RenownedWolfman

I guess I'll do some vidoes, I'm sure I can think up some interesting things to do. **More interested in it than I sound.**

Wow, some people are.... so.... gullible... and/or ragey... Though since I come from hardcore rp servers the char. reroll sounds nice to me. *writes down names from thread on his list of fools* *takes vaq off his "dislike" list and moves him to the "pretty good" list*

*Chirr walks into the board while writing in his notebook, since the collision has ruined his writing tool he decides to read the notes on the board, this one in particular catches his eye when he read Keya's name.* "Oh my." *Chirr considers for a moment if he could pay the ransom, but he has so few Minas to his name it would make no difference* "I'm sure Ambrose will take care of Keya." *Chirr places his notebook and broken writing tool in his bag, and sets off to find Ambrose to see what he has done about the situation.*

10/10 Now look at my hand while I pick your pocket.

"I have made many notes of my trip during the Cycle, i'll post them in the Sanctum upon my return." ((Notes are a really good way to keep track of everything, I've even wrote down elven and orc words i've learned so that those in the Sanctum can learn them))

Chirr Evarir is the name i went with. If i make another elf character i'll definitely use this list again.

Really nice Sawses, Your lore is always well wrote.

Out-Of-Character: Minecraft Account Name: renownedwolfman Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?: No, I was not at minecon. How old are you?: 17 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST (GMT -5), USA Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I live in MA, i'm an avid gamer and reader, i'm a novice programmer. (Java, C++) I play D&D when i can, currently i don't have a group to play with as they all moved for college. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Well i would be on most days, probably for a few hours daily, then multiple hours on weekends. Weekdays: 2-3 hours daily. Weekends: 4-8 hours daily. Total:18-31 hours weekly. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.: Roleplaying to me is embodying a character, i treat it like acting in a play(which i frequently do) everything i say has to be said as my character, there is no breaking the fourth wall. Not to say i don't sometimes do OOC chat but i prefer to avoid it, i do OOC chat on vent or teamspeak. In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are. Metagaming: Using OOC information ICly. lets say i'm on Teamspeak and joey over here tells me that someone is coming to rob my store. If i then run to the top floor of my building grab a sword and then blockade my doors, i've just metagamed. Powergaming: Controling an RP situation where you give no one any options on how it should continue. Lets say i'm standing in my store and there are two guys robbing me, they've got swords, i also have a sword. If i emote *jumps his counter and cuts the man on the left in half with one slice of his blade* i've powergamed. I didn't give that man the option to protect himself or let him have any control in the situation. A more appropriate action would be. *jumps his counter and swings his sword powerfully towards the man on the left's stomach* this gives the other player the option for a response. What do you expect this server will be like?: I have no idea, busy comes to mind. I just have hopes that it will be an exciting experience. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Four servers i believe. The lands of Navia: I played on here for 9 months i think, i was a good member of the community and frequently was one of the first people to greet new members, i was banned from here after one admin decided i shouldn't care about the community, the admin that banned me lost her position 2 days after i was banned, my banning being one of the reasons she lost her position. i didn't return to Navia because much of the staff was like here and most of the people who role-played well had left after i was banned. Mesalia: I joined here after leaving Navia, The community here was much nicer, and after 9 months of roleplaying i had become rather adept at it. Here is where i got the chance to show my skills. Though i was good at roleplaying here i got much better and picked up many tricks of the trade while in Mesalia, i only played here for a few months, i left because i had school work. Terra Renatus: I founded this server, the idea was sound, the two lore writers did well, i of course gave them my own input for the lore as we we're a small group of friends. One of the lore writers left before we opened. Sawses and myself opened the server, but because of problems with the tech admin AKA: my brother, and issues with the community it collapsed. Was a sad day, after this i moved away from minecraft for a while. The Road Of Ages: I recently came back and started playing here as one of my friends is the head admin, i enjoy it here but the population feels too small sometimes, especially for the map size. I'm still playing on here, but i've come to this server after Sawses told me about it. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes i read/understood/agreed to the rules. How did you hear about us?: Sawses told me on skype. So word of mouth. Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you? Vote 1888. What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: RenownedWoflman ~just noticed that's spelled wrong. In-Character: Character Name: Chirr Evarir 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.): ACT I Chirr Evarir was born in a small secluded elven village in the forest. His childhood was filled with fun and training. His fun would be with his friends, though he had few as there were not many children in his village, he had many hours of enjoyment chasing them around the forest. As he grew older their games would become more challenges than fun, in the beginning they chased each other around the forest, on the ground that is, as they aged they would climb through the trees attempting to grab each other as they swung between branches. Chirr almost never lost in these games as his father kept him fit from a young age. He had to go through regular training regimes which involved cardio exercises running through the forest, Archery exercises in the village range, and basic sword combat with his father. The reason for his father's training was because it was a family tradition that the eldest child in the family would become a hunter and militia. The family history showed a proficiency in archery over swordsmanship. Chirr's life proceeded normally for a number of years, then came the year he could compete in the village festival, the festival consisted of a number of competitions, starting with racing, then archery, sword fighting, and finally of course the obstacle course. Generally first years don't win the competitions as the older participants had the advantage of time to learn the tricks needed to win. The youngest age one could compete was 18, this was so the younger ones would have time to learn how to fight, shoot, and run before they competed. Chirr knew which competitions he was proficient in, and then which he would lose. He was well trained in archery and he had been running for his entire life so these were his strong suits. On the other hand he wasn't very adept in handling a sword, though he had trained with swords for most of his life he was never able to properly handle them, and as a result he always lost to his father in training. The first competition of the day would be the race. The race consists of three different terrains. The first section of the race is in an open field found in the forest; the racers would run from one end to the other and then continue into the forest, this section was a test of the runners speed and stamina. The forest run was the second part of the race, the runners had to swiftly move in between the trees and avoid tripping over anything as they made their way to the top of a cliffside, and this section was a test of the runners’ agility. From above you wouldn't notice that the cliff was even there as the trees on the lower side of the cliff had grown over the years to the same height as the ones above, this resulted from the cliffside protecting the lower trees from the elements. The third section of this race was to run through the top of the forest running along the branches, this section was a test of the runners’ dexterity. Chirr had no worries about the race. The racers lined up along a line at one end of the field; there we're seven competitors, Chirr and six others. There was only one other competitor who was Chirr's age. Chirr took his place next to the other boy and they shared a short conversation about trees not being too far away, they were both obviously nervous about racing against their elders. They would've continued on with their nervous banter had the head elder not spoken announcing that the race was about to begin. The racers took up their position, readying themselves in their own ways, Chirr best readied himself by breathing quickly for a few moments, then taking long deep breaths. This placed him in a trance were he felt much calmer and could more easily identify his goals. The head elder slowly raised his hands, from his extended palms appeared two small orbs of floating light. In his left palm is a red orb, his right holds a blue orb. Chirrs eyes were immediately drawn to both lights as they slowly rose into the air. Once the orbs had reached about eight feet above the elder's head they combined to form a beautiful purple orb that excreted a bright royal purple light. This was the signal to begin the race, Chirr launched from his position his legs thrusting forwards as fast as he could make them move, his focus was on the trees though so Chirr did not notice his legs moving. The trees quickly closing in on Chirr as he speeds his way across the field, As he got closer to the tree line he chanced a glance at the other racers, to his surprise four racers were in front of him. They were all elders that meant the other racer his age was behind him, as well as one of the elders. This suited Chirr fine as sprinting wasn't his strong suit, but he had no interest in falling behind the other racers. It was too late now to catch up in the sprint as the tree line was a mere fifty or so feet in front of them. Chirr's eyes quickly scanned the tree line looking for his entrance, he saw an opening in the tree line slightly to his right, it was a small gap between two trees, he immediately adjusted his run to aim for it and to slow down slightly. Too cross through the gap Chirr jumped and twisted his body sideways, the tree to his back grazed his shoulder blades as he slid between the trees. Ahead of Chirr was a countless number of trees, as he glanced to his side he could not see the other racers. He had slowed while looking for the others, realizing that time might be precious he picks up speed again and continues to make his way through the forest. Sweeping side to side jumping, ducking, and sidestepping to avoid trees in his path he switfly made his way through the forest. Chirr wasn't sure how long the forest was so he continued with the same speed in hopes that he could catch up to the racers. The forest ahead of him seemed to be clearing so he assumed he must be nearing the cliff. Only thirty or so feet ahead was the cliff, but as the trees were so thick Chirr could not see this. He breaks throught the last line of trees before the cliff and quickly stops to avoid flying off into the air. quickly gazing out at the tree branches in front of him he looks for his first foothold. To his left is a series of thick branches in a row. Quickly sidestepping so the lane was in front of him he jumps forward. His left foot lands with a slight thump on the first branch, kicking off he lands on his right foot on the branch ahead of that one. As he jumps between branches he notices that there are no other racers around him. He picks up his speed again desperately hoping that he can catch up to them before the end of the race. In picking up speed he is not able to check his footholds before he jumps to them. His right foot lands on a thinner branch and below him he hears a snap. His entire body drops as the branch gives way, desperately he reaches out in hopes that he can grab onto the branches in front of him. His right arm thuds against a large branch and he spins in the breeze, the air is knocked out of him as his chest thuds against the side of a large branch. Immediately Chirr wraps his left arm around the branch, his body droops down trying to drag him to the forest floor. But he holds on with his arm, and waits to catch his breath. His breath finally returning as he hears a noise behind him. Glancing back he sees the younger racer following coming up behind him. Chirr quickly drops down to a branch lower branch and continues jumping between branches again. The second racer has now caught up to Chirr and they are both jumping along the same route but on different levels. Both their paces quicken till their jumps are pure instinct, Chirr hopes that he won't land on another unlucky branch. The trees around them become a blurr and to Chirr it seems like they've been jumping for hours, he may have lost to the other racers, but he won't be coming in last. He can hear the other racer breathing heavily above him. The trees are thinning as they reach the clearing that signifies the end of the race. The racer above Chirr slows down to jump to lower branches so that he can get closer to the ground for when he runs out of trees. Chirr however does not, the finish line is specifically touching the grass in the opening, so Chirr knows the fastest way to get down is with the help of gravity. He continues making his way closer to the clearing, roughly twenty-five feet up in the air. Only two more branches lie in front of him, his right foot lands, launches, his left foot lands, and lunches, instinctively his right foot goes out to land on another branch but no more lie in front of him. He drops quickly, gravity pulling him down quickly the ground rises up to greet him, Chirr tucks so that his right foot lands first, quickly followed by his left, he rolls over his left shoulder, once his feet come back towards the ground he pushes up flies up a few good feet and lands on both feet with a thud. Chirr looks up expecting to see the other racers standing in front of him waiting for the rest of the group, but to his surprise he is the first racer there, the villagers around him cheer for him as he has just won the first challenge. Next up is a challenge that hopefully won't put as much pressure on his body, archery is the second competition of the day. Chirr readies his bow, restringing it, he learned from a young age that he shouldn't leave it strung all the time as it loosens it up. All of Chirr's arrows are personally made, another skill he was taught so that he would never run out of arrows. He runs his eyes over each arrow to ensure that they don't have any flaws that would misdirect that arrow in it's flight path. He discards two from his quiver and pulls one out for use on his first shot. He slides the quiver strap over his shoulder and fastens the quiver onto his back. Picking up the first arrow and his bow he makes his way to the range. Unlike the first competition more people participated in the archery competition as they were all trained when young how to use a bow. fourteen people participated in the archery competition this year, most were elders, it looked to Chirr like there were four other younglings like himself. The way the archery competition worked is each competitor would fire five arrows into the target at the other end of the range. Chirr was last in line, so he stood nearby watching the others fire their arrows before him. Most of the shots fired landed on the target that stood 30 meters away. Finally it was Chirr's turn to fire his arrows, he had counted that in order to win he would need to land all of his arrows on the target and at least two needed to be in the center. Chirr stands in position in front of the target, he takes in quick breaths and then swaps to slow deep breaths, his mind focuses on the bow and arrow in his hands, the 4 other arrows in his quiver and the target at the other end of the range. He lifts his bow up, nocks the arrow into place, gazes down the shaft aiming for the target. With a smooth swish of his fingers he releases the arrow sending it flashing through the air, it lands with a light thud in the target slightly to the right of the center. Chirr is already nocking his second arrows and sends it flying immediately after the first. Quickly that arrow is followed by two more, till Chirr has only one arrow left, nocking it he slows his pace and stares intently at the target, his third and fourth arrow landed outside the center while the second arrow landed dead center. He needed this last arrow to land dead center in order to win the archery competition. As he stares down the target the world around him seems oddly quiet, no villagers are talking, he can only hear his own breath and only sees the arrow and the target. In slow-motion his fingers slide out of place and the arrow is released from its bond. It soars through the air slowly, it seems to be taking forever for it to make it's way to the target. The arrow lands after only a moment directly in the center of the target. The crowd of villagers cheer the once again winner stands still his still calm prepared to make another shot though he knows he is done with the competition and has won. Something in the air is setting him off and he feels uneasy about relaxing back into a normal stance. Reluctantly once people crowd around him he settles down and accepts the many congratulations. Up next is the more difficult competition for Chirr, Sword fighting, of course the swords used are not sharpened so at the worst his injuries would be bruises and other injuries of such nature. Chirr doesn't have a preferred sword choice but he does like holding the smaller weapons, they feel more like a natural extension to his arm than a longer, heavier blade. He makes his choice and steps into the arena, unlike the last competition he is in the very first match, up against one of the guards for the village. Looking around Chirr notices that all of the guards were there out of armor watching the competition, no doubt to watch Chirr lose against their companion. The village didn't really need the guards most of the time anyway, they just killed a few rabid animals every once in a while, there wasn't ever a real threat to the village. The head elder stands at the side of the arena, in his hand he holds a small chime, the battle begins once the chime has been hit. Chirr raises his sword up to a ready position, the guard on the other hand keeps it lowered towards the ground, he doesn't seem to see Chirr as a threat. To his right Chirr hears the sound of the chime. Chirr's opponent looks across the arena at Chirr and begins walking slowly towards him, dragging his large sword behind him. Chirr sets himself up in a corner hoping he'll be able to deflect the attacks and get some of his own attacks in. As the guard raises his sword to make the first strike an arrow comes out of the air and slides with a wet noise into the guard's skull, the sword dropping from his hands as he falls to his knees, dead before his body tumbles to the ground. Suddenly there is screaming everywhere, roars coming from the forest, the villagers around the arena in a panic as they all make their way to weapons or safety. Chirr is frozen for a few moments unsure of what just occured in front of him. Once his sense return he quickly turns and jumps the fence, taking the short sword with him. He weaves in between carts and people as he makes his way to his bow and arrows. He had left them next to the range in a locked chest so that no one would touch them while he competed in the sword fight. He reaches the chest and drops the sword on top of it, quickly he reaches into his pocket searching for the keys, pulling them out he notices that someone has stepped up behind him. He grabs his blade and turns moving it up into a defensive position, just in time, as he raises the blade in front of his face and torso a large mace comes down and smashes into the blade. Because he didn't have the best grip on the blade and was not in position for a heavy attack the blade is forced back into his face, Chirr's vision blacks out after receiving the blow. ACT II It's a sunny day, Chirr is lying in a newly constructed swinging bed, much in the same style as a hammock. He lies in the field, there are only two trees around and they both hold the hammock up. Chirr is looking up at the beautiful blue sky wondering what it would be like to walk among the clouds looking down upon the ground. His hammock swung side to side, pushed by the air, he didn't need to swing it himself. He continued looking up at the sky for many minutes before he closed his deep purple eyes. As he opens them again the sky has been replaced by a wooden roof, he is stuck inside a cage. The only similarity between the dream and reality is the rocking motion. Chirr sits up and notices that his cage is moving, it rocks side to side because of its unsteady condition. There is a large whelp on his head from where the dull edge of his blade smashed back into his own skull. He was lucky to be alive, if he hadn't had his blade with him his brains would now be soup in his skull. Chirr rubs his head as he gains his bearings and looks around him, he's not the only one in the cage, two other people seem to be here, one shivering in the corner and the other is lying on the ground. The one in the corner is a woman roughly thirty in age, on the ground is a man he looks to be much older. Chirr quickly looks around to make sure no one is walking beside them. "Psst." he whispers to the woman in the corner. "Hey, are you all right?" He asks the unresponsive shivering woman. As he finishes his sentence the cage behind him smashes inwards and he is knocked unconscious by the force of the blow. Chirr continues to move in and out of consciousness, the two blows to his head are draining much from him and he finds it difficult to stay awake and focus on anything, so he opens his eyes and then closes them till he falls back asleep a few minutes later. This continues for what seems like a few hours to Chirr because he is barely awake for the trip, in reality they've been travelling for closer to a few days, Chirr doesn't know it but the woman in the cage with him has been feeding him during the short periods were he is awake. As they are almost at their destination Chirr finally comes to and manages to stay awake. The woman is sleeping in the same corner she was in on the first day; the man that was in the cage seems to have disappeared. His head thumped with every beat of his heart, Chirr groans as he sits up in the cage. This time he stays quiet as he doesn't want to suffer another head injury. The first thing he notices after his head injury is that they're no longer in the forest; their surroundings are now a sandy cactus filled place. He can't see who it is that has captured them, his thoughts turn to the village and what must have become of it. The group that attacked them most likely destroyed the land, Chirr would've cried thinking about this but crying only made his head feel worse. Without anything better to do he once again falls asleep. Chirr wakes hours later as a large hand drags him out of the cage and tosses him onto the ground. Quickly he stands up, a horrific mistake as his head swims and he topples over unable to control himself. The woman who was in the cage has already stood up and she offers him her arm so he can steady himself. Once on his feet again he checks his surrounding, he doesn't have to look far to find his captors. Standing high in front of him is a large redorc, he towered a good meter over Chirr's head. The two captives are pushed from behind and made to walk forward into a cave. Chirr slowly moved forward his head swam with every step. They didn't have to walk far, only a few meters through the cave entrance it opened up into a larger space lit by torches. In the center of the room stood a group of 12 other villagers, it seems they weren't the only ones captured. The two of them are herded into group, they take up their places behind the small group. One by one each villager is brought up onto a pedestal; they are made to stand there while a single green orc observes them. He checks their height, weight, and muscle tone, then he motions to the nearby red orc who takes the villager down one of two tunnels. It comes to the woman’s turn she’s pulled from Chirr’s side and dragged up to the pedestal, the green orc doesn’t bother checking her, he motions to the right tunnel and she’s dragged into it. Another orc pushes Chirr from behind; he moves forward, his head now much clearer than when he first entered the cave. He stands tall upon the pedestal and the green orc roughly works his hands around his body. Chirr can feel the orc tugging roughly at his arms, it takes quite the willpower to avoid lashing out. He’s pushed off the pedestal roughly, he lands on both his feet lightly. The red orc grabs his right shoulder and leads him towards the left tunnel. Epilogue This tunnel would signify a change in Chirr’s life forever. The orcs that captured him are slave traders and the tunnel he was brought down is where they keep the slaves that will be used for labor, the other tunnel is for slaves that would do in home work. Chirr spends the next three years of his life in that tunnel, he works digging out minerals for the orcs to sell. He was not freed from the mine until the orc cave was raided by another group of slavers, these ones however sold their slaves to other people rather than keeping them for themselves. These slave traders sold Chirr to a wood elf who used to reside in Chirr’s village. The wood elf released Chirr immediately after purchasing him, he would’ve spared some supplies for Chirr but he had spent all of his money purchasing him from the traders. Chirr stayed the night with the elf, thanked him in the morning and left. Chirr knows he will never be able to find his old home as it has surely been abandoned, So now he travels, looking for a new home to call his own in Asulon. Age:22 Appearance: Plain clothing, Green hair, Purple eyes, wood elf. Defects: His left shoulder is messed up after some of the events in his bio, prevents him from using a sword in that hand (he's not skilled with blades to begin with, too heavy for him), also proves problematic with many activates involving upper body strength. Doesn’t like orcs, like to perceive himself as the best, won’t back down from a challenge. Your characters ambitions: Chirr wishes to find a new home, somewhere he can protect and call his own, because of his capture he feels no love for those of the orc races, but his wish is to protect the good people in the land, this excludes all orcs. 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? Chirr approaches the bandits, he does not have a bow as he has been unable to obtain one after his freedom was secured. He leans down and picks up a fist sized rock from the ground, he holds it in his right hand at his side. With his left arm he motions to the bandits. "I Suggest you leave." he warns them. The two bandits look up from the elf and stare down Chirr. "Oh yeah, and what'll you do about it, grow us a tree." one of the bandits jests. They both bursts out laughing, Chirr sighs. "Leave and you can have this." He lifts his right hand, and holds the rock out to the bandits. This causes the bandits to double over in a renewed fit of laughter. Chirr takes a step forward readying the rock by moving his arm back, in a quick snap he shoots the rock forward and it connects with a loud crack against the skull of the loud mouthed bandit. He collapses on the ground and immediately his companion's laughter ceases, he raises his blade up and stabs forward at Chirr. Chirr steps back quickly, smoothly dodging all of the bandit's attacks, slowly the bandits attacks become slugish, swinging the large blade is wearing him down. The bandit takes one final strike downward at Chirr, Chirr sidesteps to the right, and plants his fist into the bandit's temple. The final bandit collapses next to Chirr, his blade stuck in the ground from the last attack. Chirr steps over the bandit's limp body and approaches the dazed elf. "Are you all right?" he asks. "I'm fine, thank you very much for your help." the elf responds. Chirr bends down and picks up the first bandit's blade. "You might want to hold on to this, it's too big for me so i can't use it." He hands the blade to the elf hilt first. The elf nods and quickly gather his supplies, he thanks Chirr a few more times quickly before running off. Chirr turns to face the bandits lying on the ground. "I am no fighter with my hands but the two of you are even worse." With these last words he drops a coin onto each body and continues on his way. 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? "Oh, Hello. This is a shop, yes?" Chirr asks the shop owner. "Yes it, would you be interested in something?" The shop owner asks as he cleans off his counter. "I am in need of a bow, but i don't have much money on me." Chirr pulls a few coins out of a pouch hanging from his waist. "Oh, lad that's not going to be enough for a bow." the shop owner explains. "Perhaps you can loan me the bow for now and i can return at a later time with more money." Chirr explains hoping the shop owner might lend him the bow. "I don't know, you could just run off with the bow and never come back, i've got a better idea, you will protect my shop for the next two weeks in return you may keep the bow." At this the shopkeeper pulls a bow out from beneath his counter and places it on top. "Two weeks? That is not too long, and in return i get to keep the bow. That sounds like a fair deal, but i must ask, do you frequently get trouble in the area?" "Not normally, but more recently some thugs have been traveling through, they make me nervous so it would be best to have a guard just to deter them." "This is fair, i accept your terms, when shall i start?" "Immediately, here's the bow and a quiver with four arrows." The shop owner hands Chirr the bow and quiver. Chirr straps the quiver to his back and takes up a position next to the shop owners counter, and there he will stand for the next to weeks while the shop is open. A screenshot of your skin: Other Information: I adjusted my bio so there were more lore references, i was informed there wasn't enough lore my first time, so i've added in more lore. I'd like to point out that most of my lore is subtle rather than in your face, it's how i prefer to incorporate it into my bios. oh and i'm sorry if i didn't fix certain unrealistic parts, not sure what my previous checker was referring to. Thanks for checking my app.

Out-Of-Character: Minecraft Account Name: renownedwolfman Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?: No, I was not at minecon. How old are you?: 17 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST (GMT -5), USA Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I live in MA, i'm an avid gamer and reader, i'm a novice programmer. (Java, C++) I play D&D when i can, currently i don't have a group to play with as they all moved for college. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Well i would be on most days, probably for a few hours daily, then multiple hours on weekends. Weekdays: 2-3 hours daily. Weekends: 4-8 hours daily. Total:18-31 hours weekly. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.: Roleplaying to me is embodying a character, i treat it like acting in a play(which i frequently do) everything i say has to be said as my character, there is no breaking the fourth wall. Not to say i don't sometimes do OOC chat but i prefer to avoid it, i do OOC chat on vent or teamspeak. In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are. Metagaming: Using OOC information ICly. lets say i'm on Teamspeak and joey over here tells me that someone is coming to rob my store. If i then run to the top floor of my building grab a sword and then blockade my doors, i've just metagamed. Powergaming: Controling an RP situation where you give no one any options on how it should continue. Lets say i'm standing in my store and there are two guys robbing me, they've got swords, i also have a sword. If i emote *jumps his counter and cuts the man on the left in half with one slice of his blade* i've powergamed. I didn't give that man the option to protect himself or let him have any control in the situation. A more appropriate action would be. *jumps his counter and swings his sword powerfully towards the man on the left's stomach* this gives the other player the option for a response. What do you expect this server will be like?: I have no idea, busy comes to mind. I just have hopes that it will be an exciting experience. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Four servers i believe. The lands of Navia: I played on here for 9 months i think, i was a good member of the community and frequently was one of the first people to greet new members, i was banned from here after one admin decided i shouldn't care about the community, the admin that banned me lost her position 2 days after i was banned, my banning being one of the reasons she lost her position. i didn't return to Navia because much of the staff was like her and most of the people who role-played well had left after i was banned. Mesalia: I joined here after leaving Navia, The community here was much nicer, and after 9 months of roleplaying i had become rather adept at it. Here is where i got the chance to show my skills. Though i was good at roleplaying here i got much better and picked up many tricks of the trade while in Mesalia, i only played here for a few months, i left because i had school work. Terra Renatus: I founded this server, the idea was sound, the two lore writers did well, i of course gave them my own input for the lore as we we're a small group of friends. One of the lore writers left before we opened. Sawses and myself opened the server, but because of problems with the tech admin AKA: my brother, and issues with the community it collapsed. Was a sad day, after this i moved away from minecraft for a while. The Road Of Ages: I recently came back and started playing here as one of my friends is the head admin, i enjoy it here but the population feels too small sometimes, especially for the map size. I'm still playing on here, but i've come to this server after Sawses told me about it. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes i read/understood/agreed to the rules. How did you hear about us?: Sawses told me on skype. So word of mouth. Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you? i tried but my computer had trouble loading the screen so i was unable to. I'll do it when i can. EDIT: got it to work, think i'm vote 1,888 not sure though. What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?: RenownedWoflman ~just noticed that's spelled wrong. In-Character: Character Name: Chirr Evarir 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.): ACT I Chirr Evarir was born in a small secluded elven village in the forest. His childhood was filled with fun and training. His fun would be with his friends, though he had few as there were not many children in his village, he had many hours of enjoyment chasing them around the forest. As he grew older their games would become more challenges than fun, in the beginning they chased each other around the forest, on the ground that is, as they aged they would climb through the trees attempting to grab each other as they swung between branches. Chirr almost never lost in these games as his father kept him fit from a young age. He had to go through regular training regimes which involved cardio exercises running through the forest, Archery exercises in the village range, and basic sword combat with his father. The reason for his father's training was because it was a family tradition that the eldest child in the family would become a hunter and militia. The family history showed a proficiency in archery over swordsmanship. Chirr's life proceeded normally for a number of years, then came the year he could compete in the village festival, the festival consisted of a number of competitions, starting with racing, then archery, sword fighting, and finally of course the obstacle course. Generally first years don't win the competitions as the older participants had the advantage of time to learn the tricks needed to win. The youngest age one could compete was 18, this was so the younger ones would have time to learn how to fight, shoot, and run before they competed. Chirr knew which competitions he was proficient in, and then which he would lose. He was well trained in archery and he had been running for his entire life so these were his strong suits. On the other hand he wasn't very adept in handling a sword, though he had trained with swords for most of his life he was never able to properly handle them, and as a result he always lost to his father in training. The first competition of the day would be the race. The race consists of three different terrains. The first section of the race is in an open field found in the forest; the racers would run from one end to the other and then continue into the forest, this section was a test of the runners speed and stamina. The forest run was the second part of the race, the runners had to swiftly move in between the trees and avoid tripping over anything as they made their way to the top of a cliffside, and this section was a test of the runners’ agility. From above you wouldn't notice that the cliff was even there as the trees on the lower side of the cliff had grown over the years to the same height as the ones above, this resulted from the cliffside protecting the lower trees from the elements. The third section of this race was to run through the top of the forest running along the branches, this section was a test of the runners’ dexterity. Chirr had no worries about the race. The racers lined up along a line at one end of the field; there we're seven competitors, Chirr and six others. There was only one other competitor who was Chirr's age. Chirr took his place next to the other boy and they shared a short conversation about trees not being too far away, they were both obviously nervous about racing against their elders. They would've continued on with their nervous banter had the head elder not spoken announcing that the race was about to begin. The racers took up their position, readying themselves in their own ways, Chirr best readied himself by breathing quickly for a few moments, then taking long deep breaths. This placed him in a trance were he felt much calmer and could more easily identify his goals. The head elder slowly raised his hands, from his extended palms appeared two small orbs of floating light. In his left palm is a red orb, his right holds a blue orb. Chirrs eyes were immediately drawn to both lights as they slowly rose into the air. Once the orbs had reached about eight feet above the elder's head they combined to form a beautiful purple orb that excreted a bright royal purple light. This was the signal to begin the race, Chirr launched from his position his legs thrusting forwards as fast as he could make them move, his focus was on the trees though so Chirr did not notice his legs moving. The trees quickly closing in on Chirr as he speeds his way across the field, As he got closer to the tree line he chanced a glance at the other racers, to his surprise four racers were in front of him. They were all elders that meant the other racer his age was behind him, as well as one of the elders. This suited Chirr fine as sprinting wasn't his strong suit, but he had no interest in falling behind the other racers. It was too late now to catch up in the sprint as the tree line was a mere fifty or so feet in front of them. Chirr's eyes quickly scanned the tree line looking for his enterance, he saw an opening in the tree line slightly to his right, it was a small gap between two trees, he immediatly adjusted his run to aim for it and to slow down slightly. Too cross through the gap Chirr jumped and twisted his body sideways, the tree to his back grazed his shoulder blades as he slid between the trees. Ahead of Chirr was a countless number of trees, as he glanced to his side he could not see the other racers. He had slowed while looking for the others, realizing that time might be precious he picks up speed again and continues to make his way through the forest. Sweeping side to side jumping, ducking, and sidestepping to avoid trees in his path he switfly made his way through the forest. Chirr wasn't sure how long the forest was so he continued with the same speed in hopes that he could catch up to the racers. The forest ahead of him seemed to be clearing so he assumed he must be nearing the cliff. Only thirty or so feet ahead was the cliff, but as the trees were so thick Chirr could not see this. He breaks throught the last line of trees before the cliff and quickly stops to avoid flying off into the air. quickly gazing out at the tree branches in front of him he looks for his first foothold. To his left is a series of thick branches in a row. Quickly sidestepping so the lane was in front of him he jumps forward. His left foot lands with a slight thump on the first branch, kicking off he lands on his right foot on the branch ahead of that one. As he jumps between branches he notices that there are no other racers around him. He picks up his speed again desperately hoping that he can catch up to them before the end of the race. In picking up speed he is not able to check his footholds before he jumps to them. His right foot lands on a thinner branch and below him he hears a snap. His entire body drops as the branch gives way, desperatly he reaches out in hopes that he can grab onto the branches in front of him. His right arm thuds against a large branch and he spins in the breeze, the air is knocked out of him as his chest thuds against the side of a large branch. Immediatly Chirr wraps his left arm around the branch, his body droops down trying to drag him to the forest floor. But he holds on with his arm, and waits to catch his breath. His breath finally returning as he hears a noise behind him. Glancing back he sees the younger racer following coming up behind him. Chirr quickly drops down to a branch lower branch and continues jumping between branches again. The second racer has now caught up to Chirr and they are both jumping along the same route but on different levels. Both their paces quicken till their jumps are pure instinct, Chirr hopes that he won't land on another unlucky branch. The trees around them become a blurr and to Chirr it seems like they've been jumping for hours, he may have lost to the other racers, but he won't be coming in last. He can hear the other racer breathing heavily above him. The trees are thinning as they reach the clearing that signifies the end of the race. The racer above Chirr slows down to jump to lower branches so that he can get closer to the ground for when he runs out of trees. Chirr however does not, the finish line is specifically touching the grass in the opening, so Chirr knows the fastest way to get down is with the help of gravity. He continues making his way closer to the clearing, roughly twenty-five feet up in the air. Only two more branches lie in front of him, his right foot lands, luanches, his left foot lands, and luanches, instinctively his right foot goes out to land on another branch but no more lie in front of him. He drops quickly, gravity pulling him down quickly the ground rises up to greet him, Chirr tucks so that his right foot lands first, quickly followed by his left, he rolls over his left shoulder, once his feet come back towards the ground he pushes up flies up a few good feet and lands on both feet with a thud. Chirr looks up expecting to see the other racers standing in front of him waiting for the rest of the group, but to his suprise he is the first racer there, the villagers around him cheer for him as he has just won the first challenge. Next up is a challenge that hopefully won't put as much pressure on his body, archery is the second competition of the day. Chirr readies his bow, restringing it, he learned from a young age that he shouldn't leave it strung all the time as it loosens it up. All of Chirr's arrows are personally made, another skill he was taught so that he would never run out of arrows. He runs his eyes over each arrow to ensure that they don't have any flaws that would misdirect that arrow in it's flight path. He discards two from his quiver and pulls one out for use on his first shot. He slides the quiver strap over his shoulder and fastens the quiver onto his back. Picking up the first arrow and his bow he makes his way to the range. Unlike the first competition more people participated in the archery competition as they were all trained when young how to use a bow. fourteen people participated in the archery competition this year, most were elders, it looked to Chirr like there were four other younglings like himself. The way the archery competition worked is each competitor would fire five arrows into the target at the other end of the range. Chirr was last in line, so he stood nearby watching the others fire their arrows before him. Most of the shots fired landed on the target that stood 30 meters away. Finally it was Chirr's turn to fire his arrows, he had counted that in order to win he would need to land all of his arrows on the target and at least two needed to be in the center. Chirr stands in position in front of the target, he takes in quick breaths and then swaps to slow deep breaths, his mind focuses on the bow and arrow in his hands, the 4 other arrows in his quiver and the target at the other end of the range. He lifts his bow up, nocks the arrow into place, gazes down the shaft aiming for the target. With a smooth swish of his fingers he releases the arrow sending it flashing through the air, it lands with a light thud in the target slightly to the right of the center. Chirr is already nocking his second arrows and sends it flying immediately after the first. Quickly that arrow is followed by two more, till Chirr has only one arrow left, nocking it he slows his pace and stares intently at the target, his third and fourth arrow landed outside the center while the second arrow landed dead center. He needed this last arrow to land dead center in order to win the archery competition. As he stares down the target the world around him seems oddly quiet, no villagers are talking, he can only hear his own breath and only sees the arrow and the target. In slow-motion his fingers slide out of place and the arrow is released from its bond. It soars through the air slowly, it seems to be taking forever for it to make it's way to the target. The arrow lands after only a moment directly in the center of the target. The crowd of villagers cheer the once again winner stands still his still calm prepared to make another shot though he knows he is done with the competition and has won. Something in the air is setting him off and he feels uneasy about relaxing back into a normal stance. Reluctantly once people crowd around him he settles down and accepts the many congratulations. Up next is the more difficult competition for Chirr, Sword fighting, of course the swords used are not sharpened so at the worst his injuries would be bruises and other injuries of such nature. Chirr doesn't have a preferred sword choice but he does like holding the smaller weapons, they feel more like a natural extension to his arm than a longer, heavier blade. He makes his choice and steps into the arena, unlike the last competition he is in the very first match, up against one of the guards for the village. Looking around Chirr notices that all of the guards were there out of armor watching the competition, no doubt to watch Chirr lose against their companion. The village didn't really need the guards most of the time anyway, they just killed a few rabid animals every once in a while, there wasn't ever a real threat to the village. The head elder stands at the side of the arena, in his hand he holds a small chime, the battle begins once the chime has been hit. Chirr raises his sword up to a ready position, the guard on the other hand keeps it lowered towards the ground, he doesn't seem to see Chirr as a threat. To his right Chirr hears the sound of the chime. Chirr's opponent looks across the arena at Chirr and begins walking slowly towards him, dragging his large sword behind him. Chirr sets himself up in a corner hoping he'll be able to deflect the attacks and get some of his own attacks in. As the guard raises his sword to make the first strike an arrow comes out of the air and slides with a wet noise into the guard's skull, the sword dropping from his hands as he falls to his knees, dead before his body tumbles to the ground. Suddenly there is screaming everywhere, roars coming from the forest, the villagers around the arena in a panic as they all make their way to weapons or safety. Chirr is frozen for a few moments unsure of what just occured in front of him. Once his sense return he quickly turns and jumps the fence, taking the short sword with him. He weaves in between carts and people as he makes his way to his bow and arrows. He had left them next to the range in a locked chest so that no one would touch them while he competed in the sword fight. He reaches the chest and drops the sword on top of it, quickly he reaches into his pocket searching for the keys, pulling them out he notices that someone has stepped up behind him. He grabs his blade and turns moving it up into a defensive position, just in time, as he raises the blade in front of his face and torso a large mace comes down and smashes into the blade. Because he didn't have the best grip on the blade and was not in position for a heavy attack the blade is forced back into his face, Chirr's vision blacks out after receiving the blow. ACT II It's a sunny day, Chirr is lying in a newly constructed swinging bed, much in the same style as a hammock. He lies in the field, there are only two trees around and they both hold the hammock up. Chirr is looking up at the beautiful blue sky wondering what it would be like to walk among the clouds looking down upon the ground. His hammock swung side to side, pushed by the air, he didn't need to swing it himself. He continued looking up at the sky for many minutes before he closed his deep purple eyes. As he opens them again the sky has been replaced by a wooden roof, he is stuck inside a cage. The only similarity between the dream and reality is the rocking motion. Chirr sits up and notices that his cage is moving, it rocks side to side because of its unsteady condition. There is a large whelp on his head from where the dull edge of his blade smashed back into his own skull. He was lucky to be alive, if he hadn't had his blade with him his brains would now be soup in his skull. Chirr rubs his head as he gains his bearings and looks around him, he's not the only one in the cage, two other people seem to be here, one shivering in the corner and the other is lying on the ground. The one in the corner is a woman roughly thirty in age, on the ground is a man he looks to be much older. Chirr quickly looks around to make sure no one is walking beside them. "Psst." he whispers to the woman in the corner. "Hey, are you all right?" He asks the unresponsive shivering woman. As he finishes his sentence the cage behind him smashes inwards and he is knocked unconscious by the force of the blow. Chirr continues to move in and out of consciousness, the two blows to his head are draining much from him and he finds it difficult to stay awake and focus on anything, so he opens his eyes and then closes them till he falls back asleep a few minutes later. This continues for what seems like a few hours to Chirr because he is barely awake for the trip, in reality they've been travelling for closer to a few days, Chirr doesn't know it but the woman in the cage with him has been feeding him during the short periods were he is awake. As they are almost at their destination Chirr finally comes to and manages to stay awake. The woman is sleeping in the same corner she was in on the first day; the man that was in the cage seems to have disappeared. His head thumped with every beat of his heart, Chirr groans as he sits up in the cage. This time he stays quiet as he doesn't want to suffer another head injury. The first thing he notices after his head injury is that they're no longer in the forest; their surroundings are now a sandy cactus filled place. He can't see who it is that has captured them, his thoughts turn to the village and what must have become of it. The group that attacked them most likely destroyed the land, Chirr would've cried thinking about this but crying only made his head feel worse. without anything better to do he once again falls asleep. Chirr wakes hours later as a large hand drags him out of the cage and tosses him onto the ground. Quickly he stands up, a horrific mistake as his head swims and he topples over unable to control himself. The woman who was in the cage has already stood up and she offers him her arm so he can steady himself. Once on his feet again he checks his surrounding, he doesn't have to look far to find his captors. Standing high in front of him is a large grey orc, he towered a good meter over Chirr's head. The two captives are pushed from behind and made to walk forward into a cave. Chirr slowly moved forward his head swam with every step. They didn't have to walk far, only a few meters through the cave entrance it opened up into a larger space lit by torches. In the center of the room stood a group of 12 other villagers, it seems they weren't the only ones captured. The two of them are herded into group, they take up their places behind the small group. One by one each villager is brought up onto a pedestal; they are made to stand there while a single green orc observes them. He checks their height, weight, and muscle tone, then he motions to the nearby grey orc who takes the villager down one of two tunnels. It comes to the woman’s turn she’s pulled from Chirr’s side and dragged up to the pedestal, the green orc doesn’t bother checking her, he motions to the right tunnel and she’s dragged into it. Another orc pushes Chirr from behind; he moves forward, his head now much clearer than when he first entered the cave. He stands tall upon the pedestal and the green orc roughly works his hands around his body. Chirr can feel the orc tugging roughly at his arms, it takes quite the willpower to avoid lashing out. He’s pushed off the pedestal roughly, he lands on both his feet lightly. The grey orc grabs his right shoulder and leads him towards the left tunnel. Epilogue This tunnel would signify a change in Chirr’s life forever. The orcs that captured him are slave traders and the tunnel he was brought down is where they keep the slaves that will be used for labor, the other tunnel is for slaves that would do in home work. Chirr spends the next three years of his life in that tunnel, he works digging out minerals for the orcs to sell. He was not freed from the mine until the orc cave was raided by another group of slavers, these ones however sold their slaves to other people rather than keeping them for themselves. These slave traders sold Chirr to a wood elf who used to reside in Chirr’s village. The wood elf released Chirr immediately after purchasing him, he would’ve spared some supplies for Chirr but he had spent all of his money purchasing him from the traders. Chirr stayed the night with the elf, thanked him in the morning and left. Chirr knows he will never be able to find his old home as it has surely been abandoned, So now he travels, looking for a new home to call his own. Your characters ambitions: Chirr wishes to find a new home, somewhere he can protect and call his own, because of his capture he feels no love for those of the orc races, but his wish is to protect the good people in the land. 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? Chirr approaches the bandits, he does not have a bow as he has been unable to obtain one after his freedom was secured. He leans down and picks up a fist sized rock from the ground, he holds it in his right hand at his side. With his left arm he motions to the bandits. "I Suggest you leave." he warns them. The two bandits look up from the elf and stare down Chirr. "Oh yeah, and what'll you do about it, grow us a tree." one of the bandits jests. They both bursts out laughing, Chirr sighs. "Leave and you can have this." He lifts his right hand, and holds the rock out to the bandits. This causes the bandits to double over in a renewed fit of laughter. Chirr takes a step forward readying the rock by moving his arm back, in a quick snap he shoots the rock forward and it connects with a loud crack against the skull of the loud mouthed bandit. He collapses on the ground and immediately his companion's laughter ceases, he raises his blade up and stabs forward at Chirr. Chirr steps back quickly, smoothly dodging all of the bandit's attacks, slowly the bandits attacks become slugish, swinging the large blade is wearing him down. The bandit takes one final strike downward at Chirr, Chirr sidesteps to the right, and plants his fist into the bandit's temple. The final bandit collapses next to Chirr, his blade stuck in the ground from the last attack. Chirr steps over the bandit's limp body and approaches the dazed elf. "Are you all right?" he asks. "I'm fine, thank you very much for your help." the elf responds. Chirr bends down and picks up the first bandit's blade. "You might want to hold on to this, it's too big for me so i can't use it." He hands the blade to the elf hilt first. The elf nods and quickly gather his supplies, he thanks Chirr a few more times quickly before running off. Chirr turns to face the bandits lying on the ground. "I am no fighter with my hands but the two of you are even worse." With these last words he drops a coin onto each body and continues on his way. 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? "Oh, Hello. This is a shop, yes?" Chirr asks the shop owner. "Yes it, would you be interested in something?" The shop owner asks as he cleans off his counter. "I am in need of a bow, but i don't have much money on me." Chirr pulls a few coins out of a pouch hanging from his waist. "Oh, lad that's not going to be enough for a bow." the shop owner explains. "Perhaps you can loan me the bow for now and i can return at a later time with more money." Chirr explains hoping the shop owner might lend him the bow. "I don't know, you could just run off with the bow and never come back, i've got a better idea, you will protect my shop for the next two weeks in return you may keep the bow." At this the shopkeeper pulls a bow out from beneath his counter and places it on top. "Two weeks? That is not too long, and in return i get to keep the bow. That sounds like a fair deal, but i must ask, do you frequently get trouble in the area?" "Not normally, but more recently some thugs have been traveling through, they make me nervous so it would be best to have a guard just to deter them." "This is fair, i accept your terms, when shall i start?" "Immediately, here's the bow and a quiver with four arrows." The shop owner hands Chirr the bow and quiver. Chirr straps the quiver to his back and takes up a position next to the shop owners counter, and there he will stand for the next to weeks while the shop is open. A screenshot of your skin: Tried putting the picture right on the forum, doesn't seem to be working. Here is a link. http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/33/javaw2012021216215154.png/ Other Information: I'm so sorry about the backstory being really long, i just couldn't stop writing.