Rethlor

Out of character- Minecraft account name: Rethlor Did I attend Minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth? Sadly, I didn’t attend. How old am I: I am 18 years old Time zone/ country of residence: Central standard/Canada Do you have a good grip on the English language? I’d like to think so Small 2-3 sentence description of yourself: My names Mike, I enjoy playing sports, as well as listening to music and playing video games. I currently work a part time job with minimal shifts, so I have a lot of free time outside school, most of which I spend playing video games, or hanging out with friends. I think I’m a fairly social person, and easy to get along with. :) How much time could you be on the server weekly? I usually have about 3 or 4 hours of free time a day when I’m working, and up to 7 when I’m not, most of which I spend playing games or studying, so I have a fair amount of time to play on the server. What do you know about roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you. I know quite a bit about roleplaying, and have played some other RP only servers,I’ve been playing rpg’s most of my life as well, and although not exactly RP, its similar. To me RP is about immersion. You have to really get to know the character you’re playing, his attitude, characteristics, and quirks to get the full effect. If you don’t immerse yourself in the world and what’s happening around you it isn’t RP, it’s just a video game. You have to act AS the character, and respond the way your character would, not how you yourself would. In your own words, describe what metagaming and Powergaming are. Metagaing is when you personally know whats going on when your character doesn’t. Like seeing something walks up behind you in third person and reacting, when your character would have no idea anything was behind them.(essentially reacting IC to something only known OOC)Or hearing about something out of gameplay, like a friend telling you something, and heading straight for that something. Powergaming is like being overpowered. It’s when one player has an unfair advantage over another, usually unearned and exploited, and it causes the game to stop being fun, as both parties aren't on equal ground. An example would be a single 'player' kills a group of 5 other enemies, when this is highly unrealistic What do you expect this server to be like? I’m not sure, but I’m hoping for the best, I’ve never played on such an expansive server before. I’m hoping for friendly helpful people, active players, and people who actually care about RP, not jumping in and out of character nonchalantly. I understand if theres something serious and you need to convey it quickly, and speaking in character wouldn’t work, but try as much as you can. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them? I’ve played on too many to count, most of which have an immature (not young, I don’t care how old someone is, but immature) make up of players which really ruins the experience of RPing. I’ve played on many non RP servers as well, which was much worse, I was even threatened to be banned from one by a mod for RPing. Have you read, understood, and agreed with the rules and regulations? I have How did you hear about us? I actually saw a YouTube video about it, and thought it looked amazing Have you voted for LOTC on minestatus? I actually hadn’t voted for any servers on minestatus until I saw this question, so I quickly went over there and voted for this server ;) I am number 899 What is your lord of the craft forum account name? Rethlor Other info: I had originally applied to join as an orc, but was denied and was told I should read up more on the lore, to have a better application. In my readings, I found that I really liked the elven lore, as well as how to go about playing an elf, so I decided that it suited me much more than an orc, and switched. In character- Character name: Rethlor Race: Elf Sub-race: High elf Bio: Rethlor is a very young by elven standards ( a mere 18 years old). He lived in the city of Elandriel with his parents. His father was a humble hunter, and his mother a merchant. They would make their living through his mother, who would sell the meat and skin of the game his father hunted. It was a good life, and it lasted until rethlor had reached the age of 10. It was in the winter of that year when his mother was afflicted with the Grish. The moment she was diagnosed, she was bedridden. This was caused by the vertigo it was causing, as well as the hallucinations. Rethlor and his father cared for her as best they could, but eventually she succumbed to the sickness. With the death of his mother, rethlor and his father could not earn enough minas to make a living, so they left the city behind. Deep in the forest they built a small Cabin, this would be their home for the years to come. They survived by foraging and hunting. Rethlor’s father taught him how to hunt with a bow, as well as skin and clean a carcass. As the years passed Rethlor became more skilled with a bow, and was well learned in the anatomy of living things, knowing where a cut can do the most damage. Despite this, what rethlor really wanted to learn was magic. Ever since he was a little boy he wanted to learn it. He was encapsulated by the druids and mages he had seen in Elandriel. When he had reached the age of 17 he was quite good at hunting, and often hunted separate from his father to double the amount of ground they could cover. He had returned from a successful hunt late one evening. Dragging a large doe through the brush near his house, he noticed that there was no smoke above the tree line. It had become habit that his father would return home early and start a fire while he awaited rethlor’s return. He arrived at the cabin, but his father was nowhere to be found. Rethlor Skinned and gutted the doe while he awaited his father. It was getting late now, and he had seen no sign of his father, but it was too dark to go out to look for him now, it would have to wait unti morning. The next morning he set out, tracking his father. After a few hours, rethlor discovered his father’s body, bloodied and mangled, with what looked like bear-sized scratches everywhere on his body. He noticed that his quiver had only a few arrows left, and a blood trail led away from the scene. Rethlor gathered his father’s bow and arrows, and set out to hunt the bear. He found it a short distance away, still bleeding, barely clinging on to life. It was riddled with arrows. Rethlor immediately lost his vengefulness, and took pity on the creature. It was merely instinct that caused it to attack. It was beyond help now, and would shortly die. Rethlor gathered a few herbs that would reduce its pain, and squeezed their juices on the bears wounds. It’s eyes were glazed, and it barely noticed him. He unsheathed his knife and put the great beast out of its misery. He buried his father next to his mother, just on the outskirts of Elandriel, on a hill in a small clearing. He could not go on living in the small cottage, the memories would haunt him, so he returned just to gather his things and set out, looking for someone , whether it be druid or mage, or anything in between, to teach him the ways of magic. Appearance: Rethlor is an elf of average height. He has brown eyes, which is rare for an elf. He wears a green hooded cloak, as well as a mask that covers the lower half of his face. He wears green clothes to help blend in to his environment when hunting, but will adorn mage robes should he be presented the opportunity to learn magic. Characteristics: Rethlor is kind, willing to help any innocent he comes across. He has a strong will and will put up a fight to then end. He doesn’t care for eating vegetables, but will do so to survive. Ambitions: Rethlor wants more than anything to become a mage (OOC: I read that a new magic system will be implemented soon, great timing :D). He also wants to help rid the world of the undead. Out in the wilds, your character comes across a small cottage. Outside, there appears to be and elf struggling in combat with two bandits. What does your character do? Rethlor knocks and arrow and steadies his bow. He walks out from the trees aiming at the bandits. He shouts for them to back away from his kin, less they taste the cold flint of his arrow. (OOC: I hope you make arrows out of flint on this server, or my joke will die in the water) . The bandits back away, not sure which of them the arrow is pointed at. He tells them to leave before he fetches the guards, or kills them, a decision the bandits would make based on how they react. The bandits turned and fled, occasional glancing behind to see rethlors’ bow still pointed at them. Your character walks up to a shop in a quiet market. “Hello my good sir” says the shopkeeper “how may I help you today”. How does your character respond? Rethlor smiles and says “good day, shopkeeper, might you have any bow strings in stock, my last one broke while hunting yesterday, and my game escaped me!” The shopkeeper chuckles, and says “we can’t have that happen again, can we? I’ll show you some of my strongest and most flexible strings, and just for you, I’ll throw one in for free!” Rethlor thanks the shopkeeper and leaves the store, bowstrings in hand. Thank you for taking the time to read my application, I look forward to any feedback you can give, both positive and negative, I’m always open to suggestions as to how I can improve it. Thanks again :) I'm currently having a problem with posting my image, so i will post the link of where i got the skin. (i have made a few changes, but they are minute, so it looks almost entirely the same) http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/15639/ranger-of-the-woods/

Out of character- Minecraft account name: Rethlor Did I attend Minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth? Sadly, I didn’t attend. How old am I: I am 17 years old Time zone/ country of residence: Central standard/Canada Do you have a good grip on the English language? I’d like to think so Small 2-3 sentence description of yourself: My names Mike, I enjoy playing sports, as well as listening to music and playing video games. I currently work a part time job with minimal shifts, so I have a lot of free time outside school, most of which I spend playing video games, or hanging out with friends. I think I’m a fairly social person, and easy to get along with. :) How much time could you be on the server weekly? I usually have about 3 or 4 hours of free time a day when I’m working, and up to 7 when I’m not, most of which I spend playing games, so I have a fair amount of time to play on the server. What do you know about roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you. I know quite a bit about roleplaying, I’ve been playing rpg’s most of my life. To me RP is about immersion. You have to really get to know that character you’re playing to get the full effect. If you don’t immerse yourself in the world and what’s happening around you it isn’t RP, it’s just a video game. In your own words, describe what metagaming and Powergaming are. Metagaing is when you personally know whats going on when your character doesn’t. Like seeing something walks up behind you in third person and reacting, when your character would have no idea anything was behind them. Powergaming is like playing a game as a god. Being incredibly overpowered to the point it isn’t even fun to play anymore. What do you expect this server to be like? I’m not sure, but I’m hoping for the best, I’ve never played on suck an expansive server before. I’m hoping for friendly helpful people, active players, and people who actually care about RP, not jumping in and out of character nonchalantly. I understand if theres something serious and you need to convey it quickly, and speaking in character wouldn’t work, but try as much as you can. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them? I’ve played on too many to count, most of which have an immature (not young, I don’t care how old someone is, but immature) make up of players which really ruins the experience of RPing. I’ve played on some non RP servers as well, which was worse, I was even threatened to be banned from one by a mod for RPing. Have you read, understood, and agreed with the rules and regulations? Yes How did you hear about us? I actually saw a YouTube video about it, and thought it look amazing. Have you voted for LOTC on minestatus? I actually hadn’t voted for any servers on minestatus until I saw this question, so I quickly went over there and voted for this server ;) I am number 899 What is your lord of the craft forum account name? Rethlor In character- Character name: Rethlor What is your race: orc Bio: Rethlor was born into a small clan called grol’gun, which resided in a village to the east of krugmar. He was the son of the chief and high shaman. Before he was born it was speculated that he would be a great warrior, much like his father, and would one day lead their tribe to greatness. All of the shamans gathered in a small hut the day of his birth, praising their god and blessing him. It was then they noticed he had striking blues eyes, a sign that there was strong magic in his blood. It was custom in his tribe to execute any male orcs who were thought to possess shamanistic powers, as the males were to be strong warriors, and the women the magic users. The chief was furious and disgraced when he found out what his son was, and thought to execute the child and his foul, magic bearing mother to redeem himself to their god. Rethlor’s mother had a connection most orcs didn’t have with their young, and could not allow any harm to come to her son, so she stole him away into the night while the preparations for their deaths were being made. She raised Rethlor away from the brutal, savage ways of the orcs, teaching him the ways of the elements, and how to read and write. She was kind to him, and taught him everything she knew. She even taught him the language of the humans, hoping one day he would be allowed to live among the goodly races, and help better the world, despite being an orc. Rethlor and his mother had heard rumors that their chieftain was hunting them down, and swore he would not return to his village without their heads. Rethlor was out in the dense forest surrounding their cave which they had made their home collecting herbs and wildflowers to be used to made medicine and healing balms, his mother was getting very old and was very ill. He looked up to see flocks of birds flying from the direction of his cave. Fearing something had happened he rushed back. It was there he saw him. His father. Standing over the bloodied corpse of his mother. His father stood there, staring at him, covered in blood… and smiling. “welcome home, my son” he sneered, kicking his mother’s corpse to the side as if it were a rag. Rethlor stared, dumbfounded, at his mother. He felt a strong pressure in his chest, getting stronger and stronger. His anger was surging, he had never hated anything as much as he did his father. This hatred grew into anger, and he felt hot, like he was going to feint. He was losing control. He felt the unbottled rage of bloodlust course through his veins, and he charged. In normal combat he would keep a cool head, and use spells to defeat his enemy. But he had far from a cool head, and he wrecklessly lunged at his father. His father was the leader of a tribe, killing the last chieftain to claim dominance, and so was no novice to combat. He easily sidestepped the lunge, and followed through with a powerful backhand that sent rethlor flying. The blow was heavy, but rethlor didn’t feel it, he was enraged. Enraged that he had no one, enraged that his village had abandoned him and his mother, and most of all, enraged that his father had killed his mother in cold blood. What a dishonorable chieftain, killing a weak, ill old orc to feeble to defend herself. The rage kept building up, rethlor kept charging, and his father laughing and easily defeating any attack he made. The one advantage he had wsa his father was much older than he. He could see his father breathing a bit harder, but still he defended himself, but not attacking. Why wasn’t he fighting back? Was he mocking rethlor. Maybe he thought rethlor wasn’t worth fight back against . Rethlor became so angry his vision went black. That was the last thing he remembered. He awoke next to the mangled corpse of his father, with his own axe buried deep in his chest. The battle must have lasted quite a while, since it was now dark outside. Rethlor must have won by sheer determination, fighting until his aged father was too tired to fight back. He looked down and noticed he was covered in blood. Not just his fathers, but his own. He was hurt, and badly. He crawled over the discarded herbs he had collected earlier, near the mouth of the cave. He treated his injuries as best he could, and lost consciousness. A week had passed since the fight, and he was still hurt, but he was well enough to finish his business with his family. He buried his mother in a small grave near their cave, but left his father’s body for his clan to find. He took his father’s axe, and swore on it that he would never succumb to his bloodlust again; he didn’t want to hurt any more people. He then set out on his own, looking to find a place of acceptance, away from the orc tribes. He approached a small human village one night, in need of supplies. At the first sight on an orc the men rallied and tried to kill him where he stood. Rethlor ran as fast as he could, but he was no warrior, and was fast running out of breath. He knew he couldn’t keep running at this pace, but remembered there was a river nearby. He ran straight for it, plunging into the icy mountain fed water. The villagers stopped at the shore, giving up and returning home. This occurred over and over again, each village screaming ORC in fear and attacking. He could not hate these people, however, as he knew that finding a home would be nearly impossible, given his heritage. One day he came across a group of merchants being attacked by a group of the undead. The merchants were sorely outmatched. Rethlor fought hard to resist the urge to ignore them and let the undead feast. He decided at that moment that he didn’t care if he was ever accepted; he would live his life as a hermit if he had to, but he would not destroy the dream his mother had for him. He concentrated hard. He conjured up a fireball and launched it at the nearest undead, engulfing its rotted flesh, leaving a sickly scent in the air. The three remaining undead turned towards rethlor, clearly thinking him to be a more imminent threat. Rethlor started to prepare another fireball, but he wsan’t used to combat, and as the undead drew nearer he lost his concentration. His fireball exploded in his hands, blasting him back off his feat to land hard on the ground, clothes burning. The explosion also knocked one of the undead off its feet, and knocked the remaining two off balance. One merchant killed the downed undead by bringing his hammer high above his head and crashing it into the fiends head as hard he could. The remaining minions were fairly weak, and were quickly dispatched of by the merchant band. The merchants then doused the flames on rethlor with their water skins. He wasn’t badly burned, but was hurt from the close range blast. They carried him onto their cart and left him to rest. The next day, after rethlor was feeling a bit better one of the men asked what his name was. He told that man, who then said he would spread word of him. “many shall hear the tale of Rethlor, the kind orc” he promised. Rethlor smiled a tusky grin. He thanked the merchants for helping him, and limped away, knowing well that if he stayed with the merchants for long he would just cause them trouble. Maybe he would be able to live among the goodly people one day. Eventually. Maybe. Appearance: an orc wearing cloth robes, a ruby necklace given to him by his mother, wielding shamanistic magic and his father’s axe. He is currently 22 years old. Your characters ambitions: Rethlor wishes to never again be affected by the curse of bloodlust, and to be accepted by the goodly races and live among them, and maybe the dwarves… maybe. 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? Rethlor is like his kin in the way that he has a strong sense of honor, he hates thievery, murder, and anything unjust. Unlike his kin he has a clear mind, not wanting to rush in blindly, he devises a way to capture the bandits without killing them, and saving the elf in the process. He turns the ground at the feet of one of the bandits to slushy, liquidy mud. The bandit sink down, unable to free himself. Rethlor then disperses that water, hardening the mud, and trapping the bandit. The other bandit quickly moved away from his comrade, fearing he too will be trapped in mud, but that second he looked away was all the fast elf needed, and he was stabbed through the heart at the first sign of destraction. Rethlor then tells the elf to fetch the guards, while he watches over the prisoner. The elf complies, bewildered that an orc would help him. Upon returning with the guards, he finds the man still trapped, but rethlor was nowhere to be found. He explained to the guards what had happened, but they snorted loudly at the thought of an orc helping an elf. They took the bandit away, and left the ‘crazy’ elf at his cottage. [Your character walks up to a shop in the middle of Al'Khazar. "ORC! ORC, HELP ME!" says the shop owner. "GET OUT OF MY SHOP!!!! BACK YOU FIEND!!" How does your character answer? Rethlor runs for the door. Thank you for taking the time to read my application. I know it’s a little long, I got a bit carried away while writing it, but I hope you enjoyed reading it and look forward to your thoughts on it. I know the part about rethlor defeating his father may be considered power gaming, but I had to leave it in as it is a vital part of his story, and a lot of who he is now was built on that. I hope you can overlook that fact, being that rethlor has sworn to never lose control to his bloodlust ever again. Thanks again for reading :)

Out of character- Minecraft account name: Rethlor Did I attend Minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth? Sadly, I didn’t attend. How old am I: I am 17 years old Time zone/ country of residence: Central standard/Canada Do you have a good grip on the English language? I’d like to think so Small 2-3 sentence description of yourself: My names Mike, I enjoy playing sports, as well as listening to music and playing video games. I currently work a part time job with minimal shifts, so I have a lot of free time outside school, most of which I spend playing video games, or hanging out with friends. I think I’m a fairly social person, and easy to get along with. :) How much time could you be on the server weekly? I usually have about 3 or 4 hours of free time a day when I’m working, and up to 7 when I’m not, most of which I spend playing games, so I have a fair amount of time to play on the server. What do you know about roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you. I know quite a bit about roleplaying, I’ve been playing rpg’s most of my life. To me RP is about immersion. You have to really get to know that character you’re playing to get the full effect. If you don’t immerse yourself in the world and what’s happening around you it isn’t RP, it’s just a video game. In your own words, describe what metagaming and Powergaming are. Metagaing is when you personally know whats going on when your character doesn’t. Like seeing something walks up behind you in third person and reacting, when your character would have no idea anything was behind them. Powergaming is like playing a game as a god. Being incredibly overpowered to the point it isn’t even fun to play anymore. What do you expect this server to be like? I’m not sure, but I’m hoping for the best, I’ve never played on suck an expansive server before. I’m hoping for friendly helpful people, active players, and people who actually care about RP, not jumping in and out of character nonchalantly. I understand if theres something serious and you need to convey it quickly, and speaking in character wouldn’t work, but try as much as you can. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them? I’ve played on too many to count, most of which have an immature (not young, I don’t care how old someone is, but immature) make up of players which really ruins the experience of RPing. I’ve played on some non RP servers as well, which was worse, I was even threatened to be banned from one by a mod for RPing. Have you read, understood, and agreed with the rules and regulations? Yes How did you hear about us? I actually saw a YouTube video about it, and thought it look amazing. Have you voted for LOTC on minestatus? I actually hadn’t voted for any servers on minestatus until I saw this question, so I quickly went over there and voted for this server ;) I am number 899 What is your lord of the craft forum account name? Rethlor In character- Character name: Rethlor What is your race: orc Bio: Rethlor was born into a small clan called grol’gun, which resided in a village to the east of krugmar. He was the son of the chief and high shaman. Before he was born it was speculated that he would be a great warrior, much like his father, and would one day lead their tribe to greatness. All of the shamans gathered in a small hut the day of his birth, praising their god and blessing him. It was then they noticed he had striking blues eyes, a sign that there was strong magic in his blood. It was custom in his tribe to execute any male orcs who were thought to possess shamanistic powers, as the males were to be strong warriors, and the women the magic users. The chief was furious and disgraced when he found out what his son was, and thought to execute the child and his foul, magic bearing mother to redeem himself to their god. Rethlor’s mother had a connection most orcs didn’t have with their young, and could not allow any harm to come to her son, so she stole him away into the night while the preparations for their deaths were being made. She raised Rethlor away from the brutal, savage ways of the orcs, teaching him the ways of the elements, and how to read and write. She was kind to him, and taught him everything she knew. She even taught him the language of the humans, hoping one day he would be allowed to live among the goodly races, and help better the world, despite being an orc. Rethlor and his mother had heard rumors that their chieftain was hunting them down, and swore he would not return to his village without their heads. Rethlor was out in the desne forest surrounding their cave which they had made their home collecting herbs and wildflowers to be used to made medicine and healing balms, his mother was getting very old and was very ill. He looked up to see flocks of birds flying from the direction of his cave. Fearing something had happened he rushed back. It was there he saw him. His father, standing over the bloodied corpse of his mother. His father stood there, staring at him, covered in blood… and smiling. “welcome home, my son” he sneered, kicking his mother’s corpse to the side as if it were a rag. Rethlor stared, dumbfounded, at his mother. He felt a strong pressure in his chest, getting stronger and stronger. His anger was surging, he had never hated anything as much as he did his father. This hatred grew into anger, and he felt hot, like he was going to feint. He was losing control. He felt the unbottled rage of bloodlust course through his veins, and he charged. In normal combat he would keep a cool head, and use spells to defeat his enemy. But he had far from a cool head, and he wrecklessly lunged at his father. His father was the leader of a tribe, killing the last chieftain to claim dominance, and so was no novice to combat. He easily sidestepped the lunge, and followed through with a powerful backhand that sent rethlor flying. The blow was heavy, but rethlor didn’t feel it, he was enraged. Enraged that he had no one, enraged that his village had abandoned him and his mother, and most of all, enraged that his father had killed his mother in cold blood. What a dishonorable chieftain, killing a weak, ill old orc to feeble to defend herself. The rage kept building up, rethlor kept charging, and his father laughing and easily defeating any attack he made. Rethlor became so angry his vision went black. That was the last thing he remembered. He awoke next to the mangled corpse of his father, with his own axe buried deep in his chest. He looked down and noticed he was covered in blood. Not just his fathers, but his own. He was hurt, and badly. He crawled over the discarded herbs he had collected earlier, near the mouth of the cave. He treated his injuries as best he could, and lost consciousness. A week had passed since the fight, and he was still hurt, but he was well enough to finish his business with his family. He buried his mother in a small grave near their cave, but left his father’s body for his clan to find. He took his father’s axe, and swore on it that he would never succumb to his bloodlust again; he didn’t want to hurt any more people. He then set out on his own, looking to find a place of acceptance, away from the orc tribes. He approached a small human village one night, in need of supplies. At the first sight on an orc the men rallied and tried to kill him where he stood. Rethlor ran as fast as he could, outrunning most of his pursuers, but a few stubborn ones persisted. He knew he couldn’t keep running at this pace, but remembered there was a river nearby. He ran straight for it, plunging into the icy mountain fed water. The villagers stopped at the shore, giving up and returning home. This occurred over and over again, each village screaming ORC in fear and attacking. He could not hate these people, however, as he knew that finding a home would be nearly impossible, given his heritage. One day he came across a group of merchants being attacked by a group of the undead. The merchants were sorely outnumbered and outmatched. Rethlor fought hard to resist the urge to ignore them and let the undead feast. He decided at that moment that he didn’t care if he was ever accepted; he would live his life as a hermit if he had to, but he would not destroy the dream his mother had for him. He concentrated hard. Harder than he ever had before, and brought forth a mighty fireball, incinerating the undead, but leaving the men unscathed. The men saw he was an orc, and thought he meant to attack them himself, so they readied their arms against him, but stood dumbfounded as he turned and walked away. One of the men shouted, halting rethlor’s exit, and asked what his name was. He told that man, who then said he would spread word of him. “many shall hear the tale of Rethlor, the kind orc” he promised. Rethlor smiled a tusky grin, and walked away. Maybe he would be able to live among the goodly people one day. Eventually. Maybe. Appearance: an orc wearing cloth robes, a ruby necklace given to him by his mother, wielding shamanistic magic and his father’s axe. He is currently 22 years old. Your characters ambitions: Rethlor wishes to never again be affected by the curse of bloodlust, and to be accepted by the goodly races and live among them, and maybe the dwarves… maybe. 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? Rethlor is like his kin in the way that he has a strong sense of honor, he hates thievery, murder, and anything unjust. Unlike his kin he has a clear mind, not wanting to rush in blindly, he devises a way to capture the bandits without killing them, and saving the elf in the process. He turns the ground at the feet of the bandits to slushy, liquidy mud. The bandits sink down, unable to free themselves. Rethlor then disperses that water, hardening the mud, and trapping the bandits. He then tells the elf to fetch the guards, while he watches over the prisoners. The elf complies, bewildered that an orc would help him. Upon returning with the guards, he finds the men still trapped, but rethlor was nowhere to be found. He explained to the guards what had happened, but they snorted loudly at the thought of an orc helping an elf. They took the bandits away, and left the ‘crazy’ elf at his cottage. [Your character walks up to a shop in the middle of Al'Khazar. "ORC! ORC, HELP ME!" says the shop owner. "GET OUT OF MY SHOP!!!! BACK YOU FIEND!!" How does your character answer? Rethlor quickly escapes before the guards arrive, leaving the city behind. Thank you for taking the time to read my application. I know it’s a little long, I got a bit carried away while writing it, but I hope you enjoyed reading it and look forward to your thoughts on it.

Out of character- Minecraft account name: Rethlor Did I attend Minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth? Sadly, I didn’t attend. How old am I: I am 17 years old Time zone/ country of residence: Central standard/Canada Do you have a good grip on the English language? I’d like to think so Small 2-3 sentence description of yourself: My names Mike, I enjoy playing sports, as well as listening to music and playing video games. I currently work a part time job with minimal shifts, so I have a lot of free time outside school, most of which I spend playing video games, or hanging out with friends. I think I’m a fairly social person, and easy to get along with. :) How much time could you be on the server weekly? I usually have about 3 or 4 hours of free time a day when I’m working, and up to 7 when I’m not, most of which I spend playing games, so I have a fair amount of time to play on the server. What do you know about roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you. I know quite a bit about roleplaying, I’ve been playing rpg’s most of my life. To me RP is about immersion. You have to really get to know that character you’re playing to get the full effect. If you don’t immerse yourself in the world and what’s happening around you it isn’t RP, it’s just a video game. In your own words, describe what metagaming and Powergaming are. Metagaing is when you personally know whats going on when your character doesn’t. Like seeing something walks up behind you in third person and reacting, when your character would have no idea anything was behind them. Powergaming is like playing a game as a god. Being incredibly overpowered to the point it isn’t even fun to play anymore. What do you expect this server to be like? I’m not sure, but I’m hoping for the best, I’ve never played on suck an expansive server before. I’m hoping for friendly helpful people, active players, and people who actually care about RP, not jumping in and out of character nonchalantly. I understand if theres something serious and you need to convey it quickly, and speaking in character wouldn’t work, but try as much as you can. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them? I’ve played on too many to count, most of which have an immature (not young, I don’t care how old someone is, but immature) make up of players which really ruins the experience of RPing. I’ve played on some non RP servers as well, which was worse, I was even threatened to be banned from one by a mod for RPing. Have you read, understood, and agreed with the rules and regulations? Yes How did you hear about us? I actually saw a YouTube video about it, and thought it look amazing. Have you voted for LOTC on minestatus? I actually hadn’t voted for any servers on minestatus until I saw this question, so I quickly went over there and voted for this server ;) I am number 899 What is your lord of the craft forum account name? Rethlor In character- Character name: Rethlor What is your race: orc Bio: Rethlor was born into a small clan called grol’gun. He was the son of the chief and high shaman. Before he was born it was speculated that he would be a great warrior, much like his father, and would one day lead their tribe to greatness. All of the shamans gathered in a small hut the day of his birth, praising their god and blessing him. It was then they noticed he had striking blues eyes, a sign that there was strong magic in his blood. It was custom in his tribe to execute any male orcs who were thought to possess shamanistic powers, as the males were to be strong warriors, and the women the magic users. The chief was furious and disgraced when he found out what his son was, and thought to execute the child and his foul, magic bearing mother to redeem himself to their god. Rethlor’s mother could not allow any harm to come to her son, so she stole him away into the night while the preparations for their deaths were being made. She raised Rethlor away from the brutal, savage ways of the orcs, teaching him the ways of the elements. She was kind to him, and taught him everything she knew. She even taught him the language of the humans, hoping one day he would be allowed to live among the goodly races, and help better the world, despite being an orc. When rethlor had reached the age of twenty, his mother passed away. He dug a small grave for her, and placed an enchantment that would ward off any seeking to desecrate the grave of this traitor orc. He then set out on his own, looking to find a place of acceptance, away from the orc tribes he had been warned about. He approached a small human village one night, in need of supplies. At the first sight on an orc the men rallied and tried to kill him where he stood, and would have, had Rethlor not called to the spirit of the wind to hasten his stride, leaving the men leagues behind. This occurred over and over again, each village screaming ORC in fear and attacking. He could not hate these people, however, as he knew that finding a home would be impossible with his heritage. One day he came across a group of merchants being attacked by a group of the undead. The merchants were sorely outnumbered and outmatched. Rethlor Fought hard to resist the urge to ignore them and let the undead feast. He decided at that moment that he didn’t care if he was ever accepted, he would live his life as a hermit if he had to, but he would not destroy the dream his mother had for him. He concentrated hard. Harder than he ever had before, and called down a mighty lightning bolt, incinerating the undead, but leaving the men unscathed. The men saw he was an orc, and thought he meant to attack them himself, so they readied their arms against him, but blanced as he turned and walked away. One of the men shouted, halting rethlor’s exit, and asked what his name was. He told that man, who then said he would spread word of him. “many shall hear the tale of Rethlor, the kind orc” he promised. Rethlor smiled a tusky grin, and walked away. Maybe he would be able to live among the goodly people one day. Eventually. Maybe. Appearance: an orc wearing cloth robes, and a ruby necklace given to him by his mother that she said would protect him in his time of need. He is currently 22 years old Your characters ambitions: to be accepted by the goodly races and live among them, and maybe the dwarves… maybe. 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? Rethlor is unlike his kin, he hates thievery, murder, and anything unjust. He has a clear mind, not wanting to rush in blindly, he devises a way to capture the bandits without killing them, and saving the elf in the process. He turns the ground at the feet of the bandits to thin, liquidy mud. The bandits sink down, unable to free themselves. Rethlor then disperses that water, hardening the mud, and trapping the bandits. He then tells the elf to fetch the guards, while he watches the prisoners. The elf complies, bewildered that an orc would help him. Upon returning with the guards, he finds the men still trapped, but rethlor was nowhere to be found. He explained to the guards what had happened, but they snorted loudly at the thought of an orc helping an elf. They took the bandits away, and left the ‘crazy’ elf at his cottage. [Your character walks up to a shop in the middle of Al'Khazar. "ORC! ORC, HELP ME!" says the shop owner. "GET OUT OF MY SHOP!!!! BACK YOU FIEND!!" How does your character answer? Rethlor pulls his hood down over his face and quickly escapes before the guards arrive, leaving the city behind. Thank you for taking the time to read my application. I hope you enjoy reading it and look forward to your thoughts on it. :)