[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b] Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: ryanb99
How old are you?: 16
Time-Zone: Pacific Standard Time
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I played on Tales of Mel'lenxia, a roleplay server long gone. I also play Half-Life 2 RP on Garry's Mod.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: A long time ago, by word of mouth.
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/36050-ryanb99s-application/
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yeah
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes, I will. Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: To take up the role of something/one else, and play as them.
Meta-gaming: To take OOCly known information and use it to your advantage in game.
Power-emoting: When you force someone to act a certain way that you want them to, you are power-emoting. In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Ael'ata Krafeh'onn
Current Age: 123
Sub-race (if any): High Elf
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): The moment Ael'ata entered the realm of the living, his mother left it. She died of a hemorrhage, screaming in agony until her final moments. Ael'ata's father cursed the boy, and sent him to an orphanage where he explained to the caregivers that the babe was a villain, an evil being sent into the world accursed, that he would never be the result of any good.
On his tenth nameday Ael'ata grew tired of the dull orphanage, the poor food and the caretakers who cared so little about him. He set out, in hope to become a knight, to ride a grand stallion, and win a fair maiden. A child's folly it was. Within the night he was freezing and hungry, crying for his nanny. Not a soul came to aid him, but as he sat there whimpering a stranger walked by, dropping a coin without looking towards him. Enough minas to buy a loaf of bread.
He made his way with begging for a long while. It was a roll of the dice for the child, whether he made enough money to eat for the night. Sometimes he had enough to afford a tavern to stay in for a day, weeks sometimes. Darker times he would slink in the slums, where he befriend many, and escaped plenty of thieves. He was never educated, rather a streetwise individual through his teenage years.
A hundred years and some later, after sitting on the corner a long night and bringing home a fat sack of coins, he noticed what he was. Scum. The thing that plagued the streets, the city only gave the coin in hopes of him becoming independent at some point. Ael'ata decided to reevaluate himself, going to the local bathhouse and tidy himself up. He bought himself new clothes, and wandered the streets in search of employment. A bakery had a sign in its window- "Help wanted" it read. He entered the building, greeted by a warm, friendly lady who was accepting of his offer in help.
Ael'ata spent a good few decades working at the bakery, when he finally grew tired of the calm life in the food industry. He wanted something fresh. He had a long life ahead, why not try something new? He told his employer of his plans, for which she was accepting, and he stepped outside, looking at the skies. A new start had begun.
Ambitions for the Future: Anything, really. An adventure, a fun tale or two to tell his family when he finally decides to settle down.
Personality: Growing up in the slums, he has some cunning to him when it comes to criminals or hagglers. He can be greedy, but for the most part the man is fair. He is calm, and often keeps to himself. Skills: From the malnutrition he suffered in his developmental years, his body is very frail and he cannot handle much of any. He is very speedy, and crafty. He tends to be a bit humorous and sarcastic when he talks. His cooking skills are somewhat decent, due to his career in the bakery. Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): http://imgur.com/NoaKOtQ (You can't see his elven ears on the sides, but he has them :) ) Any other details you wish to share about your character: [b]Open-Response-Questions[/b] [i]Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.[/i] ____ [b]1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of older elves are mocking a small elven child. How do you react?[/b] Answer: As Ael'ata walks through the woods, climbing trees, taking all of the beauty in from heights, he he hears laughter on the forest floor. He turns his head, looks down at a group of older elves, possibly mid-teens, encircling a young lad. About seven. One of the older one's is holding a knife which is pointed towards the little one in a threatening way. "Where's your gold, buddy? I saw you carrying it at your side back in town." He laughed, approaching closer.
His buddy chimed in, "Daarios, you're being a ****. Let the kid free, we can-.."
"To hell with what you think, Iheiuh!" The one with the knife looked to be a ring leader, the others merely friends, bystanders.
Daarios turned back to the child, walking closer to retrieve his treasure he sought for. Ael'ata had already begun to act, he jumped branch to branch gracefully, landed quietly at the foot of the tree he was in. He jogged towards the group, and shouted.
"Aye, Daarios, do you enjoy picked on a child half your age? I carry more gold, rob me instead!"
The crowd turned, and the weapon-holder, who stared for a moment, hastily walked towards the man. The child, now ignored, dashed off into the woods.
Everyone noticed, but only the knife-wielder seemed to care. He shouted, gave up efforts on chasing the child, and charged Ael'ata knife in hand. The scrawny elf dodged, once, twice, the teenager's careless stabs slashing the air. Ael'ata turned around and dashed into the nearby foliage, disappearing.
[b]2. Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old man with a walking stick. He collapses in front of you, falling to the ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls a small pouch of gold coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do?[/b] Answer: "Bloody hell mate, what happened?" Ael'ata bent over, retrieving the coins. The man didn't speak, which alarmed him. He turned him, belly upwards, and felt for a pulse. He was alive.
"Worried me for a second there, old man." He finished gathering the coins, putting them back in the sack, and then the same pocket of which they fell. He leaned the man on a nearby tree, where he let him rest. [b]3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved).
Answer: "Alright alright, I'll buy the set of cups. A few plates, ten cups, and a pitcher, you said? For what?" Ael'ata leaned on the table of which many wares sat, the set of fine porcelain cups included.
"Errr, I've no need for minas, I am a bit low on rations.. Have you got some food, friend?"
"These?" Ael'ata pulls a very finely baked bun out of a rucksack. He enjoyed to baked when he had access to a stove, and happened to be carrying a huge load of them.
"Ahh, yes, yes! Haven't had a decent meal in weeks. The whole bag of those and you've got a deal, bud."
"The whole damn thing, then? Look at this, this could feed you for a month, aye? Not the whole thing. Twenty."
"I want the whole load, brother. Those buns look delicious, I need them."
Ael'ata tossed a bun in his hand, and then held one up to the market man's nose.
"Smell them? That's the smell of one high quality bun, not your run-of-the-mill bread right there. I could sell you them all if you.." His eyes wandered the table of wares, he spotted a dagger inside of its sheathe. "That. All the load for the porcelain set, and the dagger."
The salesman squinted his eyes. Ael'ata knew the man was desperate for the food, willing to sell one of his many fine daggers for it.
"Fine, fine, here you go. Don't cut yourself on it, mate."
