Spoiledbrat45

Would you like to touch my [color=#E9AB17]Golden Rod? Anyways, awesome post. EDIT: screw this

((half-lings are almost humans so therofore I am human and a Sentinel))

((It's funny because one of the guards is a Halfling.))

(MC Name): TheDevilsPoet Name (RP): Weston Farnor Race: Human Preferred Weapon (If any): Axe, sword. Non-Combat Skills (If any): A little bit of persusasion mixed with charm from his looks. Though he is a little akward, he is outgoing, which appeals to most. Previous Work (Past groups or jobs): Worked at an inn. Your most valued trait from list below: Honor Honor Loyalty Strength Intelligence Chivalry Justice Have you interacted with the Order before? Explain if yes: I went with them to help find the Princess in Malinor once. Are you willing to take an oath?: Yes. Moral boundaries (What you will not do): Kill children. Slay a comrade. Steal. Lie. Cheat. (Do you have a VA? If so, provide a link.): I can make one if needed. Additional information:

Out-Of-Character Information The simplest section of the application! Simply answer these questions so we can get to know you a bit better. What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: - TheDevilsPoet How old are you?: - 16 What time-zone do you live in?: - EST STD. Have you ever roleplayed before - if you have, how?: - Minecraft, DnD, several games. Have you been on any other roleplaying servers?: - Yes. Around 10-15. Have you applied to this server before?(Please link past applications): - Not for this account. How did you hear about us?: - Friend of mine was staff for you guys. What do you think the server will be like? - Good 'nuff. Have you read and agreed to the rules?: - I suppose so, yes. What’s your favourite rule / the rule you agree with the most?: - You can't just run around mauling people's prized animals! Don't slaughter an entire field of cows, that really isn't cool - it's best that they're there, and you roleplay it with them involved I found it funny, and good to see that you're not able to kill animals willy-nilly. Definitions This is simply so that we can get an understanding of how much you know about roleplaying. Feel free to Google the answers, but make sure that you write the reply in your own words, not another website / person's! What is roleplaying?: - To take the role of a person made by you or another person. What’s metagaming?: - To take information that you know OOC and use it IC, say is Bob found out that Jim was gunna raid his town though TS, so he organized his defenses. What’s powergaming?: - Several can be used. One is akin to God-Modding, basically making your character over-powered, or another is to "Maximize to a goal" In-Character Information Now you actually make your character - be creative but stay reasonable! Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up with a character that you actually want to play. What’s your character called?: - Weston Farnor What race are they (and sub-race)?: - Human, Northerner. What sex are they?: - Male How old are they?: - 29 and some odd days. Give us a brief description of their life - their story, childhood, family (Include server lore when writing): - Weston Farnor was originally born in the city of Abresi, in the upper district of the town. His father was a guard for the king's army, and worked hard to make money for his family to live by. Originally, he wanted his son to grow up to be a merchant, so he could travel the world and make increasingly more gold. After Weston began getting into many fights, his father disbanded the idea, and began showing Weston how to fight, hoping instead he would work as a caravan guard in his later years, or a guard for Abresi like he was. When Weston was in his early teenage years, his mother died, leaving him without a source of compassion to take after. His mother was a bar-maiden in the local tavern, and the loss of income affected the Farnor family, then composing of just Weston and his father. Weston began showing promise with bladed weapons when he was around 15. On his birthday he received a short blade made of steel to work at with. He also began taking jobs as a sweeper in the streets and a dish-boy in the tavern his mother worked at. When Weston was in his 20's, he had saved up enough gold to buy his own house, moving out from his father and saying good-bye, his father now a higher rank in the Abresi guard. (Insert "All that changed when the fire nation attacked") Weston grew fond of a local girl in the tavern he worked at, albeit he was not the only one. When he was around 24 he asked her to marry him, having several dates with her before hand. She disagreed, revealing her feelings for another. Weston began drinking. When he was 26, his father died, leaving Weston some money and his father's old armor. Weston left Abresi at 27, wandering for some time around the area before being attacked by bandits. Weston, drunk, attempted to fight them off but to no avail. He was mugged of all his valuables and earned a scar on his lip from being cut by a dagger. Weston came back to Abresi, a dead-beat now, trying to find work. He left Anthos by boat to the Cloud Temple to start a new life, beginning here. To this day, he lacks compassion, a trait he never truly learned from his short-lived mother, and is a hard-drinker when the chance arises. What are they like (personality)?: - Weston is a hard-drinker, with a lack of compassion and a preference to solve things out with a blade first and talking later. He is a hard-worker and hard-headed. What are their ambitions?: - Find a job, and make his father proud of him. Do they have any special skills?: - Can hold his liquor. Good with a blade. Hard worker. What are their weaknesses?: - Lacks compassion, hard-headed. Bad temper. Give us a description of how they look (not a screenshot yet!)?: - Rustled brown hair with a set of leather-plated clothing. Growing's of a beard are present. Toned, slightly tan with a fair complexion. Anything else you want to say about them?: - Nah. Please give us a screenshot of your character’s skin: -

Out-Of-Character: Minecraft Account Name: TheDevilsPoet Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?: No, sorry. How old are you?: 14. Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST, USA Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Very much so yes. Best in my class/grade, actually! Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Well, I'm a random person. Since I was a little kid I would play games on my PS2 and just pretend it was an actual online game and roleplay with it, which sounds a bit strange. Like on .hack// I would pretend the people actually talked and roleplayed with it! Bahaha. I'm a great roleplayer, anyways. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Hmm... I'd say about 5-6 hours a weekday and a fair bit of time on the weekends. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.: Roleplaying, to me, means life. It's very fun and great! Roleplaying is all that people do sometimes, but not me. Roleplaying is how I like to play games. It means to pretend you're another person in a strange new world and just be a completely different person. In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are. Metagaming is like, if you're talking in OOC-type chat, they say that. Or if... Say... You're a spy and you announced that in OOC, they say "ur a spy, n00b!". It's basically using information that they don't even have, but you said out of character. Powergaming is doing impossible things, like flying or saying "im god n00b i cant die". Something that no human, elf, dwarf or whatever could actually do. What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect it to be fun, and not have any noobs who don't use proper grammar. I hope there are great RPers on the server, and I hope it is friendly. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I played on The VaultRP, but they shut down to create a Steampunk server called Retrofuture, which I sometimes play on. I tried applying for Middle-earth, but when I applied it turns out they had the server no more. ): Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes. How did you hear about us?: Google. :) Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you? Yea. What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: Spoiledbrat45 In-Character: Character Name: Aradon What is your Race?: Dunedain Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): A man. Just a mortal man. He's seen things you can't describe. He watched his father fall in a puddle of blood when the goblins attacked. He was just a boy then. He ran from that battle. The 31 men of the Gray Company reduced to 8 in just one battle. After it all went down, he grabbed a dagger. He knew from that moment he was destined to be something. His father told him to run, but Aradon would not. That, he would later learn, was a vital lesson, but also a dangerous one. He fought like a rabid animal, but like a smart one too. He dodged the crude goblin and orc blades, stabbing around. Before he knew it the fight was over. The little number of the Rangers fled in all directions. Aradon went off alone. He eventually found the Shire. His father was an old friend of hobbits. Aradon lived with them for some few years, but wanted revenge. He was too young to travel by himself, but did it anyways. He ended up back in the Shire with a nasty scar on his eye. He eventually grew bored of the Shire as he got older. He left the Shire when he became older and went in search of other rangers. He found the elves and lived among them for a while, learning their trade. He then traveled to the dwarfs, seeking help from them, but they had their own battle with the goblins to take care of. Aradon fled to the Northlands just to find it over run by orcs. There he found a man, an old friend of his fathers, who took Aradon in and trained him in the correct ways of the Dúnedain. After a while the man grew old and gray. He sent Aradon off to Bree, but while Aradon was leaving he heard a scream. The orcs had killed another man Aradon grew to like. Aradon knew no man or woman could ever get into his heart. He found a bag and the ranger's items and set off toward Bree to seek refuge and help... Maybe even some answers Your characters ambitions: He wants to find the orcs who killed his father, and to unite the Dunedain once more. 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? My character, Aradon, would sneak to the bandits, stabbing both in the back silently. After that, he would say nod at the elf and walk off into the Wilds. Your character walks up to a shop in a quiet market. "Hello, my good sir!" says the shop owner. "What may I help you with today?" How does your character answer? He says "Hallo, friend!", while walking to the shop owner, "What are your wares that you are selling?" A screenshot of your skin: I'm working on my skin now. :) Other Information: Here is the app from Middle-earth LOTR RP server. IGN: TheDevilsPoet Age: In game 24, IRL 14 Timezone: EST Race (Hobbit, Men, Dwarf, Elf*): Man *If Elf please explain why you did not take the ship to the Undying Lands Class Desired: Archer... But in essence, I'd RP as a Ranger. Crafting Class Desired (If any): Smith Character Name: Aradon Character Biography (A few lines will not suffice): A man. Just a mortal man. He's seen things you can't describe. He watched his father fall in a puddle of blood when the goblins attacked. He was just a boy then. He ran from that battle. The 31 men of the Gray Company reduced to 8 in just one battle. After it all went down, he grabbed a dagger. He knew from that moment he was destined to be something. His father told him to run, but Aradon would not. That, he would later learn, was a vital lesson, but also a dangerous one. He fought like a rabid animal, but like a smart one too. He dodged the crude goblin and orc blades, stabbing around. Before he knew it the fight was over. The little number of the Rangers fled in all directions. Aradon went off alone. He eventually found the Shire. His father was an old friend of hobbits. Aradon lived with them for some few years, but wanted revenge. He was too young to travel by himself, but did it anyways. He ended up back in the Shire with a nasty scar on his eye. He eventually grew bored of the Shire as he got older. He left the Shire when he became older and went in search of other rangers. He found the elves and lived among them for a while, learning their trade. He then traveled to the dwarfs, seeking help from them, but they had their own battle with the goblins to take care of. Aradon fled to the Northlands just to find it over run by orcs. There he found a man, an old friend of his fathers, who took Aradon in and trained him in the correct ways of the Dúnedain. After a while the man grew old and gray. He sent Aradon off to Bree, but while Aradon was leaving he heard a scream. The orcs had killed another man Aradon grew to like. Aradon knew no man or woman could ever get into his heart. He found a bag and the ranger's items and set off toward Bree to seek refuge and help... Maybe even some answers. Roleplay Example: **Aradon is at the gate to Bree, asking to be let in** Aradon: Excuse me, sir, may I come into Bree? *The Breelander does not notice Aradon* Aradon says, louder,: SIR! Helllooo?! *The Breelander notices Aradon* The Breelander says in a heavy dwarf accent: 'Wot you wont? Aradon says, shuffling is bag: I want to be let into Bree for shelter. The Breelander shakes his head: Sorry, but rules are not to let anyone into Bree. We got a bit of an orc problem, you see mate? *Aradon looks over his shoulder and points at another gate into Bree* Aradon says: Well those people are being let into Bree! I think you're just disliking me from my looks! The Breelander turns red, saying: Ohh... Er... Uh.... You can go into Bree... *The gate opens* Breelander: Have a... Er... Nice... Day? *Aradon does not notice as he strolls into Bree, looking at the new sights, smells, and sounds. He heads over to the Prancing Pony for a drink*