Hoggs

((This is a death post for Barnaby.)) One night after drinking his sadness away, Barnaby Stonecut took a stroll to the top of mount Ire. Upon reaching the summit Barnaby sat down and took in the crisp mountain air. The air was so thin that Barnaby could not help but fall into a light sleep. He awoke falling down the face of Mount Ire to the unforgiving stone cliffs below.

Out-Of-Character Minecraft Account Name: ZOMGiekilla How old are you?: 15 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST USA Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I’m a person who likes to role-play. I’ve heard this server is good so here I am. I respect rules, am easy to get along with and love medieval style games of any kind. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: A few hours each day, more on weekends. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Role-playing is essentially becoming someone else. Doing what they would do or acting how they would act in a given situation. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?:Innumerable roleplaying games: Dragon Age, Mount and Blade, Mass Effect, Skyrim, Oblivion, Lord of the Rings War in the North, etc. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta gaming is taking outside knowledge that your character would not know and implementing it into role-play. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Emoting is: Power emoting is forcing a characters actions onto another person without giving them a chance to react to the given situation In your own Words, define what Out of Character (OOC) is: Out of character is a channel or even just talking with friends that is something you as a person would know, not your character. In your own Words, define what In Character (IC) is:In character is dialogue or actions that characters commit. In your own Words, define what the difference between RP and RPG is: RP is exactly what it sounds like; roleplaying the story of a character as if you were the character. RPG is roleplaying style games in which a person levels up, acquires gear, talks to NPC and such. Despite what the name suggests they are not games a person has to RP through. What do you expect this server will be like?: A fun server with many dynamic characters. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: None. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I have. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Of course. How did you hear about us?: I have many friends who play on LotC and they asked me to come along. Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/66192-hoggs858s-app/ I think this one was denied because I was using an outdated application. In-Character: Character Name: Shammus Stonecut What Race are you? (You may only be Human, Orc, Elf or Dwarf!) : Dwarf. What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): Mountain Dwarf 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.): Shammus Stonecut was part of an extremely long line of smiths. A mountain dwarf clan from Mount Ire. Stonecuts had been smiths for generations. Shammus was raised to be a smith and he always thought that is what he would be. So for years he trained to become a smith with his father and uncles. Years passed and Shammus progressed in his training. He made swords and armor easily. He trained like this for days on end. Until he reached the age of sixteen. It was at this time that Shammus realized that there was much more to the world than forging weapons and armor. He read books filled with depictions of places he had never even heard of. His time and training around the forge dwindled to the point where he wouldn’t spend any of his time near it. His father was disgusted. Shammus was the last son of the Stonecuts and he was throwing away centuries of tradition. Shammus was beaten in the hope that he would lose all foolish notions of ever giving up on his ancestral profession. Shammus began to work the forge grudgingly. His swords were brittle, his armor was heavy, and his axes were dull. He had lost all desire to become a black smith. His father detested him now. Shammus felt no remorse. So he ran. He left his home to see places that he had spent hours reading about. He first wanted to see The Holy Oren Empire. It’s massive buildings and titanic cities were wonders of carpentry and stone masonry. He was particularly interested in Hanseti. He wanted to see, for himself the zealous members of the Teutonic Order. He knew there was so much history there. The politics that occurred when Hanseti was absorbed by the Holy Oren Empire fascinated Shammus beyond belief. He could not, however, miss seeing Kal’Dwain. It was a place his uncle Varkal had always talked about. An immense city made by dwarves, the truest of craftsmen. Varkal was Shammus’ only uncle who understood why Shammus had such a desire to see the world. Varkal had done so. He was filled with the same desire that 16 year old Shammus had. “There is more to life than the inside of a smithy.” He would say. It was statements like that which inspired Shammus to get out of the reach of his father and see the world as his Uncle had. While on the way to Hanseti, Shammus realized something. The books he had told of the great splendor and wonder of all of these places. Yet no of them even mentioned the slums that the held within. No book even mentioned anything about the impoverished people that barely made a living in these cities. Shammus felt it was his duty to do so. Everyone had a story. That was something he knew from personal experience. His goal was to write the story of as many people as he could find be they old or young, lowborn or noble, orc or elf. Shammus would write the history that others refused to. What are your Character's ambitions?: To record the stories of lands and people whenever he could. To do so he would need to make a short term living so he decided to enter the merchant’s trade. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): Shammus believes that the mind is the greatest tool of all. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? Shammus prides himself on a sharp tongue and he still retains some knowledge of smithing he was taught in his youth. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format, if you do not know how to acquire one, copy and paste this link into your browser: (): http://i.imgur.com/0ITy4.png Other Information about your Character: Shammus loves dogs. He once hand a pet dog who his father killed because he thought it was distracting Shammus from his forge work. Open-Response-Questions Each and every question must be answered with a minimum of a single full paragraph and entirely in RP. 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? Shammus looked at the half-ling being harassed with intrigue. One of the men harassing the half-ling looked over at him. “Oi!” he said. “What’re you lookin’ at?” Shammus chuckled. “I’m not sure. Two animals attacking a poor defenseless man I should think.” The other man looked over. “What did you just say? Shammus looked back and forth at the two men. “Umm…” he cleared his throat. “What I had meant to say was… good evening?” The two men approached Shammus. Shammus looked at the two with utter fear. “Now, now.” He said. “Let’s not get hasty.” The first man laughed. “Looks like there’s another one we’ll have to bleed.” Shammus swallowed. “Oh come now.” Shammus said. “Is there no way we can settle this like civil gentlemen in which I, and the half-ling over there run for our lives?” Shammus turned on a heel and ran back in the direction of Cloud temple. The Half-ling took advantage of the momentary distraction and ran in the other direction. The first man looked at the other. “You let ‘im get away!” The second man looks back offended. “You let ‘im get away! You should’ve been watching the half-ling not talking to some dwarf!” They argued more for a time before Shammus returned with Cloud Temple Monks. “That’s them.” Shammus whispered to one of the monks. “Yes but where is the half-ling?” Shammus shrugged. “I saw him run away. He may have escaped. We should take what the bandits stole from him.” The monk nodded. “Gentlemen. If you would be so kind as to return any assets you took from the half-ling it would be appreciated.” The men leered at Shammus but returned the money they had taken. “You should return to Cloud temple for a time. There is a chance you will receive the half-ling’s fate if you continue onwards.” The Monk told Shammus. “Will do.” He replied. 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? Shammus looked at the man uneasy. “Well,” he said “I don’t mean to impose but perhaps you could help me.” The man’s brow furrowed. “Depends.” He said. “What do you need?” Shammus cleared he throat. “I was wondering if you could teach me a bit about trade. I’d like to become a merchant and what better way than to learn from a merchant?” The man shook his head. “I ain’t a fan of competition.” Shammus frowned. “It’s not what I aspire to do, sir. I just want to do it to get by.” The man squinted at Shammus. “Well, I am a bit shorthanded at the moment. Hows about you work fer me?” Shammus’s face lit up. “Sounds fine to me.” The man nodded. “Good. But if you do any ucking about yer out on yer arse.” Shammus nodded “Right.” 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?: Shammus looked back and forth over his shoulders making sure no one is around. After verifying that he was alone he goes towards the chest, takes everything inside and runs. While running away he hears shouting. Behind him a massive orc was chasing him screaming. “Lat! What lat doing?” Shammus looked at the orc horrified. “R-running?” The orc’s face was a twisted mass of fury. “Lat hab my stuff!” Shammus tried to remedy the situation. “I didn’t think it wa-“ The orc roared. “Lat touched my junk!” Shammus continued trying to talk his way out of the predicament. “N-no! You don’t under-“ The orc screamed again. “Nobody touches my junk and lives!” Shammus dropped everything and ran from the orc as fast as he could. Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond? A woman greeted him. “Hello there!” Shammus blinked. “H-hello. You wouldn’t happen to have any food would you?” A large burly man nodded. “C’mere. Take a seat by the fire.” Shammus walked over meekly. “Thank you.” Shammus said. The woman handed him some bread and ale. Shammus wolfed it down. The man looked at him. What’s yer name dwarf. Shammus talked with his mouth full. “Shammus.” The man smiled. “You must be starving.” Shammus nodded. “Not a man of many words, huh?” Shammus nodded again. As the night went on Shammus drank until he passed out. He woke up rubbing the back of his head. “Where the hell…” He looked around the area to see that the camp had moved on along with his clothes and material possesions. 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?: A Guard addressed the village. “Listen up! There are some brigands on the road just south of here. We need help to clear em’ out.” Not a soul moved. The guard sighed. Anyone who assists with receive a small sum of coin. Slowly people began to volunteer. The guard put his hand over his face. “If we do not manage to clear out these bandits we will never receive trade from Arethor, thus none of you will make any money resulting in your own starvation. Many people, including Shammus, stepped forward. The guard looked relieved. “Finally. Those of you who volunteer will receive some arms and armor that you will have to return. Anyone who does not return this armor with not get a payment which will be given to you at the closing of this month.” Shammus raised his hand. “Yes?” the guard said. “How many bandits are there?” The guard shrugged. “Enough to block the road that we normally patrol.” Shammus looked nervous. “R-right.” The guard continued to speak. “Chances are we won’t reach an engagement anyway. When they see this many of us they’ll likely scatter to the wind.” Shammus sighed. “That’s reassuring.” The guard looked up remembering something. “Oh and before we leave please list another person who will receive your payment should you die.” Shammus’s eyes went wide. “That’s not.” The guard shrugged. “Strictly a precaution.” Shammus sighed. “At least it’ll make for a good story.” Anything else you would like to say?:

Out-Of-Character Minecraft Account Name: ZOMGiekilla How old are you?: 15 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST USA Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I’m a person who likes to role-play. I’ve heard this server is good so here I am. I respect rules, am easy to get along with and love medieval style games of any kind. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: A few hours give or take each day More on weekends. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Role-playing is essentially becoming someone else. Doing what they would do or acting how they would act in a given situation. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: Innumerable video games. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta gaming is taking outside knowledge that your character would not know and implementing it into role-play. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power gaming is forcing a characters actions onto another person with out giving them a chance to react to the given situation What do you expect this server will be like?: A fun server with many dynamic characters. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: None. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I have. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Yes I do. How did you hear about us?: Friends who play LotC. Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: None In-Character: Character Name: Shammus Stonecut What Race are you?: Dwarf What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): Mountain Dwarf 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.): Shammus Stonecut was part of an extremely long line of smiths. A mountain dwarf clan from Mount Ire. Stonecuts had been smiths for generations. Shammus was raised to be a smith and he always thought that is what he would be. So for years he trained to become a smith with his father and uncles. Years passed and Shammus progressed in his training. He made swords and armor easily. He trained like this for days on end. Until he reached the age of sixteen. It was at this time that Shammus realized that there was much more to the world than forging weapons and armor. He read books filled with depictions of places he had never even heard of. His time and training around the forge dwindled to the point where he wouldn’t spend any of his time near it. His father was disgusted. Shammus was the last son of the Stonecuts and he was throwing away centuries of tradition. Shammus was beaten in the hope that he would lose all foolish notions of ever giving up on his ancestral profession. Shammus began to work the forge grudgingly. His swords were brittle, his armor was heavy, and his axes were dull. He had lost all desire to become a black smith. His father detested him now. Shammus felt no remorse. So he ran. He left his home to see places that he had spent hours reading about. He first wanted to see The Holy Oren Empire. It’s massive buildings and titanic cities were wonders of carpentry and stone masonry. He was particularly interested in Hanseti. He wanted to see, for himself the zealous members of the Teutonic Order. He knew there was so much history there. The politics that occurred when Hanseti was absorbed by the Holy Oren Empire fascinated Shammus beyond belief. He could not, however, miss seeing Kal’Dwain. It was a place his uncle Varkal had always talked about. An immense city made by dwarves, the truest of craftsmen. Varkal was Shammus’ only uncle who understood why Shammus had such a desire to see the world. Varkal had done so. He was filled with the same desire that 16 year old Shammus had. “There is more to life than the inside of a smithy.” He would say. It was statements like that which inspired Shammus to get out of the reach of his father and see the world as his Uncle had. While on the way to Hanseti, Shammus realized something. The books he had told of the great splendor and wonder of all of these places. Yet no of them even mentioned the slums that the held within. No book even mentioned anything about the impoverished people that barely made a living in these cities. Shammus felt it was his duty to do so. Everyone had a story. That was something he knew from personal experience. His goal was to write the story of as many people as he could find be they old or young, lowborn or noble, orc or elf. Shammus would write the history that others refused to. What are your Character's ambitions?: To record the stories of lands and people whenever he could. To do so he would need to make a short term living so he decided to enter the merchant’s trade. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): Shammus believes the power of the mind is the greatest tool of all. He also believes that a sword can come in handy too. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? Shammus prides himself on a sharp tongue and he still retains some knowledge of smithing he was taught in his youth. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format, if you do not know how to acquire one, click here: http://www.lordofthe...kin-screenshot/): http://i.imgur.com/0ITy4.png Other Information about your Character: Shammus loves dogs. He once hand a pet dog who his father killed because he thought it was distracting Shammus from his forge work. Open-Response-Questions 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? Shammus: *looks at the situation slightly intrigued.* Armed man 1: “Oi! What’re you lookin’ at.” Shammus: “I’m not sure, two animals attacking a poor defenseless person I should think.” Armed man 2: “What did you just say?’ Shammus: *Looks back and forth at the two men.* “Umm...” *clears his throat.* “What I meant to say was… Good evening?” *The two men approach Shammus.* Shammus:” Now, now, let’s not get hasty. There happen to be some very majestic animals around… And.. eh… not to mention. *swallows as he backs up.* Armed man 1: :Looks like there is another shorty we’re gonna have to bleed.” Shammus: “Oh come now. Is there no way we can seek a civil end to this in which I and that halfling over there run away for our lives? *turns on a heel and runs down the street* Halfling: *takes advantage of the distraction and runs in the other direction.* Armed man 2: “You let him get away!” Armed man 1: “You should’ve been watching the halfling!” Armed man 2: “You shouldn’t have talked to the dwarf in the first place!” Shammus: *Returns with Cloud temple monks and whispers to one of them* Yeah those are the ones. Monk: “Yes, but where is the halfling?” Shammus: *shrugs* I saw him run away. He may have managed to escape them. We should take back what they stole from him. Monk: *nods.* Gentlemen. If you would not mind please hand over any and all assets you were able to take from the halfling. *The men look at Shammus enraged but hand over the money the stole from the hobbit.* Monk: We will look for the halfling. You should head back to the temple so there is no chance you receive the same fate. Shammus: Will do. 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? Shammus: Well I don’t mean to impose, good sir, but do you think you could help me? Man: Depends, what is it? Shammus: I was wondering if you could teach me a bit about trade. I’d like to become a merchant and what better way to learn than from a merchant? Man: *shakes his head.* I’m not a big fan of competition. Shammus: Oh, that isn’t what I aspire to do. I just want to learn a bit about it to get by. Man: Well, I’m a bit shorthanded at the moment. Hows about you work fer me? Shammus: Sounds fine to me. Man: Alright then. If you aren’t helpful yer out on yer arse. Shammus:*nods.* Right. 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?: Shammus: *looks back and forth over his shoulders making sure no one is around. After verifying this he goes towards the chest, takes everything inside and runs. While running away he hears shouting.* Orc: Lat! What lat doing? Shammus: *stares at the orc and blinks twice.* R-running? Orc: Lat hab my stuff! Shammus: I didn’t think it wa- Orc: Lat touched my junk! Shammus: N-no you don’t under- Orc: No body skahin’ touches my junk and lives! Shammus: *drops all of the stuff he took from the chest and ran as fast as he could away from the orc.* 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? Woman: Hello there! Shammus: H-hello… do you have any food? Man: *Nods* C’mere. Take a seat by the fire. Shammus: Thank you. Woman: *hands Shammus bread and ale.* Shammus: *wolfs down the food and drink he was givin.* Man: What’s yer name, dwarf. Shammus: *talks, mouth full.* Shammus. Man: *smiles.* You must’ve been hungery. Shammus:*nods* Man: Not a man of many words, huh? Shammus: *shakes his head, chewing.* As the night went on Shammus drank until he passed out. Shammus: *wakes up rubbing his head.* W-where the hell… Shammus: *looks around the camp to find everyone gone, the fire only embers and his clothes, money, and inventory gone.* 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?: Guard: Listen up! There are some brigands on the road just south of here. We need help to clear em’ out. No one moves. Guard: *sighs.* Anyone who aids in this will receive a small sum of coin. A few people slowly move forward and volunteer. Guard: *puts his hand over his face.* If we do not manage to clear out these bandits we will never receive trade from Arethor, thus none of you will make any money resulting in your own starvation. Many people, including Shammus, step forward. Guard: Finally. Those of you who volunteer will receive some arms and armor that you will have to return. Anyone who does not return this armor with not receive a payment which will be given to you at the closing of this month. Shammus: *raises his hand* Guard: Yes. Shammus: How many bandits are there? Guard: Enough to block the road we normally control. Shammus: R-right, Guard: Chances are we won’t reach an engagement anyway. If they see this number of enemies charging at them they will most likely scatter to the wind. Shammus: Well that’s reassuring. Guard: Oh and before we leave please list another person who will receive your payment should you die. Shammus: That’s not. Guard: Strictly a precaution. Shammus: At least it’ll make for a good story. Anything else you would like to say?: I hope you accept me I’d really like to get on.

Out-Of-Character:Ben Walsh Minecraft Account Name:ZOMGiekilla Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?:No How old are you?:14 Time-Zone/Country of Residence:USA EST Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:I do. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:I like to roleplay on most any game because it allows me to get more enjoyment out of what I do. I am currently helping to create a RP server and thought it would help to be a part of the largest one yet. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: At least once every other day What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.: To be put in the skin of something you're not and take on an alternate personality In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are.: Meta gaming is when your caracter is aware of something they would only know out of character otherwise. Power gaming is when a charcter only does what he wants to with no regard for other characters. What do you expect this server will be like?:A fun player-based rp server. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Overture but that is it. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:I have. How did you hear about us?:I have a fair amount of IRL friends who play on the server. Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you? I have not. What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?:Hoggs Character Name: Vallana Yaetathir What is your Race?:Elf Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):Vallana was born into a fairly wealthy household. In the small river-side village of Orelli. She was the youngest of her four siblings and was excedingly out-going. She always acted playful with her siblings but was most connected to her twin brother Farlen who would try to act the tough protecting sibling but could never turn down and invitation to play. Vallana and Farlen grew up completely connected and never went far from each other until they reached 15 when Vallana's father sent her brother off to become a merchant in order to have a better life. Vallana who was destined for a dull life livng out in a small village where, eventually, her father would marry her to some other elf who she would have never met otherwise. It was not until two years later that they recieved word that Vallana's brother was coming back. The letter read: I will be returning when the next caravan arrives at Orelli. See you all soon. Farlen. Her father was confused by the brief message sent to the Yaetathir household. For not being heard from in two years a message of that length led him to being skeptikal at frist but Vallana was overjoyed. She couldn't wait to see her brother again after two years of boredom. When the Caravan did arive in two weeks the family saw no sing of Farlen. When the family assumed that Farlen had missed the caravan they were stopped by a man who was to give them a large box adressed to them. The Yaethir family went into the house with the box ready to open it. Only when they were in the house did they notice the putrid odor seeping out of the notches and seams of the box. When the box was opened the entire family gagged and screamed. Within the box were the remains of a butchered animal. They noticed a small piece of patter and it was read aloud by Vallana's father did they realize what the minced meat truely was: By now you probally will not recognize what is in the crate we sent you. The box contains your son, Farlen's, remains. We sent this to you as a harbringer of what is to come. Farlen Yaetathir was killed by yours truely. He stole from my family and killed my wife to make some profit. He claimed to be a merchant but the lying got him an even worse death. So I have written this to let you know that your family will be hunted down. Please do try to run it makes it more fun for my sons and I. The Vallana said nothing. Nobody said anything. It was only Vallana's mother's weeping that eventually broke the scilence. There was no signature on the letter. It may have been a lie but no one was willing to take that chance. Vallana's father finaly spoke by saying that he and Vallana's mother would stay and that each of the three remaining children would leave seperatly. Daeyn, the oldest brother who was strong for most elves would be sent to The Kingdom of Oren with their crippled sister ,Marayne, so he could care for her there. Mekan who was recieving an apprenticeship in smithing would go to Kal'Urgan to try to coninue his work with the dwarven master forgers. Finally, Vallana would be sent to Malinar to try to eke out a living among a common people. When it was time for the sons and daughters to leave, Vallana said her goodbyes to her parents and started her morbid journey. Her main goal however, was not purely to reach Malinar, but to find out what happened to her brother. She will do whatever it takes to bring justice to those who killed her other half. Your characters ambitions: To find out what happened to her twin. And bring those who killed him to justice. 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? She helps only if she can make a difference. She would not face a similar demise to her brother's. 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? Polietly and shyly. She prefers people to think she is weak rather then thinking her strong. Other Information: She likes to learn about magic though she possesses none of the abilities herself.