Romulo

This is what I believe in. Deism. I beleive there is a god or higher being, that created the world. But evolution did occur. In the bible it says 7 days because when the bible was first being read people back then, they could not understand the concept of a huge number like millions or billions. So lets says instead of 7 days god created the world in 7 million. Slowly as it progressed. The bad is thing the 7 days stuck. Also I hate the thought of religion running a country or nation. Every country should be ran by the people, not a religion. For example if a women wants to get an abortion it is her body, and she has the right to do whatever she wants with it. if someone is a homesexual, let them be one. Let them marry their love. Who are we to say that they can't get married because it is in a book? (even though it never says it in that in a way that condemns homosexuality.) No one has a say on someones personal life.

Not if its done maturely.

Reading subbed doesn't bother me at all, it not difficult. But when a dub is done nice I would rather watch it dubbed. Like FMA, or Samurai Champloo, they are nicely done.

Out-Of-Character Minecraft Account Name: IamRomulo How old are you?: 17 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Standerd time. (EST)USA Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm a normal high school senior who enjoys doing many different things. I like to listen to music and play video games, mainly rpg games. I love to read,learn, and spend most of my free time relaxing in my way. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Well since senioritis is kicking in, I may be able to spend 10-20 hours a week online. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying is when players play in a fictional world through the eyes of their fictional, fully defined characters. Players encounter friends, enemies, and conflicts that they resolve through the actions of their own character. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I was always into roleplaying so much that when I made stories up in my head and shared with my friends they would pick on me, but I would just ignore and laugh with them. I like to write, and in writing I always roleplay. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-Gaming is when you use information that your character is not suppose to know. Ex: Information from real life, or website. Another example is when you say a players account name instead of the In-Game name. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power-gaming is when someone acts through means that are unrealistic in roleplay. For example: "Whilst traveling in the forest, I saw an orc charging at me, so I immediately shot an arrow through his heart." Another example could be when someone is tied up and then claims to have unrestrained himself. What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect an amazing community, where people stick to roleplaying and we all just have fun. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I played on servers that I hosted my self with a couple of friends, and servers that my friends also hosted. The biggest server I've played on was one which at its peak was 100 players online. I wanted more experience so I searched for a different server. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I've read, I understand, and I agree. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Yes. How did you hear about us?: I was browsing for different servers, and I stumbled upon Lotc. Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?: Yes, and I believe I was number 1698 In-Character: Character Name: Elric Girtan What Race are you?: Human What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): None. Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): My name is Elric Girtin. I have light brown hair, and blue eyes, both from my mother. I was born in a village in Salvus, Asulon, as where both my parents and my big brother, Edward. We enjoyed our time together playing, and farming. The people in my village liked to build and expand. Everyone in the village new each other and all the kids played together. Even though I like to play with the kids, I would rather spend time with my parents. Both my mom and dad where into woodcutting and crafting. They built our home on their own two years before I was born. They had come here from their old home in Aegis which they were forced to abandon. I had not seen my older brother, Edward in 3 years. He left the village to go explore, and see the wonder of our world when I was 6. He said when he comes back he would take me with him to finish exploring, but he still hasn't returned. Working with my parents, I started woodcutting and crafting. We had a small store outside near our house, and I usually saw the same faces every time since our village was so small. And with the wooden sword that I crafted myself, my dad let me stay guard, and I would always be rewarded with my mom coming outside with a big glass of juice. All of a sudden on a cold winter morning, my life changed in a matter of minutes. I was in our small store, wielding my wooden sword, trying to intimidate anyone who caught my eye the wrong way when these three strange men walked in and demanded my dad pay the money he owed them. “Pay up!” My dad told him he never borrowed money. “Yeah, I know you didn’t…but your son did.” Said one of the tall men. “We went to get it from him and he ran away. We looked around his place, and found out he has family here. Better pay up for him.” A second one added. My dad opened the cash drawer and asked him how much it was. He snatched the drawer out of my father’s hands and said that it wouldn't cover even half of it. All of our money… just gone like that. He pulled out his weapon and pointed it to my dad’s neck; “Two days from now you better have the money ready.” the third one finally spoke. I stood and reached for my sword, but my dad quickly put me down. The men glared at me and left. My father told my mother, and she started crying. Such a happy woman crying... it really hurt me. It had been three days, and they had not come back yet. We figured my brother paid them off. I was working outside putting the lumber in a pile. When I place the last set down, I heard a man scream. Not just any man’s scream, but the scream of a dying man… my dying man. I saw smoke, and ran to our store. I lay my eyes on my father's lifeless corpse on the floor in a pool of blood. I ran outside for help, and I saw three men ride past me quick. I saw where the smoke was coming from now. The house my parents built with their own hands… was burning to the ground. I went through a hole where a wall used to be… and saw my mom gathering everything she could. She looked at me, and went from a face in pain to a face in horror. I got hit hard, and blacked out. A few seconds later when I got my vision back, I found my mom under a large pile of burning wood. She looked at me and said something, but my hearing was offset. I didn’t hear anything and was only able to mouth off “run…” She was gone. I ran outside where villagers have gathered, and tried to stop the fire. A villager grabbed me, as a fell back and fainted. I woke up at an infirmary. I saw my wooden sword, and a small family portrayed, with my brother burned off. After two days there, I left. From then on, I had roamed around village by village, camp by camp, looking for a temporary place to stay while I build up the money, as well as the courage to find a certain person. The person who caused all of this, my brother. Eventually, I found a place that I could stay for a while to make some money for my soon to come journey. It was at a shop similar to my old one. I stayed there at the shop for 7 years. I cut wood and crafted items for people, over charging them since this city had more money than my old village. The owner let me sleep inside the store in the backroom. After I had gained enough money, and bought myself a new hatchet and a new sword. I said thanks to the owner and left. I am now 20 years old and have been wandering in search of my brother for 4 years without a definite home. I just want to settle somewhere after this journey of mine is complete. In fact, part of me doesn't even want to go on this journey, but my memories haunt me every night and I feel like the only way to get my past out of my head is to confront who is responsible.I hate my brother for leaving us and causing the death of my parents, but part of me wants to believe that he is not who I think he is. I am not afraid of the people who stand in my way of finding my brother, but I do get chills down my spine when I imagine myself finally seeing his almost forgotten face. Nevertheless, I now roam around Asulon, occasionally stopping at villages and making new friends and enemies as I continue on my adventure, eagerly awaiting the day that I can get over my past, and settle down somewhere permanent to live a normal life. What is your Character's ambitions?: His true goal is to settle down in a nice town and live in his own home. However, he is bothered by his past and cannot do so until do so until he is at peace with himself. He has to find a way to rid the memories from his mind, and feels the only way to do so is to confront his older brother, Edward. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): His Hatchet. He is always carrying it with him. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? Woodcutting. He grew up around it. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): Other Information about your Character: N/A Open-Response-Questions Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond? I decided it is not my problem, and tried to walk past them. They confront me wanting trouble. I told them I didn't want a conflict. They step closer, and I place my hand on my sword and yell at them, "Back off! I don't want any trouble." I say as my heart starts pounding. They step closer, so I pull out my sword a few inches out of its scabbard. They still keep coming closer, so I pull it all out, to show them I mean business. One warrior decides they don't need to make a fuss now, "We have enough from the haffling, it doesn't look like this guy isn't carrying anything anyways." I glare at them and watch their movements closely, trying to avoid showing any fear. They turn back to the hafflling, and I swiftly walk away. Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response? I look around the stall quickly, and see that he can fix broken tools. Me - "How much to fix a handle?" The merchant quickly responds - "About 100 minas, sir." I start to walk away. Merchant - "90 minas! No, 85!" Me - "No thanks. I think I'd rather fix it myself with those prices." I slowly approach the door expecting the merchant to lower the price one more time for me, but end up having to leave with a broken handle. Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?: I look around, and see that no one has been here in a while. The hut is dusty and it seemed still. I enter the small hut and see the chest filled with quite a fortunate amount of loot, but feeling sorry for whoever owns the hut, I decide not to take. As I turn around to leave I notice a portrait of a happy family and quickly grab the items in the chest. I try to tell myself that I took the items because I need them to survive, but deep inside, I know it was jealousy. Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond? After what felt like days of walking, I see a small trading camp. I quickly run to them to ask for food. "Hello" a woman said. "Please ma'am do you have any food?" I beg. Yes, but its not for for free. I go into my pocket, and pull out nothing. She says she has a business to run and walks away. She then puts out samples and winks. I see the free samples, and grab as many as I can. "Ok then. Cya" *smiling* I guess she didn't want other people to start asking for free food. You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?: After wasting all my money, on food, and places to stay overnight, I have no choice but to join them. The toughest men in the town all volunteer. Probably not for the money, but just for a chance to kill. We get to the road and there they are. There are at least a dozen of them. Suddenly, out of as if nowhere, we are spotted by the bandits and attacked all at once. I get struck at by a boy my age, maybe a year older. He swings at me and I block with my sword. Shattering it into pieces. *There goes my months savings... I knew I shouldn't have bought it from those street merchants.* He is swinging at me and I'm on the floor. He swings his final blow, and I see my life flash before my eyes. I look up and see that I'm not dead. A man from the town is holding him. "Kill him!" The soldiers yell. "Haha kill him!" *I am sickened and disgusted by my comrades, yet they did just save my life* I grasp the young man's sword and stick it through him, killing him. I was no match for him. Thankfully that man saved me. Now the bandits are all either dead or ran away. I walk back to the town, retrieve my reward, and immediately leave them.

Out-Of-Character Minecraft Account Name: IamRomulo How old are you?: 17 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Standerd time. (EST)USA Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm a normal high school senior who enjoys doing many different things. I like to listen to music and play video games, mainly rpg games. I love to read,learn, and spend most of my free time relaxing in my way. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Well since senioritis is kicking in, I may be able to spend 10-20 hours a week online What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying is when players play in a fictional world through the eyes of their fictional, fully defined characters. Players encounter friends, enemies, and conflicts that they resolve through the actions of their own character. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I was always into roleplaying so much that when I made stories up in my head and shared with my friends they would pick on me, but I would just ignore and laugh with them. I like to write, and in writing I always roleplay. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-Gaming is when you use information that your character is not suppose to know. Ex: Information from real life, or website. Another example is when you say a players account name instead of the In-Game name. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power-gaming is unrealistic roleplaying. When something happens to you, you have to think of a realistic way to get out of that situation. You can not be magically freed from that situation. You have to play in what would be a realistic situation. What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect an amazing community, where people stick to roleplaying and we all just have fun. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I played on servers that I hosted my self with a couple of friends, and servers that my friends also hosted. The biggest server I've played on was one which at its peak was 100 players online. I wanted more experience so I searched for a different server. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I've read, I understand, and I agree. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Yes. How did you hear about us?: I was browsing for different servers, and I stumbled upon Lotc. Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?: Yes, and I believe I was number 1698 In-Character: Character Name: Elric Girtan What Race are you?: Human What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): None Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): My name is Elric Girtin. I have light brown hair, and blue eyes, both from my mother. I was born in a village in Salvus, Asulon, as where both my parents and my big brother, Edward. We enjoyed our time together playing, and farming. The people in my village liked to build and expand. Everyone in the village new each other and all the kids played together. Even though I like to play with the kids, I would rather spend time with my parents. Both my mom and dad where into woodcutting and crafting. They built our home on their own two years before I was born. They had come here from their old home in Aegis which they were forced to abandon. I had not seen my older brother, Edward in 3 years. He left the village to go explore, and see the wonder of our world when I was 6. He said when he comes back he would take me with him to finish exploring, but he still hasn't returned. Working with my parents, I started woodcutting and crafting. We had a small store outside near our house, and I usually saw the same faces every time since our village was so small. And with the wooden sword that I crafted myself, my dad let me stay guard, and I would always be rewarded with my mom coming outside with a big glass of juice. All of a sudden on a cold winter morning, my life changed in a matter of minutes. I was in our small store, wielding my wooden sword, trying to intimidate anyone who caught my eye the wrong way when these three strange men walked in and demanded my dad pay the money he owed them. “Pay up!” My dad told him he never borrowed money. “Yeah, I know you didn’t…but your son did.” Said one of the tall men. “We went to get it from him and he ran away. We looked around his place, and found out he has family here. Better pay up for him.” A second one added. My dad opened the cash drawer and asked him how much it was. He snatched the drawer out of my father’s hands and said that it wouldn't cover even half of it. All of our money… just gone like that. He pulled out his weapon and pointed it to my dad’s neck; “Two days from now you better have the money ready.” the third one finally spoke. I stood and reached for my sword, but my dad quickly put me down. The men glared at me and left. My father told my mother, and she started crying. Such a happy woman crying... it really hurt me. It had been three days, and they had not come back yet. We figured my brother paid them off. I was working outside putting the lumber in a pile. When I place the last set down, I heard a man scream. Not just any man’s scream, but the scream of a dying man… my dying man. I saw smoke, and ran to our store. I lay my eyes on my father's lifeless corpse on the floor in a pool of blood. I ran outside for help, and I saw three men ride past me quick. I saw where the smoke was coming from now. The house my parents built with their own hands… was burning to the ground. I went through a hole where a wall used to be… and saw my mom gathering everything she could. She looked at me, and went from a face in pain to a face in horror. I got hit hard, and blacked out. A few seconds later when I got my vision back, I found my mom under a large pile of burning wood. She looked at me and said something, but my hearing was offset. I didn’t hear anything and was only able to mouth off “run…” She was gone. I ran outside where villagers have gathered, and tried to stop the fire. A villager grabbed me, as a fell back and fainted. I woke up at an infirmary. I saw my wooden sword, and a small family portrayed, with my brother burned off. After two days there, I left. From then on, I had roamed around village by village, camp by camp, looking for a temporary place to stay while I build up the money, as well as the courage to find a certain person. The person who caused all of this, my brother. Eventually, I found a place that I could stay for a while to make some money for my soon to come journey. It was at a shop similar to my old one. I stayed there at the shop for 7 years. I cut wood and crafted items for people, over charging them since this city had more money than my old village. The owner let me sleep inside the store in the backroom. After I had gained enough money, and bought myself a new hatchet and a new sword. I said thanks to the owner and left. I am now 20 years old and have been wandering in search of my brother for 4 years without a definite home. I just want to settle somewhere after this journey of mine is complete. In fact, part of me doesn't even want to go on this journey, but my memories haunt me every night and I feel like the only way to get my past out of my head is to confront who is responsible.I hate my brother for leaving us and causing the death of my parents, but part of me wants to believe that he is not who I think he is. I am not afraid of the people who stand in my way of finding my brother, but I do get chills down my spine when I imagine myself finally seeing his almost forgotten face. Nevertheless, I now roam around Asulon, occasionally stopping at villages and making new friends and enemies as I continue on my adventure, eagerly awaiting the day that I can get over my past, and settle down somewhere permanent to live a normal life. What is your Character's ambitions?: His true goal is to settle down in a nice town and live in his own home. However, he is bothered by his past and cannot do so until do so until he is at peace with himself. He has to find a way to rid the memories from his mind, and feels the only way to do so is to confront his older brother, Edward. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): His Hatchet. He is always carrying it with him. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? Woodcutting. He grew up around it. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): Other Information about your Character: N/A Open-Response-Questions Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond? I decided it is not my problem, and tried to walk past them. They confront me wanting trouble. I told them I didn't want a conflict. They step closer, and I place my hand on my sword and yell at them, "Back off! I don't want any trouble." I say as my heart starts pounding. They step closer, so I pull out my sword a few inches out of its scabbard. They still keep coming closer, so I pull it all out, to show them I mean business. One warrior decides they don't need to make a fuss now, "We have enough from the haffling, it doesn't look like this guy isn't carrying anything anyways." I glare at them and watch their movements closely, trying to avoid showing any fear. They turn back to the hafflling, and I swiftly walk away. Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response? I look around the stall quickly, and see that he can fix broken tools. Me - "How much to fix a handle?" The merchant quickly responds - "About 100 minas, sir." I start to walk away. Merchant - "90 minas! No, 85!" Me - "No thanks. I think I'd rather fix it myself with those prices." I slowly approach the door expecting the merchant to lower the price one more time for me, but end up having to leave with a broken handle. Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?: I look around, and see that no one has been here in a while. The hut is dusty and it seemed still. I enter the small hut and see the chest filled with quite a fortunate amount of loot, but feeling sorry for whoever owns the hut, I decide not to take. As I turn around to leave I notice a portrait of a happy family and quickly grab the items in the chest. I try to tell myself that I took the items because I need them to survive, but deep inside, I know it was jealousy. Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond? After what felt like days of walking, I see a small trading camp. I quickly run to them to ask for food. "Hello" a woman said. "Please ma'am do you have any food?" I beg. Yes, but its not for for free. I go into my pocket, and pull out nothing. She says she has a business to run and walks away. She then puts out samples and winks. I see the free samples, and grab as many as I can. "Ok then. Cya" *smiling* I guess she didn't want other people to start asking for free food. You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?: After wasting all my money, on food, and places to stay overnight, I have no choice but to join them. The toughest men in the town all volunteer. Probably not for the money, but just for a chance to kill. We get to the road and there they are. There are at least a dozen of them. Suddenly, out of as if nowhere, we are spotted by the bandits and attacked all at once. I get struck at by a boy my age, maybe a year older. He swings at me and I block with my sword. Shattering it into pieces. *There goes my months savings... I knew I shouldn't have bought it from those street merchants.* He is swinging at me and I'm on the floor. He swings his final blow, and I see my life flash before my eyes. I look up and see that I'm not dead. A man from the town is holding him. "Kill him!" The soldiers yell. "Haha kill him!" *I am sickened and disgusted by my comrades, yet they did just save my life* I grasp the young man's sword and stick it through him, killing him. I was no match for him. Thankfully that man saved me. Now the bandits are all either dead or ran away. I walk back to the town, retrieve my reward, and immediately leave them.

Out-Of-Character Minecraft Account Name: IamRomulo How old are you?: 17 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Standerd time. (EST)USA Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm a normal high school senior who enjoys doing many different things. I like to listen to music and play video games, mainly rpg games. I love to read,learn, and spend most of my free time relaxing in my way. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Well since senioritis is kicking in, I may be able to spend 10-20 hours a week online What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: What RP means to me is that I have a chance to live the life I always wanted. To be able to do unimaginable beauty I can never do in real life. I become a completely different person, a person in the right world truly made for them. Created by them. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I was always into roleplaying so much that when I made stories up in my head and shared with my friends they would pick on me, but I would just ignore and laugh with them. I like to write, and in writing I always roleplay. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-Gaming is when you use information that your character is not suppose to know. Ex: Information from real life, or website. Another example is when you say a players account name instead of the In-Game name. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power-gaming is unrealistic roleplaying. When something happens to you, you have to think of a realistic way to get out of that situation. You can not be magically freed from that situation. You have to play in what would be a realistic situation. What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect an amazing community, where people stick to roleplaying and we all just have fun. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I played on servers that I hosted my self with a couple of friends, and servers that my friends also hosted. The biggest server I've played on was one which at its peak was 100 players online. I wanted more experience so I searched for a different server. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I've read, I understand, and I agree. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Yes. How did you hear about us?: I was browsing for different servers, and I stumbled upon Lotc. Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?: 1698 In-Character: Character Name: Elric Girtan What Race are you?: Human What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): None Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): My name is Edward Girtin. I have light brown hair, and blue eyes, both from my mother. I was born in a village in Salvus, Asulon, as where both my parents and my big brother brother. We enjoyed our time together playing, and farming. The people in my village liked to build and expand. Everyone in the village new each other and all the kids played together. Even though I like to play with the kids, I rather spend time with my parents. Both my Mom, and dad where into woodcutting, and crafting, they built our house with their own two hands. I have an older brother that I have not seen in years, he left the village to go explore, and see the wonder of our world. He said when he comes back he would take me with him to finish exploring, it’s been 3 years. Working with my parents I started woodcutting and crafting. We had a small store outside near our house, and I usually saw the same faces every time since our village was so small. And with my wooden sword I crafted myself, my dad let me stay guard, and I would always be rewarded with my mom coming outside with a big glass of juice. What more could a 9 year old want? My life changed in a matter of minutes. On a cold winter morning; I was in our small store, wielding my wooden sword, trying to intimidate anyone who caught my eye the wrong way. These strange men three of them walked in and demanded my dad pay the money he owes them. “Pay up!” My dad told him he never borrowed money. “Yeah, I know you didn’t…but your son did.” Said one the tall men. “We went to get it from him and he ran away. We looked around his place, and found out he has family here. Better pay up for him.” A second one added. My dad opens the cash drawer and asks him how much it was. “He snatched the drawer out of my father’s hand, and said this won’t cover even half of it. Our money… just gone like that. He pulls out his weapon and points it to my dad’s neck; “Two days from now you better have the money ready” the third one finally spoke. I stand and reach for my sword, but my dad quickly puts me down. The men leave. My father tells my mother, and she starts crying. Such a happy woman…crying it hurt me. It’s been three days, and they have not come back yet. We figured my brother paid them off. I was working outside putting the lumber in a pile. When I place the last set down, I hear a man scream. Not just any man’s scream, but the scream of a dying man…my dying man. I see smoke, and I run to our store. My father lifeless on the floor, in a pool of blood. I run outside for help, and I see three men ride past me quick. I see where the smoke is coming from now. The house my parents built with their own hands…is burning to the ground. I go through a hole where a wall used to be… and see my mom gathering everything she can. She looks at me, and went from a face in pain to a face in horror. I get hit hard, and black out. Few seconds later when I get my vision back, I find my mom under a large pile of burning wood. She looks at me and says something, but my hearing was offset. I didn’t hear anything I was only able to mouth off “run….” She was gone, I run outside, where villagers have gathered, and tried to stop the fire. A villager grabs me, as a fall back. I wake up at a infirmary. I see my toy sword, and a small family portrayed, with my brother burned off. After two days there. I leave. I would never stay a night at the same place. Never made new friends. Village after village. The only goal is to survive, and find someone. Find the person who caused all of this… The longest I stayed before all that was at a shop similar to mine I stayed there, for 5 years. Cutting wood, and crafting items for people, over charging them since this city, had more money than my old village. The owner let me sleep inside the store, in the backroom. After I’ve gained enough money, and bought myself a new hatchet, and a new sword I said thanks to the owner and left. I just want to settle somewhere after this journey of mine is complete. I am not strong enough to go after anyone, but one day I will be. What is your Character's ambitions?: To settle down one day. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): Hatchet. Since he was always with one. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? Woodcutting he grew up around it. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): Other Information about your Character: He wants to find his brother, and those men so he can just settle. Open-Response-Questions Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond? I decided it is not my problem, and tried to walk past them. They confront me wanting trouble. I told them I didn't want a conflict. They step closer, and I place my hand on my sword. "Back off I said, I don't want any trouble" I say as ym heart pounding. As they step closer, I pull my sword a few inches out of its scabbard. They still kept coming closer, I pull it all out, to show them I mean business. One warrior decides they don't need to make a fuss now, "we have enough from the haffling, it doesn't look like this guy isn't carrying anything anyways" They turn back to the hafflling, and I walk away. Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response? I look around the stall quickly, and see that he can fix broken tools. "How much to fix a handle? I ask. He quickly responds "100 minas." I start to walk away. "90 minas!" he yells. "85!" "No thanks!" I yell back... "I can fix it myself. Thanks for the price though." *plans on using this for later, when he needs to work.* Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?: I look around, and see that no one has been here a while. The hut is dusty and, it seemed still. I enter the small hut and see the chest. For some strange reason I decide not to take, but when I turn around to leave I notice a portrayed of a happy family...and quickly grabs the stuff in the chest. Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond? After what felt like days of walking, I see a small trading camp. I quickly run to them to ask for food. "Hello" a woman said. "Please ma'am do you have any food?" Yes, but its not for for free. I go into my pocket, and pull out nothing. She says she has a business to run and walks away. She then puts out samples and winks. I see the free samples, and grab as many as I can. "Ok then. Cya" * smiling* I guess she didn't want other people asking for free food. You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?: After wasting all my money, on food, and places to stay overnight, I have no choice to to join them. The toughest men in the town all volunteer. Probably not for the money, maybe just for a chance to kill. We get to the road and there they are. There was at least a dozen of them. I get picked out by a boy my age maybe older. He swings at me and I block with my sword. Shattering it into pieces. *There goes my months savings... I knew I shouldn't have bought it from those street merchants*. He is swinging at me and I'm on the floor. He swings his final blow, and I see my life flash before my eyes. I look and see that I'm not dead. A man from the town is holding him. "Kill him!" "Haha kill him!" * sickening, disgusting* I grasp the young man's sword and stick it through him. Killing him. I was no match for him. Thankfully that man saved me. The bandits are either dead or ran away. I walk back to the town, and retrieve my reward.

Out-Of-Character Minecraft Account Name: IamRomulo How old are you?: 17 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Standerd time. (EST) Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm a normal high school senior who enjoys doing many different things. I like to listen to music and play video games, mainly rpg games. I love to read,learn, and spend most of my free time relaxing in my way. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Well since senioritis is kicking in, I may be able to spend 10-20 hours a week online. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: What RP means to me is that I have a chance to live the life I always wanted. To be able to do unimaginable beauty I can never do in real life. I become a completely different person, a person in the right world truly made for them. Created by them. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I was always into roleplaying so much that when I made stories up in my head and shared with my friends they would pick on me, but I would just ignore and laugh with them. I like to write, and in writing I always roleplay. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-Gaming is when you use information that your character is not suppose to know. Ex: Information from real life, or website. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power-gaming is unrealistic roleplaying. When something happens to you, you have to think of a realistic way to get out of that situation. you can not magically just be freed from that situation. What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect an amazing community, where people stick to roleplaying and we all just have fun. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I played on servers that I hosted my self with a couple of friends, and servers that my friends also hosted. The biggest server I've played on was one which at its peak was 100 players online. I wanted more experience so I searched for a different server. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I've read, I understand, and I agree. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Yes. How did you hear about us?: I was browsing for different servers, and I stumbled upon Lotc. Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?: 1698 In-Character: Character Name: Tsuki-Rise Girthian What Race are you?: Human What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): None Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): God…the name of the creator of my world, the one I’m supposed to love for giving me life, for letting me walk on this world of ours, for giving me the ability to protect myself. But what kind of life am I living? A life without the feel of family and love? An opportunity to walk on such evil ground? The power to kill people so I can live? The power of killing a mugger who is only trying to support his family? I spit at the name of God, the man who has cursed me. My name is Tsuki Rise a beautiful name given to me by my parents, a name I do not deserve anymore. I have light brown hair,and blue eyes, both from my mother. I was born in a village in Salvus, Asulon, as where both my parents and loving little brother. We enjoyed our time together playing, and farming, always repairing and expanding. It wasn’t the perfect life with the war going on, a war I was born into. My village was never bothered until that dreadful day. The day Iblees reached my village. My brother and I were working on the farm, finishing up our watering, of the few crops we had. I was holding my brother on top of my shoulders, to reach the top plants, when a loud, teeth grinding sound dropped us both to the ground. A sound so loud I felt I was going deaf. We felt a heat wave reach us. The ground started to shake, and we ran inside the house covering our ears in pain, dropping my wooden sword my mother carved for me, I was not brave enough to go back and reequip it. My mother and father were not inside the house, so we looked out the window, and all we see is a tremendous fire wave come towards our village. Our house quickly consumed by fire; burning my father’s hard work away, and sending him quickly inside the house to save my brother and I. I feel a force knock me down hard, and I go blind for a second as I gain my vision I notice a hand sticking under the collapsed part of the roof. The hand was not moving, and my body was numb in the fear of losing my beloved father. He was gone and I knew it. Maybe it was the heat of the fire, but I couldn’t cry. I wanted to but I couldn’t. My mother, my sweet mother ran inside and I fell to her knees. She was a strong woman and knew what she had to do. She gathered my brother and me, and we headed out, as soon as we step outside what used to be our home came crashing down. My mother never looked back and just kept on running, clamping our hands tightly. We got to the town square where a bunch of people where standing crying over their lost ones. We had no choice but to stay here for the night. I would never forget this night. Every time I close my eyes to sleep I relive this horror, this horror God himself put upon me! The dead attacked us going through our archers, and warrior’s easily. Slaying them open, and having no mercy. My mother grabbed us once again and ran, ran as far as we can. There where to many around us. No escape. My mother looked me in the eyes, and said “take care of your bother, and behaves your selves, I love you, your father loves you and one day we will be together again”. She pushed us to the side, and the swarm attacked her. A scream…I cannot describe. My brother and I had no choice but to run. He kept trying to go back, he wanted mommy to hold him, and there was no time to tell him. We went back to town square since we did not have anywhere else to go. It was a massacre, the dead painting our woodland village red. Even in the night I was able to see it all. We enter the church where more of the dead laid around. I opened a cupboard and we stayed there for the night. My brother fell asleep but I couldn’t even close my eyes. The images just kept coming back. It was morning and the Nations men where cleaning up the body. We walked around and ended back into our house. Only ashes remained. I fall to my knees and weep. Weep for what felt like hours. My brother and I lay on the corner cuddling each other. I heard horns. It felt like it was from a far distant, but I heard as if it was next to me. All of a sudden I felt weak. I felt like I lost life, and I black out. I awake hearing someone yell “I found a survivor here!” and my vision failing me, I see a man grab my brother and take him away from me. I reach my hand out, but I cannot scream for him to bring me back my brother, the last thing I’ve got left. I felt a change in heart. Evil now flows through Aegis, and it now flows through me. Still too weak to stop the man, I lay there in pain and in my own tears. A woman rushes by me and see that in fact I’m alive. I tell her about my brother. She insists that she needs to treat me first. I tell her I need to get to him and she doesn’t understand. I make haste, and see my wooden sword, with a few burn marks. I pick it up and tell her to back away, I run in the same direction the man who took my brother went to. The town square is filled with people asking if anyone has seen their loved ones, crying, being treated. I cannot see my brother. I haven’t seen him since that day, the worst day of my life. Years later and I have finally accepted the evil inside me. The evil has awakened. I must survive on this cursed world; a test set by God himself, test that I’m going to do on my own. Kill when I have to kill and steal when I have to steal. God himself better watch out. You can only bend a soul so far until it snaps back. I now travel the land, living off whatever I can find, doing any job anyone offers to me. My weapon is my sword. My name is Tsuki-Rise from Salvus, Asulon, I’m 18 years old and my goal is revenge and everyone. I’m currently working as a woodcutter, and sell whatever I can my hands on to the black market. Rags are the only thing I can afford. This is a part time, till I can prepare for my real goal. A innocent soul gone bad. What is your Character's ambitions?: To survive and achieve whatever it is to fill his heart again. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): A sword, ever since he was young he played with wooden swords, it is the only thing he trusts. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? Woodcutting. His parents where both into the crafting business and some rubbed of him, but he wants to make killing his talent. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): Other Information about your Character: Deep down, he can sense what he is doing is all wrong, but every night when he relives the horror he justifies it. Open-Response-Questions Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond? I decided it is not my problem, and tried to walk past them. They decided they wanted trouble, and I told them I didn't want any trouble. They step closer, and I place my hand on my sword. "Back off I said, I don't want any trouble" I restated. As they step closer, I pull my sword a few inches out of its scabbard. They still kept coming closer, I pull it all out, to show them I mean business. One guard decides they don't need to make a fuss now, "we have enough from the haffling, it doesn't look like this guy isn't carrying anything anyways" They turn back to the hafflling, and I walk away. Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response? Me: "I need my handled fixed..." Man: "No problem, that'll be 200 minas. ME: "WHAT! I'll fix it my self" *walks away.* Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?: Me: *decides he isn't going to take it, does not know why...* *sees portrayed of happy family...decides to take it.* Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond? Me: "Got any food?" Man on post: "Yes but to sell" Me: "Never mind, I'll find something out there..." *takes sample cooling off* *walks away* You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?: My character decides to join the cause, not to help people, but for the money. The men who decided to help all gather in front of the town entrance and we make haste. We get to the road and there are the bandits waiting for us. We see a few of them, and think it will be easy picking. Out of nowhere more bandits pop out, outnumbering us. We stand our ground. Blood is flying everywhere, and I'm against one guy. He aims his bow at me, but misses, a lucky shot on my part. I run towards him and he blocks my swing with the bow breaking it. He is now arm less, and he is on the floor stunned by the blow. I stab him in the neck, and fall down breathless. I get back up and see that the bandits, are retreating. "I was just getting warmed up" I yell, knowing that one bandit was to much for me. We go back to town with a few men missing but, its less people to split the reward with.

Out-Of-Character Minecraft Account Name: IamRomulo How old are you?: 17 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Standerd time. (EST) Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes,I do. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I'm a normal high school senior who enjoys doing many different things. I like to listen to music and play video games, mainly rpg games. I love to read,learn, and spend most of my free time relaxing in my way. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: Well since senioritis is kicking in, I may be able to spend 10-20 hours a week online. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: What RP means to me is that I have a chance to live the life I always wanted. To be able to do unimaginable beauty I can never do in real life. I become a completely different person, a person in the right world truly made for them. Created by them. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I was always into roleplaying so much that when I made stories up in my head and shared with my friends they would pick on me, but I would just ignore and laugh with them. I like to write, and in writing I always roleplay. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-Gaming is when you use information that your character is not suppose to know. Ex: Information from real life, or website. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: You cannot make up your on rules. You should and must follow the story like everyone else. What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect an amazing community, where people stick to roleplaying and we all just have fun. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I played on servers that I hosted my self with a couple of friends, and servers that my friends also hosted. The biggest server I've played on was one which at its peak was 100 players online. I wanted more experience so I searched for a different server. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I've read, I understand, and I agree. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Yes, I have no reason not to. How did you hear about us?: I was browsing for different servers, and I stumbled upon Lotc. Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?: 1698 In-Character: Character Name: Tsuki-Rise Girthian What Race are you?: Human What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): None. Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): God…the name of the creator of my world, the one I’m supposed to love for giving me life, for letting me walk on this world of ours, for giving me the ability to protect myself. But what kind of life am I living? A life without the feel of family and love? An opportunity to walk on such evil ground? The power to kill people so I can live? The power of killing a mugger who is only trying to support his family? I spit at the name of God, the man who has cursed me. My name is Tsuki Rise a beautiful name given to me by my parents, a name I do not deserve anymore. I have light brown hair,and blue eyes, both from my mother. I was born in a village in Salvus, Asulon, as where both my parents and loving little brother. We enjoyed our time together playing, and farming, always repairing and expanding. It wasn’t the perfect life with the war going on, a war I was born into. My village was never bothered until that dreadful day. The day Iblees reached my village. My brother and I were working on the farm, finishing up our watering, of the few crops we had. I was holding my brother on top of my shoulders, to reach the top plants, when a loud, teeth grinding sound dropped us both to the ground. A sound so loud I felt I was going deaf. We felt a heat wave reach us. The ground started to shake, and we ran inside the house covering our ears in pain, dropping my wooden sword my mother carved for me, I was not brave enough to go back and reequip it. My mother and father were not inside the house, so we looked out the window, and all we see is a tremendous fire wave come towards our village. Our house quickly consumed by fire; burning my father’s hard work away, and sending him quickly inside the house to save my brother and I. I feel a force knock me down hard, and I go blind for a second as I gain my vision I notice a hand sticking under the collapsed part of the roof. The hand was not moving, and my body was numb in the fear of losing my beloved father. He was gone and I knew it. Maybe it was the heat of the fire, but I couldn’t cry. I wanted to but I couldn’t. My mother, my sweet mother ran inside and I fell to her knees. She was a strong woman and knew what she had to do. She gathered my brother and me, and we headed out, as soon as we step outside what used to be our home came crashing down. My mother never looked back and just kept on running, clamping our hands tightly. We got to the town square where a bunch of people where standing crying over their lost ones. We had no choice but to stay here for the night. I would never forget this night. Every time I close my eyes to sleep I relive this horror, this horror God himself put upon me! The dead attacked us going through our archers, and warrior’s easily. Slaying them open, and having no mercy. My mother grabbed us once again and ran, ran as far as we can. There where to many around us. No escape. My mother looked me in the eyes, and said “take care of your bother, and behaves your selves, I love you, your father loves you and one day we will be together again”. She pushed us to the side, and the swarm attacked her. A scream…I cannot describe. My brother and I had no choice but to run. He kept trying to go back, he wanted mommy to hold him, and there was no time to tell him. We went back to town square since we did not have anywhere else to go. It was a massacre, the dead painting our woodland village red. Even in the night I was able to see it all. We enter the church where more of the dead laid around. I opened a cupboard and we stayed there for the night. My brother fell asleep but I couldn’t even close my eyes. The images just kept coming back. It was morning and the Nations men where cleaning up the body. We walked around and ended back into our house. Only ashes remained. I fall to my knees and weep. Weep for what felt like hours. My brother and I lay on the corner cuddling each other. I heard horns. It felt like it was from a far distant, but I heard as if it was next to me. All of a sudden I felt weak. I felt like I lost life, and I black out. I awake hearing someone yell “I found a survivor here!” and my vision failing me, I see a man grab my brother and take him away from me. I reach my hand out, but I cannot scream for him to bring me back my brother, the last thing I’ve got left. I felt a change in heart. Evil now flows through Aegis, and it now flows through me. Still too weak to stop the man, I lay there in pain and in my own tears. A woman rushes by me and see that in fact I’m alive. I tell her about my brother. She insists that she needs to treat me first. I tell her I need to get to him and she doesn’t understand. I make haste, and see my wooden sword, with a few burn marks. I pick it up and tell her to back away, I run in the same direction the man who took my brother went to. The town square is filled with people asking if anyone has seen their loved ones, crying, being treated. I cannot see my brother. I haven’t seen him since that day, the worst day of my life. Years later and I have finally accepted the evil inside me. The evil has awakened. I must survive on this cursed world; a test set by God himself, test that I’m going to do on my own. Kill when I have to kill and steal when I have to steal. God himself better watch out. You can only bend a soul so far until it snaps back. I now travel the land, living off whatever I can find, doing any job anyone offers to me. My weapon is my sword. My name is Tsuki-Rise from Salvus, Asulon, I’m 18 years old and my goal is revenge and everyone. I’m currently working as a woodcutter, and sell whatever I can my hands on to the black market. Rags are the only thing I can afford. This is a part time, till I can prepare for my real goal. A innocent soul gone bad. What is your Character's ambitions?: To survive and achieve whatever it is to fill his heart again. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): A sword, ever since he was young he played with wooden swords, it is the only thing he trusts. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? Woodcutting his parents where both into the crafting business and some rubbed of him, but he wants to make killing his talent. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): Other Information about your Character: Deep down, he can sense what he is doing is all wrong, but every night when he relives the horror he justifies it. Open-Response-Questions Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond? *When first glanced I decide to walk away, he can settle it himself. Until one of them come up to me and demanded my money* Me: "I don't have any money to give you." *continues to walk* Warrior: "Cmon ya blue eyed wimp, hand it over." Me: *ignores and walks away.* Warrior: "Ya punk!" *Dashes towards me* Me: *Moves aside and with one stroke ends his life* Warrior Two: "I'll getcha ya!" *swings* Me: *Blocks attack, and swings back. *Warrior two dead* Me: *go to warriors dead body takes money, walks to terrified hafling, and take the small amount on the ground dropped as reward.* Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response? Me: "I need my handled fixed..." Man: "No problem, that'll be 200 minas. ME: "WHAT! I'll fix it my self" *walks away.* Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?: Me: *decides he isn't going to take it, does not know why...* *sees portrayed of happy family...decides to take it.* Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you you in the common tongue, how do you respond? Me: "Got any food?" Man on post: "Yes but to sell" Me: "Never mind, I'll find something out there..." *takes sample cooling off* *walks away* You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?: Me: *Decides to help take care of bandits* *its a struggle but the bandits are taken care of* *Snatches the reward, and walks away*