. I hand them their prize, and like hungry dogs they grab the minas from my hand and begin to walk down the road. I turn to speak to the Halfling, but he managed to slip away unnoticed during my deal.

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?

Somewhat irritated by his accent, I carefully browse his wares set out before me. Nothing catches my eye except a stack of decent made arrows. Noticing the man watching me, I speak up bitterly.

“How much?”

The man smiles with his snake like eyes. “100 minas.”

Astonished by the price for amateur made arrows, I shoot the man a disbelieving look and go about my day.

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 carefully open the somewhat worn chest. Upon seeing the treasures inside, I pick up and dust of the iron bars.

“Perhaps just one…” I mumble to myself. Upon pondering the situation for a few moments, I decide the feeling of theft would overwhelm my conscience. Closing the chest, I slink away, hopefully unnoticed.

Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you in the common tongue, how do you respond? Relieved to have found friendly souls, I smile and speak with weariness. “Hello, I am Titania. I need shelter for the night and food. If you take me in for the evening, I will gladly offer you my cow skins I had saved for market.” The wood elf I spoke to gave a meek smile. “Certainly. We have an extra bed for you. I can also prepare you a meal.” She points to a small hut at the edge of the camp. “There. Please, get comfortable and I will be there momentarily.” I smile. “Thank you.” I make my way over to the hut. It’s cramped, but I’ve been in worse.

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?: I feel uneasy as I accept the offer. “I will not charge into the fray. I cannot fight in a group. I will offer some cover with my bow from afar, but that is as far as I will go.” The group’s leader shoots me a stern look. “I’m afraid that’s not what we had in mind. Thank you for your consideration.” The bulky men march down the road. “Well, nice going Titania.”, I think to myself. I can fight, but I have no intention in getting myself involved in something more serious. I cross my legs and sit on the soft grass. Hopefully this won’t take long.

Minecraft Account Name: TwilightWolf9012

How old are you?: 17

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST US

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes, it is my native language.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: My name is Morgan, a girl from eastern US. I enjoy video games, horseback riding, and the outdoors.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Approximately 12-7 hours

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: It means taking on the role of a provided or self-made character through taking on the character’s emotions, actions, abilities, etc.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I have extensive professional experience with acting on stage.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-gaming, in the case of roleplaying, is using out of character information in character.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power-Gaming is the act of having an unfair advantage. For example, an orc grunt who can brew ale, use a sword, mine, farm, use a bow, and build very well. Not allowing other players to react is also an act of Power-Gaming. For example, "George draws his sword and stabs Jim." To make this statement more fair for the other player, a good revised version would be "George draws his sword, and prepares to lunge at Jim." (Poor Jim)

What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect this server to be fun, ever changing, fair, and well monitored.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I have played on Equestria, but left due to terrible overall server setup.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have.

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

Yes, I promise.

How did you hear about us?: My boyfriend and current player, emberhard, recommended this server.

Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?:http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/49659-twilightwolfs-application/

Have you posted this application on our minecraft forum thread yet? If not, just finish it up on here and then copy + paste is over there. (http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-%E2%96%91%E2%96%92%E2%96%93-the-lord-of-the-craft-%E2%96%93%E2%96%92%E2%96%91-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/):

Character Name: Titania

What Race are you?: Elf

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

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 grew up in Ravenhold back in Aegis. Father was a traveling merchant and Mother was a medic. During my childhood, I grew a deep love for all things from nature. Father taught me the art of the bow and arrow, while integrating my own techniques. I learned botany from Mother, along with simple to advanced healing and surgical procedures.

As I grew older, I developed a cool-headed temperament with a slight standoffish attitude, but I never have tolerated harassment. I learned to accept any personality, race, and social status. At times my anger can get the best of me, at which time I usually retreat to the forest. I became a very skilled hunter, medic, and cook. I am also decent fighter. After my parents became old enough to hire a house nurse to take my place as a care provider, I traveled like Father, but had no luck competing with the other more charismatic merchants.

Currently, I am 358 years old and wear a white cotton undershirt and shorts overlain with well broken in leather. My sandy blonde hair is kept in two long locks in front while the rest flows down my back. I wear my favorite hunting gloves and a cow skin bandana. I wear my knee high lace up hunting boots that Mother crafted.

What is your Character's ambitions?: I wish to settle down, get married, and start my own clinic and butcher shop.

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

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

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format):

Other Information about your Character: I fear mines. I also cannot build well or work with redstone, however I know how to make a simple temporary treehouse. I stand 7’1”

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? Being not too talented at persuading, I pull out my bow, and try to intimidate them into finding something better to do.

“You had better leave before this gets uglier than it has already become.”

The larger warrior chuckles through his beard as he draws his honed blade.

I hear the first inches of the blade rub against it’s sheath. I quickly retrieve my readied arrow from the bow’s string and clock the brute with the thickest part of my weapon. Seeing his friend fall unconscious, he tries to pull his heavy axe from his back…but I am already at his throat with my arrow.

Looking into his stunned quivering eyes, I sternly speak.

“I can inflict the type of pain that men beg to be killed from. If I were you, I would take your oh so big and strong selves back where you belong and leave this poor man alone.”

After watching the two warriors leave, I help the Halfling to his feet, and walk away without receiving thanks or requiring to be even slightly acknowledged. I never was going to kill them anyway.

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?

Somewhat irritated by his accent, I carefully browse his wares set out before me. Nothing catches my eye except a stack of decent made arrows. Noticing the man watching me, I speak up bitterly.

“How much?”

The man smiles with his snake like eyes. “100 minas.”

Astonished by the price for amateur made arrows, I shoot the man a disbelieving look and go about my day.

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 carefully open the somewhat worn chest. Upon seeing the treasures inside, I pick up and dust off the iron bars.

“Perhaps just one…” I mumble to myself. Upon pondering the situation for a few moments, I decide the feeling of theft would overwhelm my conscience. Closing the chest, I slink away, hopefully unnoticed.But I wasn't. I round the base of a hill when this unidentified creature grabs my arm. "Did you take from my chest!?!?" His breath whistled through his cracked old teeth. This old man is the scariest thing I have seen in my life. "N-NO!"I shudder as I catch a glimpse of his yellow eyes through his matted grey hair that fell to his knees. He takes a second look at me and grudgingly releases my arm. I watch dumbfounded as he waddles and limps away. Crazy old man.

Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you in the common tongue, how do you respond? Relieved to have found friendly souls, I smile and speak with a weariness. “Hello, I am Titania. I need shelter for the night and food. If you take me in for the evening, I will gladly offer you my cow skins I had saved for market.” After allowed my quick stay, I take part in basic village activities as to not be such a burden. The butcher is skining freshly killed cows. I lend a hand, having done it for years. These cows are much larger than the ones from Ravenhold. No matter. I take the guard's post high in a tree. Then I realize I could never be a guard. I know my patience in hunting, but this is rediculous. No moving around. No place to sit. My shift ends quicker than I thought, and a dainty little human brings me a warm bowl of mushroom soup. My favorite. I find my tent for the evening. Not very comfy, but who am I to complain. I gulp down my soup, enjoying the tingling warmth that runs down my throat. I put the bowl aside, and pass out on my bed.

Nobody is up with me. Fine by me. I lay out my promised cow skins just outside my tent. I have a long day of traveling ahead.

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?: I feel uneasy as I accept the offer. “I will not charge into the fray. I cannot fight in a group. I will offer some cover with my bow from afar, but that is as far as I will go.”The group of guards leave as I pick a decent tree to climb. Scraping my knee on bark, I slowly climb to my daunting task ahead. "Am I really going to do this?" I think to myself as I hear a scuffle begin down the road. "Come on Titania. Pretend they're animals."

I let out a relaxing sigh. Pulling my bow from my back, I search for a target. I see a young, almost criminal looking orc. I slide an arrow from my quiver and mount it to the string. Father's words echo in my head. "A true warrior isn't the one who can kill without remorse. He is the one who overcomes and emotional battle before the deed." Well, I sure am having a battle of emotions, but I'm not sure if this qualifies. I draw the string back to my cheek, and take one last breath. The arrow departed with a lovely swish sound. I hit my target, and the man fell to the ground. I feel the overwhelming sensation of murder. Reassuring myself, I continue to pick off targets.

Meeting with the town guard again was tough. I was never one for the sight of blood, and they were evenly coated with it. Their leader held out my reward, a generous 200 minas. I grab my spoils and give my farewells. As I enter town again, it is quite. I head up to my temporary house and ponder the day.

Minecraft Account Name: TwilightWolf9012

How old are you?: 17

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST US

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes, it is my native language.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: My name is Morgan, a girl from eastern US. I enjoy video games, horseback riding, and the outdoors.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Approximately 12-7 hours

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: It means taking on the role of a provided or self-made character through taking the character’s emotions, actions, abilities, etc.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I have extensive professional experience with acting on stage.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-gaming, in the case of roleplaying, is using out of character information in character.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power-Gaming is the act of having an unfair advantage. For example, an orc grunt who can brew ale, use a sword, mine, farm, use a bow, and build very well.

What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect this server to be fun, ever changing, fair, and well monitored.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I have played on Equestria, but left due to terrible overall server setup.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have.

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

Yes, I promise.

How did you hear about us?: My boyfriend and current player, emberhard, recommended this server.

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

Have you posted this application on our minecraft forum thread yet? If not, just finish it up on here and then copy + paste is over there. (http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-%E2%96%91%E2%96%92%E2%96%93-the-lord-of-the-craft-%E2%96%93%E2%96%92%E2%96%91-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/):

Character Name: Titania

What Race are you?: Elf

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

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 grew up in Ravenhold back in Aegis. Father was a traveling merchant and Mother was a medic. During my childhood, I grew a deep love for all things from nature. Father taught me the art of the bow and arrow, while integrating my own techniques. I learned botany from Mother, along with simple to advanced healing and surgical procedures.

As I grew older, I developed a cool-headed temperament with a slight standoffish attitude, but I never have tolerated harassment. I learned to accept any personality, race, and social status. At times my anger can get the best of me, at which time I usually retreat to the forest. I became a very skilled hunter, medic, and cook. I am also decent fighter. After my parents became old enough to hire a house nurse to take my place as a care provider, I traveled like Father, but had no luck competing with the other more charismatic merchants.

Currently, 358 year old me wears her white cotton undershirt and shorts overlain with well broken in leather. My sandy blonde hair is kept in two long locks in front while the rest flows down my back. I wear my favorite hunting gloves and a cow skin bandana. I wear my knee high lace up hunting boots that Mother crafted.

What is your Character's ambitions?: I wish to settle down, get married, and start my own clinic and butcher shop.

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

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

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format):

Other Information about your Character: I fear mines. I also cannot build or work with redstone. I stand 7’1”

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? Being not too talented at persuading, I pull out my bow, and try to intimidate them into finding something better to do.

“You had better leave before this gets uglier than it has already become.”

The larger warrior chuckles through his beard as he draws his honed blade.

I hear the first inches of the blade rub against it’s sheath. I quickly retrieve my readied arrow from the bow’s string and clock the brute with the thickest part of my weapon. Seeing his friend fall unconscious, he tries to pull his heavy axe from his back…but I am already at his throat with my arrow.

Looking into his stunned quivering eyes, I sternly speak.

“I can inflict the type of pain that men beg to be killed from. If I were you, I would take your oh so big and strong selves back where you belong and leave this poor man alone.”

After watching the two warriors leave, I help the Halfling to his feet, and walk away without receiving thanks or requiring to be even slightly acknowledged. I never was going to kill them anyway.

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?

Somewhat irritated by his accent, I carefully browse his wares set out before me. Nothing catches my eye except a stack of decent made arrows. Noticing the man watching me, I speak up bitterly.

“How much?”

The man smiles with his snake like eyes. “100 minas.”

Astonished by the price for amateur made arrows, I shoot the man a disbelieving look and go about my day.

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 carefully open the somewhat worn chest. Upon seeing the treasures inside, I pick up and dust of the iron bars.

“Perhaps just one…” I mumble to myself. Upon pondering the situation for a few moments, I decide the feeling of theft would overwhelm my conscience. Closing the chest, I slink away, hopefully unnoticed. But I wasn't. I round the base of a hill when this unidentified creature grabs my arm. "Did you take from my chest!?!?" His breath whistled through his cracked old teeth. This old man is the scariest thing I have seen in my life. "N-NO!"I shudder as I catch a glimpse of his yellow eyes through his matted grey hair that fell to his knees. He takes a second look at me and grudgingly releases my arm. I watch dumbfounded as he waddles and limps away. Crazy old man.

Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you in the common tongue, how do you respond? Relieved to have found friendly souls, I smile and speak with a weariness. “Hello, I am Titania. I need shelter for the night and food. If you take me in for the evening, I will gladly offer you my cow skins I had saved for market.” After allowed my quick stay, I take part in basic camp activities as to not be such a burden. The butcher is skining freshly killed cows. I lend a hand, having done it for years. These cows are much larger than the ones from Ravenhold. No matter. I take the guard's post high in a tree. Then I realize I could never be a guard. I know my patience in hunting, but this is rediculous. No moving around. No place to sit. My shift ends quicker than I thought, and a dainty little human brings me a warm bowl of mushroom soup. My favorite. I find my tent for the evening. Not very comfy, but who am I to complain. I gulp down my soup, enjoying the tingling warmth that runs down my throat. I put the bowl aside, and pass out on my bed.

Nobody is up with me. Fine by me. I lay out my promised cow skins just outside my tent. I have a long day of traveling ahead.

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?: I feel uneasy as I accept the offer. “I will not charge into the fray. I cannot fight in a group. I will offer some cover with my bow from afar, but that is as far as I will go.” The group of guards leave as I pick a decent tree to climb. Scraping my knee on bark, I slowly climb to my daunting task ahead. "Am I really going to do this?" I think to myself as I hear a scuffle begin down the rod. "Come on Titania. Pretend they're animals."

I let out a relaxing sigh. Pulling my bow from my back, I search for a target. I see a young, almost criminal looking orc. I slide an arrow from my quiver and mount it the the string. Father's words echo in my head. "A true warrior isn't the one who can kill without remorse. He is the one who overcomes and emotional battle before the deed." Well, I sure am having a battle of emotions, but I'm not sure if this qualifies. I draw the string back to my cheek, and take one last breath. The arrow departed with a lovely swish sound. I hit my target, and the man fell to the ground. I feel the overwhelming sensation of murder. Reassuring myself, I continue to pick off targets.

Meeting with the town guard again was tough. I was never one for the sight of blood, and they were evenly coated with it. Their leader held out my reward, a generous 200 minas. I grab my spoils and give my farewells. As I enter town again, it is quite. I head up to my temporary house and ponder the day.

-Minecraft Account Name: TwilightWolf9012

-How old are you?: 16

-Time-Zone/Country of Residence: UTC/GMT -5 hours

-Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Absolutely. However, I will occasionally make an error.

-Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am currently attending high school. After school I go to my barn and ride my horse. I am an esteemed equestrian and am a role-model for young and old.

-How much time could you be on the server weekly?: At the least, 10 hours. Maximum 25 hours.

-How long have you played minecraft?: I have been playing for nearly a year.

-What do you know about roleplaying?: I know it is taking on a character through any game/internet chat system, acting the character, and developing a story with many other players.

-What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it to be quite enchanting, with environment and players to be inviting.

-What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I played on Equestria. I left because the players were very rude and I felt left out.

-Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I have read, understand, and agree to the rules. Every good server has them.

-Name the 4 races on this server: The four main races are humans, elves, dwarves, and orcs.

-How did you hear about us?: My boyfriend Emberhard plays and he recommended that I apply.

-What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: TwilightWolf

In-Character:

-Character Name: Gael

-What is your Race?: Elf

-Biography: Gael was born from her fair Elvin father, and her wood Elf Mother. A war proved fatal for her parents, and at the age of 134, she ran for the wilderness. There she discovered her love for nature. She was taken in by wolves as her foster family. Running with the pack, she developed her hunting skills. She learned to be nimble and athletic like the canines.

-Character Age: 173

-Character Appearance: She wears the leather of her best kill. Twisted strands of cow skin adorn her forearms and her legs. She doesn’t wear much to conceal her, as she appreciates the light feel and the movement of the little clothing to allow her to run. She ties her long blonde hair back in a single large braid, and wears red earrings.

-Character Personality: Gael is serious, and not afraid to speak her mind. She is very proud of herself. She occasionally shows her kindness and timidity around the people she loves.

-Your ambitions: Gael plans to settle in a town, make friends, and help protect the town. She may even start a restaurant or some food business.

-Can your character read or write?: She can still remember from her childhood.

-Can your character mine?: She prefers to stay away from mines and caves.

-Are you a capable builder?: From surviving in the wilderness, she is an adept builder.

-Can you wield a sword?: She understands swordsmanship, but prefers to silently hunt with her bow.

-Enjoy Farming?: She loves anything having to do with nature. She is an expert at caring for crops.

-Does your character have any special skills?: She is very skilled at venturing out into the wilderness for many days. She is also a very talented athlete and hunter.

-A screenshot of your skin:

-Other Information: I really do hope you consider me. This server looks really awesome and I can’t wait to play