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Out-Of-Character: Minecraft Account Name: RubixRoleplayer Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?: No. How old are you?: 20 Time-Zone/Country of Residence:Eastern, Canada Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:I'm confident that my literary skills are enough to satiate your expectations. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Two to three sentences aren't enough to describe that of which is the human race. Strange creatures best resembling pig-monkeys with the ability to use tools more dexteriously and intelligently than primeapes. I'll be nice to you, if you're nice to me. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Depending on my work hours, a few hours a day. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.: My last name was Roleplaying. My father's last name was Roleplaying. My father's fathers last name was Roleplaying. My grandfather's fathers last name was actually Ragnal, but after this incident at a forest that scarred him greatly. So he had to change his name to something unorthodox to hide his true identity. ^ I wrote this earlier but it got denied. The reviewer probably didn't get the hint that I playing in character. In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are. Metagaming: IC-OOC knowledge crossover. Like a psychic power applied to your character's instincts. E.G You hear OOC that your teammates are going to turn on you... so you kill them first. Powerplaying. OP - Over-Powered. Godlike powers applied to your character. E.G Probably best explained in MC by attacking someone without RPing much, or using actual hacks. Both of which are frowned upon in any RP community. What do you expect this server will be like?: It's been good so far, I met some nice guards, and some angry citizens. And then Osulon was all like "Yo I exist." So I tried to join but couldn't without making this here bio. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Several servers I have played before this one, but each of them has been wiped so often without warning the players. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes. How did you hear about us?: I saw a YouTube video advertising the server. Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you? I did, but thus have forgotten where I copy-pasta'd the number. What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: Dazsos In-Character: Character Name: Matteo De’Leon What is your Race?: Human Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): It's funny how the customs of a culture can backfire on its own hierarchy, and the only way for it to maintain face, was to cut off a strong limb. Such as the dire cayote, stuck in a hunter's trap. Matteo is the severed leg of a once noble household. The de'Leon family is a nobility built off the fertile work of peasants, and manipulated by the royal. But being royalty has nothing to do with blood, or actually being a noble, it is a game of faces. Reputation means everything, especially in the business world where this family made its name. The de'Leon family did anything to maintain a strong social status, even if it required that a bastard heir be erased completely. This is where Matteo's life comes in to play. Son of a noble woman from the De'Leon lineage, whose heart was easily manipulated by a young druid of no renown surname. Now we all know that druids are difficult to domesticate ~ eventually this noble woman found herself with a child many months later, and no husband to teach the boy. A scar formed on the face of this family, to which a deceitful makeup would be applied to remedy its sight. Outcasted was the child, Matteo, as ordered by his own grandmother and head of the family, Lady Delorith. Yet not even the customs and regulations of a nation could compare to a mother's love. To save the boy from his ill fate, the noblewoman Martel hid him from her noble overseers. He would become the one of his bloodline not blessed with a pampered life of money, gravy, and showcased women. Perhaps a blessing unto itself. Living on the farms outside the city allowed Matteo to grow more freely. He became strong, helpful, and more aware of the unfair laws that mankind created to enslave itself. Today, Matteo stands a man, tall and proud of his humble beginnings. Yet never made aware of the truth behind his noble origins. He learned that not only he, but the entire culture of men around him were build upon broken nails and masks. The hierarchy constantly feeds off of the lifeblood of its people without providing them the protection they promised; it was a mafia more than a divine blessing. The farmlands that Matteo was thought to be born in to soon succumbed to the will of the wilds. Bandits and marauders from foreign lands planned their move days in advance. As the country’s army had recently taxed the farms of its resources and men, only a day passed before the foreign legion decided to attack the humble farm - burning what was left of it to the ground, and slaughtering many of the unarmed citizens. There are few feelings worse than helplessness. Fleeing was Matteo’s only option during that midnight raid. Saving only who he could, the ones who had sheltered him for so long. In to the dark woods they fled. Hiding for several days before actually coming across another town under the same ‘safe’ banner. This is where the young man’s social life changed. Though his family wished to make new settlement in the city, a druidic blood estranged to them still coursed through Matteo’s veins. It was time for this fledgling bird to leave the nest. From that day on, Matteo has offered his services to the peasants and poor. Odd jobs and quests in exchange for food, shelter, and whatever other methods of trade that the humble would offer. Your characters ambitions: Matteo’s main goal is to change the laws of man from its very core. He knows he cannot do this alone in one fortnight. But with war looming over the world, the different cultures of mankind were doing themselves no good by killing each other. Perhaps his dedication to a better world will one day prevail. Out in the Wilds, your character comes across a small cottage. Outside, there appears to be an elf struggling combat with two bandits. What does your character do? Though vengeance is not good to succumb to, Matteo does feel it for those who stoop to banditry and thievery. Without a doubt, this Elf would find a friend and ally in the most convenient of times. Your character walks up to a shop in the middle of Al'Khazar. "Hello, my good sir!" says the shop owner. "What may I help you with today?" How does your character answer? “Perhaps the opposite, sir.” Matteo would suddenly lead on. “Maybe I can help you, instead? Your stock is becoming empty on certain shelves, perhaps we can make a deal of some sort that would benefit us both?” The young Matteo would then proceed to haggle with the store owner, or hint towards the proposal of a quest. A screenshot of your skin: Other Information:

Out-Of-Character: Minecraft Account Name: RubixRoleplayer Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?: No. How old are you?: 20 Time-Zone/Country of Residence:Eastern, Canada Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:Yes I do. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Two to three sentences aren't enough to describe that of which is the human race. Strange creatures best resembling pig-monkeys with the ability to use tools more dexteriously and intelligently than primeapes. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Depends on how full it is daily. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.: My last name was Roleplaying. My father's last name was Roleplaying. My father's fathers last name was Roleplaying. My grandfather's fathers last name was actually Ragnal, but after this incident at a forest that scarred him greatly. So he had to change his name to something unorthodox to hide his true identity. In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are. Metagaming, IC-OOC knowledge crossover. Like a psychic power applied to your character's instincts. Powerplaying. OP - Over-Powered. What do you expect this server will be like?: It's been good so far, I met some nice guards, and some angry citizens. And then Osulon was all like "Yo I exist." So I tried to join but couldn't because I had become a lost soul. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I used to play on Heaven & Hell, but they refresh their maps like once a month. And it angers me that my creations become home no longer. I assumed this map might stick around. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: For the second time: yes. Unless there have been alterations…? How did you hear about us?: I forgot how… I have the memory of a goldfish sometimes. Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you? I also forgot my vote number… But yes I did once. What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: Dazsos. In-Character: Character Name: Rolf What is your Race?: Human - Werewolf Biography[ Not much of the character “Rolf”s history has been recorded in writings. Less of it written in any known tongue. For life in the furthest wildernesses were far different compared to the civilized kind. Reliance upon reaction, instinct, and visual gestures were the only socially acceptable methods of communication in the wolf realms. And trust this observant when I say the type of visual gestures are much different compared to the ‘center finger’ and ‘facial expectoration.’ To grow up and live by the code of the wolves is almost impossible for the average human. Most men are taught to fear the wolf, and others to fight it. Being brought in to their culture as an infant might even decrease the chance of survival. For the boy, it was as if by a miracle that he would live, having been dropped so far from the nest. You know I left him in those woods, right? I didn’t think he would survive, but I couldn’t climb the trees with him in my hands! Hell, I escaped alive, but the child… taken away by the beasts. The back of his neck was the only place where the matriarch wolf bit him. Pulling him far away from the well lit camp, and in to the green darkness within. To the distance that night, I heard nothing but howls, as if a battle occurred between the beasts and the moon. My research concluded at first that the subject had been devoured, after a rigorous many days still trapped in the jungle searching for this child. He was said to be my own, but I doubted it always. Unable to return to my home, to her… I was forced to live in the jungle too, else be slaughtered by the powerful man who she was heir to. But after years had passed, I had been proven wrong in my speculations. During one of my many excavations of the jungle ruins, the wolf pack had returned. With them a boy no larger than a dog. Walking like them, on all fours. Talking like them, in huffs and howls. And without a doubt, smelling like them as they marked their territory. But that was a while ago, I never spoke to the child again. How could I?! When both he and his associates were trying to devour my extremities as I reached out to him! When that boy learns how to climb, he will be a menace to us all! Your characters ambitions: Eat, ****, chase lesser animal, yell at intruder, follow unique smell trace, CAT!, find treasure, dig, place treasure, hide evidence, find resting grounds, sit, circle, circle, circle, sit, sleep. Repeat. Out in the Wilds, your character comes across a small cottage. Outside, there appears to be an elf struggling combat with two bandits. What does your character do? The likely scenario depends on how far in to the wilderness the three are. If in his own territory, the personality we refer to as “Rolf” would likely orally signal his own comrades, and they would prepare to feast upon the weakened victors. Your character walks up to a shop in the middle of Al'Khazar. "Hello, my good sir!" says the shop owner. "What may I help you with today?" How does your character answer? Rolf might succumb to a myriad of unorthodox stunts, such as freeloading, public urination, or general disturbing of the peace. It is hard to domesticate one such as the wolf boy, but perhaps not impossible. A screenshot of your skin: Other Information: Stuff.

Out-Of-Character: Minecraft Account Name: RubixRoleplayer Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?: No. How old are you?: 20 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: (UTC-05:00) Eastern Time (Canada) Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: As a writer and forum roleplayer, I do believe my grammar and literacy skills are at par with your demands. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: A sometimes silent yet productive member of most communities. I prefer to lead rather than follow. I'm also very friendly, and a bit of a passifist when it comes to PvP scenarios. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: 10 hours ++ What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.: It depends on what kind of Role-Playing I might take part in! There is forum RPing, RPG-styled RPing, and LARPing. Generally each of them just imply that you play not as the player, but as the personality of the character or avatar you're using. It's quite a hobby of mine in fact. In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are. Metagaming is when your character has some sort of psychic insight in to what is happening around them. Powergaming/Powerplaying is when they have the power levels comparable to gods. Both are considered cheap in RPing. What do you expect this server will be like?: Nothing I've experienced before in my other MineCraft servers. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: 1. Heaven and Hell: Another faction server, yet it constantly refreshed after every couple weeks. Everything I worked so hard to create would constantly be destroyed... everything... I don't want that to keep happening anymore. 2. Xenonia: A vanilla server I still play on, because I have many friends in that tightly knit community. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: That I have, and do, my good sirs and madams. How did you hear about us?: I made a search inquiry on a popular minecraft server website. http://minecraftservers.net/search.php?search=faction Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you? I have not done so yet, because my knowledge of this server's inner workings are currently innexistent. What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: Dazsos (Nickname: Daz) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In-Character: Character Name: Illiam Rhovan "Illiam the Coward" What is your Race?: Human Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): Born of a moderately high class nobility in the Kingdom of Oren gave Illiam a pampered life while growing up. Fathered from the house of Rhovan, famed huntsmen and loyal archers to the king's hand. Mothered from the house of Arenis, a family of tradespeople and inventors. Illiam learned the trades of his parents as it was taught through family tradition, so that one day he could rise to become the head of the family. At only the age of thirteen, and Illiam was already both a successful yeoman, as well as a well known trap-maker throughout his household. And in such a high esteem, it was only necessary for his father to show off the talents of the youth in presence of the regent at that time. Yet none of the houses could have anticipated how badly poor Illiam worked under stress. During the yearly archery tournament founded by the Rhovan house, Illiam stood as the only representative for his own household, which in fact had held the title of champion for the last two generations since the tournament's creation. Illiam's father had won the tournament at the age of thirteen, as did his father. Expectations of young Illiam's skill were indeed high, however too intense for him come the semi-finals. Over the shouts and screams of the crowd and his own father, Illiam released the twine of his bow too early, and missed the bullseye that could have won him the tournament. Now a shame to his family's lineage, the young Illiam was faced with an ultimatum. To join the royal Archery unit assigned to the King's personal, or become an exile within Oren, where only by becoming the champion of next year's archery competition could be be allowed to return. The latter soon became Illiam's choice, as he revered every aspect of warfare or murder. And so he was crowned the title 'Illiam the Coward,' and outcasted from his family, only to be replaced by his younger brother. Putting his family aside, Illiam went in to hiding for the next decade of his life. After gossip and rumors had been released, leading to an unfair yet small bounty put on the boy's head. His hunting and trap-making skills had thus far saved his fearful life, but for how long under these circumstances he does not yet know. Illiam often hides himself under a false name while residing in inn's on the other side of town. His caution constantly leads him out of the jaws of danger, even if that vigilance might be considered fear in the eyes of others. Living the life of a shadow is never easy. Illiam has learned to rely on underground networks to gain information for him, while always remaining as a behind the scenes conspirator. Now at the ripe age of twenty, Illiam has simply been too scared to return to town in order to attend the archery competition ~ even if nobody would actually remember or recognize who his true identity is. Perhaps one day, Illiam might stand up and lead in the spotlight, rather than walking the unseen path. Your characters ambitions: Survival, and purpose in life. At first, Illiam's ambition was to return as a renown archer, and be once again recognized as the true heir to his family's house. However after witnessing and enduring what he has, Illiam has become almost paranoid. The other half of him wishes only to create a stronghold safe enough to protect him and his valuables, while warding away or laying waste to any who dare to seek the boy's head bounty. Out in the Wilds, your character comes across a small cottage. Outside, there appears to be an elf struggling combat with two bandits. What does your character do? Avoid conflict alltogether. Human, Elf, race matters not in Illiam's eyes, survival of the fittest! Under the context of the Elf or the bandits being associate's of Illiam's, however... the chances of him interfering by the bow and arrow would increase greatly. Your character walks up to a shop in the middle of Al'Khazar. "Hello, my good sir!" says the shop owner. "What may I help you with today?" How does your character answer? "Greetings, generous host. I've heard that you are in the market of slime-balls, and aren't asking customers what we're using them for... I would like to place an order." Illiam would answer rather discretely. A screenshot of your skin: Other Information: 1. For whoever responds to my application: I wish to know how often you guys 'reset' the server? You see, the old faction server that I'm migrating here from had constantly scrapped their maps in favor of newer ones. Which resulted in my hard work making masterpieces worth ****. Is there a possibility of my creations surviving a long time if I were to join this server?