ALMOSTunseen

9/10

I didn't even have to think, I just saw your name and went, Legend!

((MC Name)):ALMOSTunseen

Character Name:Eodai

Race:Dark Elf

((RL)) Age:((13)) 32

Current Occupation:None

If any, preferred positions:

Security Team

Particular skills can be written here:

25 swordsmanship

10 cooking

15 blacksmithing

Out of Character:

MC name:ALMOSTunseen

RP name:Eodai

Race:Dark Elf

Do you meet the basic Initiate requirements?

Yes

In Character:

You read the Oath of the Guard:

Quote

-I swear to abide by all the rules of Normandor and the Kingdom of Malinor.

-I swear to uphold the peace, justice and sanctity of the Elder Tree.

-I swear not to abuse my powers, to assist my brothers in arms and to conduct myself professionally.

-I swear to follow the chain of command and strive to prove myself to them.

“As brothers in arms we strive to ensure the security and prosperity of our city. Harbingers of death to all who would oppose Her, paragons of justice to all who defy Her, protector of Her sanctity.”

Signed:Eodai

*The Sentinel asks you questions so he may ponder over your request to join the Guard, he beckons you to keep it brief*

Question 1: What can you contribute to the Guard of Normandor?

I am eager to learn and participate no matter how much effort, or sacrifices it takes. As a dark elf, I have lived in poverty, in the darkest corners of Asulon my whole life. Now, I think, it is time to give back, while still killing things. I am quite handy with my sword. From living in the slums for many, my ability to cook my own food, and repair my weapons is adequate.

Question 2: Armoured persons approach our gates, they are open. You don’t know why they are here. What do you do?

I look around hastily, the watchtowers and walls are deserted. An armoured patrol makes its way to the gates, you do not know if they are here on treaty, or to destroy. I run hastily to gates, seeing them jammed open, a small rock lies in the corner of the gate, leaving it wedged open. Drawing my sword, a precise blow to the rock, knocks it out. The gates come tumbling down, narrowly avoiding my face. I run towards the barracks, screaming out for assistance. The guards come tumbling out of the barracks, their faces showing heavy boredom. I just remember, That today is the day of the guard meeting, and I am one of the few meant to be guarding the city while the senior guards converse.

Question 3: Where do you wish to progress in the Guard?

I wish to improve my teamwork skills, and progress through the ranks. I would like to help other people as much as possible. I would also like to improve my fighting and battling skills.

Ahem, your in UTC +10, get it right XD.

Other wise, great app, I would love to see more fm's and gm's on in the Australian time zone, soooooo,

Out-Of-Character:

Minecraft Account Name:

ALMOSTunseen

Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?:

Sadly, no

How old are you?:

13

Time-Zone/Country of Residence:

GMT +10/Sydney

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:

Yes, English is my one and only language

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:

I am a high school student in Sydney.I achieve quite high marks at school and consider myself quite an intelligent person. My hobbies are gaming, sailing and my dog.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?:

Maybe 10 hours, depending how much school work I get...

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.:

I am a very passionate person about the "fallout" game serious and Roleplaying is forgetting everything around you and just immersing yourself in a different world where you can be whatever you want to be.

In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are.

Metagaming and Powergaming both go out of character for role playing. Meta gaming is using information that is not supposed to be used, such as referring to someone as their minecraft name, which is information would not be visible in real life. Power gaming is playing a game style which is considered unfair, and bad sportsmanship. Its is say just instantly killing someone out of the blue or without fight, this is a roleplaying server, stuff is supposed to be acted out.

What do you expect this server will be like?:

From hearing information from my friends, this is one of the best and most realistic role playing server around. The community is supposedly very friendly and this is a very complex and challenging rpg experience.I expect it to be well maintained with friendly gamers that will help to further advance my minecraft experience.

What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:

I have played on these servers:

VeteranCraft

Pines

Paradise Falls

Tombaland

The main reason I have left these servers is because the community on the servers starts to diminish and I find it can get very boring as there is nothing much to do.

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:

Yes I have

How did you hear about us?:

My friend, Hyperion101, forum name Hyperion(application team) recomended the server for me as a good rpg experience.

Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?

Yes 2,387

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

ALMOSTunseen

In-Character:

Character Name:

Lug Barakah

What is your Race?:

I am an Elf of High Elf subrace.

Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):

In his earlier years, Lug would sit bored, his head resting on his dusty hands, glasses threaded through his thick hair as he looked around the ancient classroom, admiring the old, smoothly carved wooden ceilings and beams. From a young age, Lug had been interested in architecture, and farming. He spent the long, steamy afternoons, not inside studying through endless books, as he was supposed to be, but running back and forth through the garden, doing whatever he pleased. He would mostly be working in his little slice of heaven, the hollowed out ground beneath a great pine tree, close by in the forest. This is where he kept all his wood working tools, farming tools and the small handwritten books that he found fluttering in the wind one day, one very interesting day. As Lug was slowly strolling home from school one day, he saw a old man running, or whatever running meant at his age. He was carrying a satchel, an old cloth woven shoulder satchel. As the man approached Lug, he saw a grief stricken face, beads of sweat pouring down it. He half threw, half lobbed the satchel towards Lug, speaking in an authoritative tone, taking heavy breaths in between each word, "Please, take these books, they, are my life's work, keep them safe, make sure the information lives on!" With that he struggles onwards. As Lug look behind me, he see guards, heavy in iron clad armour, running towards him, and in part chasing after the man that spoke to him. Lug didn't dare ask the guards what was happening as they sprinted past him, the clanging of there armour a repetitive sound. After continuing home Lug gently placed the satchel on his desk and picked a book out it, scrawled on the front page was "A guide to adept Farming" As he flicked through the bag, most of the books were on similar topics, farming, herblore and woodworking. Lug spent most of my days reading through the books, interested at the secrets they hold, all the wonderful and unusual methods they support. One of the last books was a diary, As Lug skimmed through it, he was intrigued about some of the latest entry's. The writer was experimenting with the dark arts, and how it can be used to speed up growing time and produce larger crops. The ways he was experimenting were unorthodox and surprisingly successful. The latest entry, which was hastily written and barely legible, proclaimed that the writer, called Nafrat, was being hunted down for arrest as the dark arts he was experimenting with was strictly illegal. He wrote that he must pass his books, which contained his life's work, onto someone else, to share its secrets.

Now 45 years old, 6 Foot 2, and only entering the beginning of his life, Lug was slaving away on his farm, planting seeds in pre prepared soil as Nafrat's book had demonstrated. Lug had continued through school, to his parents wishes, however hard it was. He was trying to follow through the high elf ways, of high knowledge and the leaders of government. Lug was currently going for the job of assistant, for the Okarir'Acaln, the Master of Trade. Lug loved going to the lustrous and interesting market and bartering for whatever endless secrets it holds. Lug was currently in the trade of farming, and it was going quite well, with the help of Nafrat's advice from his books. Lug was currently in the works of writing a compendium of all Nafrat's books, so there would be one easy place to find all the advice you need on farming, herblore and woodworking. He would spend most of his days working away in endless fields of crops, in the markets, or at home working on his book. One day Lug hoped to explore the dark arts that Nafrat study's ended so abruptly on.

Your characters ambitions:

Lug hopes to achieve many things in life, some of them being

Assistant Master of Trade and in the future Master of Trade

To complete his compendium of Nafrat's work

To explore the dark arts in farming

To achieve his own stall in the market instead of selling to a supplier

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?

Slowly moving his eyes across the surrounding area, Lug surveys what is ahead of him, never very good at direct combat, his strategy skills superseded his peers'. He drew his small, finely honed scythe from his belt, normally used for removing branches and leaves from trees, to be used in the art of herblore. He sneaks behind one of the bandits, him nor his partner noticing. A quick smooth movement to his throat was all that finished the job. As he dropped dead to floor, his friend spun around on his heels, looking at Lug dead in the eyes, his milky white eyes contrasting to his death black armour, this one will be just a bit harder Lug thought. In mere milliseconds Lug had looked at his armour and discovered a weak spot. In between his chest plate and legs, rode a sturdy leather belt, but not sturdy enough for Lug. A quick swipe there took him onto his knees, then a final blow, nearly decapitating him, made sure he never stood again.

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?

"Well this is different!" Lug exclaimed. Normally lug would be wondering about a noisy, bustling market place, but today was different. Most people would be attending the gladiator fight, but that was not something for Lug. Combat to the death, just for fame and money was a vile and disgusting thing. But today was the perfect day for a great deal, bored shop keepers trying to get whatever money they can today. "I would like to purchase a new shovel, what kind of price can you do me? Lug questioned. Normally Lug would use only his own materials, but mining was not something for him, and that was just what was required for the more advanced tools. "That will be 550 minas" he said blandly. That was a price Lug could afford, but not one he would pay! "You know, with all this profit you are SURE to be making today, maybe you could drop the price on the tool, to you say, 500" Lug said sarcastically. The shop owner replied with a short and sharp "No". Not taking no for an answer, Lug replied "How about 500 minas and a loaf of my finest, fresh baked bread", removing a carefully wrapped loaf of bread from his bag, allowing the shop keeper to examine it. Pondering in thought, the shop keeper eventually agreed to my terms and handed over the shovel, then Lug handed over the minas and the bread.

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