Out-Of-Character: Max Vandenberg
Minecraft Account Name: maxthebeast11
Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?:no
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: USA,EST
Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am an ambitious young writer who aspires to one day make his passion a career. I keep proper priorities in life and treat people respectably.
How much time could you be on the server weekly?: 7-9 hours a week
What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.: Roleplaying is an experience in which you live a different life. You give your attention to a fantasy character that defines characteristics not only that you assign but that reflect yourself. You give ambitions, hopes, and dreams to someone just as real as you are.(or almost)
In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are. Metagaming is an experience in roleplaying in which a person acquires information shared with them through OOC or obtained otherwise out of character. Then they use this info in character to their advantage.Powergaming is giving a game devotion that it does not deserve, it is un-sociable and something most role players should direly stray from doing. (I based this on the prior knowledge that I had understood power-gaming was intense devotion and unnecessary time put into a video game.)
What do you expect this server will be like?: I hope for this server to be a great opprotunity to hone my roleplaying skills and that the server is a great community!
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I have played on "Tales of Mel-Lenxia" a formerly popular server that has now reduced to almost no player base. This was a very good roleplaying server that I was proud to be apart of, but because of diminishing players they were forced to shut the server down.
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: yes, in full
How did you hear about us?: Through forums chat on "Mel-Lenxia", your server got much acclaim.
Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you? No
What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: maxthebeast11
In-Character: (?) (if this is my account name on the server then it is maxthebeast11)
Character Name: Maurin Yngvi
What is your Race?:Human,Male
Biography: (I am hoping that this can be done from a third person point of view, if what I write is inadequate then please remind me of it.) Each time Maurin's father came home he would spread the word on his return journey, properly elaborated with each retelling, of the prosperous Minus he was permitted for his fruits and vegetables after he sold them. Each time, Maurin would look at his father so admiring that his gaze was just short of awe, and the words that struck him rung like harmonic bells. They worked in isolated society, Maurin, his mother, and his father, laboring on their small farm so that when they sold their goods that they might obtain enough pay to uphold their small abode. They resided quietly, away from the frivolous necessity of large cities but close enough to Galahar to sell their surplus of food each summer. Maurin received little education, told only of the undead by his parents. Maurin didn't understand the significance of their nature and evil, he only knew that he too, recognized them as a menace. Maurin grew with childish fantasies of one day visiting sparkling cities or perhaps meeting an Elf! (something that Maurin thought of constantly, setting aside any imperfections and believing that Elfs were things of benevolence and beauty, which is somewhat truth.)As he grew in age, Maurin's father began in teaching him the ways of the blade, so that either he my protect his family one day or act accordingly in generous defense of others. Maurin becam accustomed to the vigorous slashes and thrusts of his right arm, if he was put to it, he could defend himself in a long drawn out fight. When Maurin Yngvi was 21 his fathers age was affecting him, an age of his life when he would be passing on responsibility's to his son, including venturing to Galahar to trade their goods, something Maurin had looked forward to for his whole life. The time had come and Maurin was about to depart to Galahar to sell the years surplus. His journey went well enough. Maurin marveled at the city of Galahar, though his ignorance of city life didn't serve him well, he had made his first profitable run to the city, and with heavy change in his pocket he made his venture back home. The sights he would see upon his return would scar him forever... the charred ashes of his home lay in ruins, the crops burnt to a crisp and the smoke rising almost maliciously from where he used to live. He searched intensely for his family or even their bodies, but nothing could be found. He pledged to himself that day that his retribution would be swift, and if his family was still alive then they would have fled to a city somewhere near. So as he turned his back to his home, his eyes flared with malevolent intent as he thought of how he would punish those who had done this. With a heavy heart he stomped into the woods in search of his family and the people who had done them wrong. He walked steadily forward, his heels pounding heavily as they expressed the anger that could not be described with words, and as he walked he knew that the challenge that lay before him would be more difficult than anything he had ever done in the life that settled behind him in flames. (this was an extremely brief article, if you require something more sufficient then please tell me!)
characters ambitions: Bringing pain upon those who had wronged him and his family and finding his loved ones that had disappeared. He has not thought out thorough plans after he accomplishes these things.
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? unhesitating, he rushes with haste to the aid of the elf and commences in intense combat with the bandits, hoping that these dark characters will know something of the horrors at his old home. (assuming that the encounter is finished but the bandits lay dead) Maurin approaches the elf, remaining ready in a passive stance. "Halt traveler!" the elf booms, still brandishing his sword. Maurin responds politely, gesturing his hand forward as a sign that he meant no harm. "Stay your sword traveler! I hail from the south" he spoke "I am looking for an old man and woman that may have passed this way, have you seen them?". The elf was shrewd enough to recognize the intent of Maurin's gesture and responded to him, sheathing his weapon as Maurin did the same in turn. "Beg my pardon traveler" he said, smiling inwardly "I was alarmed by your appearance, you don't look like a city dweller". "I am sorry though, no one has passed here for the past few weeks except for these bandit, I found them trying to break into my home".
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? Maurin nods hospitably towards the man and responds, "good evening sir, I'm here to browse your wares in ways of weaponry". The man smiles towards Maurin appealingly while beckoning towards the rack of weapons to his left and speaking, "I promise that you will find no better prices in all of Al'Khazar". Maurin surveys the rack and finding a blade with a sickly curve and deep wrought iron along the blade. The shop owner accorded Maurin a courteous smile as the long blade was strewn out along the counter. "A fine choice" the man spoke, graciously taking up the money that Maurin offered.
A screenshot of your skin: http://www.minecraftskins.com/save/269395 (hopefully this is acceptable, this will show the skin if you copy and paste)
