Box of Rain

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Amazing!

Pixcel studies the guidelines; he smiles in joy by seeing his community grow by further establishing Law and peace.

(("Haelun'or is a place for those whom draw black blood, not red," that's defiantly quote worthy!))

MC NAME: MrPixels

RP NAME: Pixcel Lockade

GENDER: Male

JOB/STATS: Major: farming; Minor: anything needed to be done around town

Have a home?: Yes

RACE: High Elf

Ah, this is my land, I would appreciate my name in addition to the list! *Pixcel readies his quill*

Out-Of-Character:

Minecraft Account Name: MrPixels

Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?: No

How old are you?: 15

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern,U.S.A.

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: I'd like to believe I do. So, I'll say yes.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm Alex and fifteen years old. I have a good imagination, as why I like to RP as an outlet. If I don't do something well-thought-out, then I don't usually do it at all.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I can't say; my scheduled changes frequently. But, as of now I could say a solid two to three hours a day.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.: All my Role Play experience come from Tales of Mel-Lenxia. Roleplaying to me means living (acting out) the life of a fictional character. This means all social interactions, all decisions and all actions are made as if the character decides based on his own personality and experience, not the personality and experience of his player. It is the transformation of one’s normal medium of thought to a new, undiscovered world.

In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are. Metagaming is the use of information gained out of character by your character for his/her own personal benefit. Powergaming is the manipulation of another character without their conceit. (E.g: *throws rock that knocks out Sam*) They are both immoral, and ruin the RP experience for all players involved.

What do you expect this server will be like?: I don't expect much as I'm only going on suggestions of a few old friends but, I hope that I can have a similar experience to that of my time in Mel-Lenxia.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I have played on a few servers a little bit, but the only one I was dedicated to was the RP server, Mel-Lenxia; Mel-Lenxia is now dead.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have and do. I would suggest putting in a rule that requires you to put something small in this section like "LordCraft!" to prove that the rules have been read.

How did you hear about us?: Friends from Mel-Lenxia have talked about this server.

Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you? Yes, 1,387

What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: Pixels

In-Character:

Character Name: Pixcel Lockade

What is your Race?: Mali'Aheral/High Elf

Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): As a young elven man, he stands tall with a straight back at the age of 23. His hair is blond, and is crudely cut near his shoulders, his skin being pail as birch wood. He’s a kind man to those he’s new to and those who have friended him. But, to anyone who has offended him, or shown their evil nature, Pixcel will have an immortal hatred ‘till he or his grudge is slaughtered. He tends to be humble, not taking much attention for his accomplishments. He’s also a writer, in his younger years he wrote short stories that he distributed for free. Today, he tends to write more political pamphlets than anything.

He grew up with a single mother. His father abandoned him before birth, because Pixcel was the birth child of a love affair; one that would dampen the names of both his mother and father. It’s because of this that his he never learned things a man should do, such as hunting and strength training. So, his intellectuality is his only warfront. So far, his life has been normal, nothing to boast about in the least.

Your characters ambitions: To achieve political power and influence his people to better themselves and the world through extreme means. He wants to quarantine all evils and eliminate them.

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? Establishing eye contact with one of the bandits, Pixcel withdraws a small pair diamond boots that was gifted to him by his mother. He holds the boots mundanely in his hands and begins to yell at the criminals. As they notice the sparkling treasure, they quickly loose interest in their target and charge at Pixcel. Now, they have fallen into his makeshift trap. He knew he would stand no chance in fighting them one to one, but he might be able to out run them. The woods were his grotto, and his agility inherited as an elf made him confident in his escape. But, his judgment failed him.

About a mile into the woods, one of his pursuers is close enough and tackles Pixcel; He falls to the ground. Turning over, Pixcel hands the boots to the thief. “haha! You thought you could outrun me? Filthy elf!” the man lent over and went through Pix’s pockets, taking out a dagger with his new shoes.

Pixcel does not indulge the man with a sense of fear; instead he looks intrigued as his accomplice walks up to him, out of breath. The man kicks the side of Pixcel’s head and laughs as he begins to walk away. Six yards later, Pixcel stands, and withdraws a bow from his back and an arrow from his quiver.

Later that night, Pixcel walks into town with a bloodied pair of boots, his old dagger and most of all, wisdom for his books and for the life of his children. The rest, he would prefer to forget.

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? “Hello, my friend. Could you please point me in the direction of the leaders of Oren?” “Sorry, I would not know where to find them,” replies the man, “but stay! Stay and buy something to eat! Best prices in town!” Pixcel chuckles as he picks up an apple, “this will be all.”

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Other Information: Thank you for reading, please tell me if anything is off.