Linkothers

So with the regions, If someone were to must a few good peoplein a guild they would be able to stick up a claim for land?

* Papers are spread throughout Anthos*

Children of Malin, head my warning. We grow farther apart by every passing hour. The Mali have scattered throughout the land, forgetting the traditions of Malinor. If we continue straying from the path, I do not think we would be able call ourselves Mali. The elves of the forest are far and few, most choosing to live in Oren. The elves of the dark create walls to keep the other Mali out. The high elves keep to themselves. Even the Mali claiming they are of the Snow have left. If we allow this to happen.. It will not bode well for our race. We must ban together! I believe that If we are to survive this world, we must once again return to our roots. I would call for a meeting of the children of Malin! A calling for all elves to return to Malinor to discuss what we must do to live in harmony, side by side! Only then can we once again be a race respected by all the others. A race to be reckoned with. I will await you, children of Malin.

-Fennkhel Amellir

*A seal of a oak tree lies below the name

I think that people joining should have to go to a more in depth Bio. When I applied I remember actually putting thought into my Bio. Now I look at new player apps and they have like 2-3 sentences worth of backround for their character. Also being this laxed and not having the player be able to learn the RP aspect, with no VA's they see no problem with going and not RPing until they actually need to. I know I have met newer people now that I find trying to go through my stuff adn when I RP to them I get no response and they simply leave. Its really irratating actually. I think that this server should be just a tad bit difficult to get accepted to. It should feel that way because of the aspect of the game being RP, but being in minecraft.

You make a good point. Today whilst RPing as gate guard, 4 or 5 bandits attacked Abresi and made it un realistic and uncomfortable to RP. They simply came walked (to the capital of Oren mind you) and started attacking people without the least bit of roleplay and left in less than a minute. It wasnt fun at all, just an annoyance. When I tried to roleplay they simply attacked me and anoyed me more than anything. Thanks for the guide, I hope people will read it becuase at this rate we may have to get VA's back...

(( When the first Darkhaven was built like 8 months ago(The one before it was ransacked) I was in charge of building the Mali'Ame District,(Wood Elf District). However one day a guard imprisoned me for some reason I dont remember and Azeil Bloodseeker gave me the ring so I could show my Authenticy. Its really just a paper named the Ring Of Darkhaven but it is important to my characters Lore. I will go more into detail when I finish my Characters story.))

Great tips on just mining in general too. Thanls!

Character Name: Amechirr Celianto
Nicknames: Chirr, Anto
Age: 119
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Sub-Race: Wood Elf
Status: Alive
 
Description
Height: 5'8
Weight: 140
Body Type: Slim
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
Skin: White
Markings/Tattoos: Ancient Elven Marks on lower back, Ranger Markings on upper right arm
Health: Healthy
Inventory: Bow, Quiver with an assortment of arrows, Ring Of Darkhaven, Journal on Ancient Elven, Abresi guard papers.
Further Details: Always wears thick cloaks to hide the markings of the Ancient Elves that distinguish him among a secret society of elves that know the true meaning of Mali.
 
Life Style
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Deity: Malin
Religion: Ancient Elven Amellir
Alliance/ Nation/ home: Ranger Of Ame/ Changes/ Ame
Job/Class: Guard of Abresi, Ranger, Writer
Titles: Guard, Ranger, Mali'Ame, Mali'khel
Profession(s): Writer and Fletcher
Special Skill(s): Shadow Walking and Expert Accuracy
Flaw(s): Loyalty
 
 
Magic
Current status: N/A
Arch-type:N/A
Sub-type:N/A
Rank:N/A
Weakness(es):N/A
Strength(s):N/A
Current Spell(s):N/A
 
Weaponry
Fighting Style: Stealth
Trained Weapon(s): Bow, Hand-To-Hand, Fighing With an Arrow
Favored Weapon(s): Bow
Archery: Expert shot
 
Biography
Parents: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Children: None
Extended Family: None
Pet(s): Chirr ( Wolf)
 
History
 
Childhood:

Deep in the Ame, a shadow came over a child that had been abandoned. Then the cold came, making the the child cry. The Ame watched to see what the child wood do. If the child harmed the forest, the Ame would let it die. However, if this wa a true Amellir, then he would live, and the Ame would send a Chirr to gude the child. As the child took steps toward the wood, as if to break branches off the tree, the Ame began to take its focus off the child. But after hearing or feeling no break of branches, the Ame decided to look on. The child had climbed to the nearet limb of the tree, and huddled close too the bark. That night a Chirr snatched the child, and brought it to its den. 

In the morning the child awoke to see ten figures sorroundig him, and strange drawing on the ground around him. At the age of three the child immediatly began crying, hoping someone would attend its needs of warmth and hunger. The figures began to talk, each raising a hand to the child. They all took a step foward and a step to the right, leaving ten gaps. As they continued chanting, Chirr filed all but one of the gaps left by the figures. The child, looked at one of the chirr and began luaghing. "Puppie" the child said between luaghs. As the child stood to walk over to the Chirr, a hand rested on his small shoulder."You would be wise to stay put young Mali," a voice said, almost whispering compare to the chanting going on. The child could not understand the chanting, however the deep male voice was perfectly understood by the child. The remaing Gap was filled by a slim looking Chirr, with pup hanging from its mouth. The chanting suddenly stopped. The child suddenly let out a scream in agony as his lower back seared with pain. As the child was knocked unconcious by the pain, the Chirr with the pup moved foward, dropped the pup next to the child, and left. All but one chirr, and one figure followed the chirr out of the den. The figure then toke their hood off and smiled. An older Mali women smile and put a hand on her chirr. "It has been some time since we have had an Amellir join us, We must keep him safe." The chirr let out a long howl and then picked up the Chirr pup as the women cradled the child and left.
 
Ancient Elves
 
Oaken Rangers
 
Darkhaven
 
Wilds
 
Abresi

[u]Out-of-Character[/u]
Minecraft username: Linkothers
Do you have Skype?: yes
[u]In-Character[/u]
Full name: Fennkhel Amellir
Gender: Male
Age: 240
Race: Wood Elf
Do you live in Abresi?: Not yet, but I would like to

Refugee elf looking for a place among humans.

A sign is left in front of the Wood Elf district.

"My dear friends,

I am currently traveling from place to place, seeing architecture from human to dwarf. I will not neglect my duty in building this district, however its progress will be a bit slow. Sorry for the inconvenience but it is necessary. "

(( This is not a goodbye post, im just saying that i wont be around much in the next few weeks, but i will still be working on it.))

Ameturr raises his brow as he reads the sign. He then writes a little note and sticks it to the sign.

"I will answer your call, send a bird to Darkhaven's Mali'ame district, for thats where you will find me"

Ameturr then pulls up his hood and walks off

((Mc name is Linkothers. Im not on much but i would like to join. Pm me.))

Ameturr laughs as he sees the two applications pinned near the poster. He scribbles a note and puts it over the application.

" I see that your so called "Elven Republic" has the support of a human and a dwarf. As i see and hear of no "Elven force" I encourage those who read this to stay away from this treacherous organisation. If you truly want whats good for the Mali, then throw down your weapons, and let the real Mali people deal with this. No Humans, Dwarves, Orcs, Halflings, or even the cat people, whom i can never pronounce, have any right to current standings with the council."

Finished and furious, Ameturr storms off too Darkhaven.

((MC Name:))
Linkothers

((Timezone:)) US Central

Full Name, inlcuding Alias: Ameturr Val'ton, Arrow Speaker, Bow Stringer,

Age: 212

Race & Subrace: Wood Elf

Proficiencies: Chicken Raising, Building, Bowmanship, Making Land Fertile, Charisma, Loyalty

Criminal Convictions, if any: Assisting Azel Bloodseeker..

Reasons for Applying for Citizenship: As the head of the Wood Elf district I think i am required to be a citizen. However i have seen recently that i am not recignized as soo yet. But no matter i would want to be a citizen regardless because of the friends i have here.

Employment Choice: District Leader, Wood elf ambasodor, Mali'ame director.

Ameturr sighs at such happy thoughts.

"I once thought such peace was possible. Then i watched firsthand hand, as my people fell. As they fell, the dwarves spewed insults, the humans sharpened their swords. The only peace we found was with the orcs, a race bred for war. Even the hobbits and the race of felines gave no support as my people were forced out of their lands. Now we are scattered and i fear that the elves cannot recover from this. I myself plan on spending many elven weeks wandering the lands of Anthos, trying to find any lasting peace in which i can tell the stories of the wood elves."

Ameturr the puts up his cowl and walks away, regretting speaking his mind.

Ameturr sighs as he sees the mans reaction and mutters something to himself.

"I see that people will not accept us so willingly.. We will just have to change their minds"

Ameturr then heads back up into the mountain to continue the construction of The Order's headquarters.

A poster is hung in front of the tavern in Darkhaven.

"My dear Mali,

In this time of rebirth for our kind, we need to have a solid foundation for our future. A foundation in which Mali cand stand square and firm. However, it is possible that we once again have a corrupt leader. I have a solution though. A solution in which, out Patron, has already approved of. The Order Of The Arrow, is the solution. The principles of the order resemble the build of an arrow. The tip, in the form of a strong military. The shaft, in the form of strong connection between the people and our rulers. And the feathers, in the form of a higher power guiding us. With these components, our race will never endure such hardships we face today. Look for us, we are near."

"Aye, you think only Dark Elves inhabit Darkhaven? I myself live in Darkhaven, and I am a Wood Elf! Darkhaven may have quite a bit of dark elves, but it also has plently of light skinned Elves. Darkhaven has not only become a place for Dark Elves, but a place for all Elves.

As for Azel being High Prince, why shouldnt he be? He is the one that is bringing in this new era! Now and forever, Azel, you have my Allegiance."

Ameturr sighs as he steps up to speak his mind

"My fellow Mali, we sit here and bicker about the council, yet no action has been taken. Allow Azel to take action. His leadership is unmatched. He cares what happens to our race! I fear that Malinor is lost. The roots of corruption are deep. Now more than ever we need a leader. Do we really wish for another corrupt leader? Or shall we have a leader that is just? I, a citizen of Darkhaven, can assure you that Azel is a very good leader. Azel could lead us to a new era. He has already approved of a system to help his people in Darkhaven. Azel has laid the foundation. Now it is our job to build on it."

Ameturr then turns and heads in the direction of Darkhaven. Those closest to him her him mutter a few things

"The Order Of The Turr.... Nightwatchers... Have to get on with building... Good welfare... Overseer.. Not government... Guild"

*Ameturr sighs as he stands guard by the gate."

"Why do people insist on democracy in this new land? We need a Monarch to rule and appoint their officials."

*Ameturr looks over his shoulder making sure no one hears him. He then continues on his patrol*

*Velulaei sighs as he leaves a scribbled notes all over Malinor. They all seem to say the same thing*

  I, Velulaei Chirr, must leave my home of Malinor. All because there is on up-rise on the horizon. Our people stand divided whilst the enemy is at our door? I hear talk of young elves taking up arms to brake down there own doors? All because our government would like to stand separated from the rest of the world? Just because we do not agree with there new "Malin" currency, does not mean we have to draw our swords. If we have a problem, we need to request to speak to the Council, and try to solve this. Not once have i heard of these rebel leaders actually go to the council. This is not a time to stand separate  but to stand more united than ever before. Today i witnessed an Elf go into the chicken farm and slaughter every single one. They were trying to disrupt the balance of goods going into the Council. I drew my sword, and almost killed this Criminal. However i threw my sword to the ground and let him on his way. There is no need for this violence, however we should take more measures to stop it. If you are on the rebel side and the council will not listen to you, then stop working for them. Cause shortages so they WILL listen. However the Council should be working on improving the lives of their subjects, not throwing them into poverty. I myself Have left a message in Malinor. In my drop-box i left every "Malin" i had,clearly making the word "No". No to violence, No to submission. I have left Malinor, For the sake of Malinor. I call to end hostility, for we have to much of it boiling at our borders, for it to be boiling at our center.

*Velulaei picks up his pack, and heads out the main gate of malinor*

*veluleai sees the notice and scribbles a qiuck note* "Dearest Foreman,

I know you are busy, but please take my suggestions into consideration. Firstly, i am a chicken farmer. I have noticed that the other chicken farmers kill all but two chickens in every stall. I waste my time re-populating the chickens and will be un-able to fill my quote of meat and feathers at this rate. Since i am un-able to place a sign, could you please post a sign of rules. Perhaps that you are required to breed the amout of chickens you plan too kill?

Secondly it is hard to see if im close to filling my quote when my box is emptied every day. Do you keep track and pay me accordingly? Or should i turn everything in at once?

Lastly my kind foreman, i am homeless.

Let The Moon Giude You,

Veluleai Chirr"

((Linkothers))

Hello! I am new to LOTC and was wondering about land. I want to start a giuld, but have no idea how to obtain land to biuld the "HQ". I want it to be protected though, so how do i do this?

[[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b] 

Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.

~As you, the moderator read this, i would like to apoligize for font/color changes. I did this in Googledrive/ The minecraft forum text box. It kept changing. Sorry~

Minecraft Account Name: Linkothers

How old are you?: 15

Time-Zone: U.S. Central

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

What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Tons of online MMOS Plus Star wars old republic/ Final Fantasy 1-12

How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I heard from candle340.

Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:

http://www.lordofthe...rs-application/

http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r-100-unique-gameplay/page__st__2220

Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Doing so right now.

Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes I have.

Definitions

In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!:

Role-playing: Role playing is where you envision yourself in another world. You make choices, buy equipment, and level up.

Meta-gaming: Meta Gaming is like taking action at something you know is going to happen. Like if the orcs are going to raid, i somehow get the knowledge to know this beforehand.

Power-emoting: Power Emoting is where you basically keep track of whats happening in a battle. Such as:"Linkothers shoots an arrow threw an apple".

In-Character Information:

Complete the following biography on your character:

Full Name: Velulaei Chirr (Moon Wolf) Copy pasted from

http://www.lordofthe...he-elves/page-1

Current Age: 3 1/2 century’s

Sub-race (if any):Wood Elf

Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):

In Velulaei Chirr’s past, he has experienced many hardships. He lost both his biological parents to the undead. He had to deal with the hardship of being the only child currently in the forest. And most of all he had a hard time making friends. Which was ok with him, because he was gifted in the art of not being seen. At night he can move through an empty street completely unnoticed. In the day, he took to the shadows. Unfortunately he started using his ability for thieving. His most famous criminal act, was stealing a guards keys. He just walked up to him and took it out of his pocket. Be not so experienced with his life so far, he took the keys and unlocked some of the most dangerous criminals in Malinor. He was found hiding in a cell, half destroyed by the brute force of an orc. After that he requested to talk to the king, which was denied. After his hopes of redeeming himself had been shot down, he knew of only one way to get his name cleared. So he broke out. He did this one night by simply playing dead, and when the guard came, they discovered him. But if it weren't for a stroke of luck, he would have never made it. The guards didnt pay close attention when they examined him. Velulaei then lept out of their arms and closed the cell shut. His first stop would sneak to the armory, and steal a bow and quiver. Once this was all done he would be able to craft his own. But for now he strung the bow and sharpened his arrows.  He then proceeded to hunt down every criminal he let out. These criminals often were found tied up in front of the prison. However there was one criminal he was determined to kill. The orc who had attacked his cell after letting it out. Such brutality should not belong in this world. So he hunter for years upon years, always dodging the guards of Malinor. Eventually i he found him. However he was more confused than ever. When he found the orc, he also found an orcish family. A wife and children. How could such brutality make a family? The orc was sitting in a chair in front of his house, so Velulaei brought his bow up and fired. It was a perfect shot. It hit just above the orks head. The orc was startled and looked up to see the arrow. A ring of keys was attached to it. Only a wood elf could make that shot he thought. He realised the only possible wood elf to be firing would be the one from the prison, all those years ago. He simply stood up and made a gesture towards the trees. The universal gesture for i'm sorry. He had attacked the wood elf after he let him out. That was when he was a young brute. Know he was a family man, because the wood elf. Before the orc had even made the gesture, Velulaei was already on the move. This orc had been the last on his list. His next stop would to be the castle, the kings quarters exactly.

As the king crawled into bed he heard a slight shuffle. Then instantly, the arrows arched forwards, embedding itself between the door handles. The king simply stood up, and looked towards the window. He knew who he would find. Velulaei Chirr. The king's spies had kept a close eye on this elf for the past fifty years. This remarkable elf was able to literally sink into the shadows! However for some strange reason, wood elves are still able to see him. So he had his best spies follow him on his quest to throw every last escapee into prison. Except for the last. An orc named Whorlug Verlgu. Now the stranger talked, “I am sorry your majesty, but seeing as you did not grant me an audience, i was forced to hunt down the prisoners i let out. However now they have all been returned and i would like to take the place of one.” The king was astonished. After years of hunting down prisoners, he was asking to take the place of the orc. The king replied,” I cannot grant you this wish.” Velulaei was outraged, but before he could speak, the king continued,” Because we don't often send our heros to jail. You have committed the worst crimes, yet you amended them. You hunted the prisoners, but didn't kill them. You confronted your worst enemy, but he never saw you. No i cannot let you go to jail. However i suggest you never come here again, for i fear only i see you as a hero. I will have your warrants lifted. To make this quick, I will tell you that i had spies on you. I am sorry but it was a precaution.” The king looked at this wood elf, he showed no emotion. He stared into his eyes. Then slowly, they started to disappear. Then they were simply gone, out of the sight of the king, in the darkness of the night. Then in a low whisper the king heard,” I know”.

Ambitions for the Future: To serve community. To become the most gifted in the art of stealth. To become owner of his own tree (house).

Personality: Dark, reserved, quiet, and  silent.

Skills:Move Stealthy, Archery, Haggling, advising, and healing.

Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin):https://lh6.googleus...bLQpaNFfklaGGP6

Any other details you wish to share about your character: He has been trying to become more open to contact with others. He tries to serve, not lead. 

[b]Open-Response-Questions[/b]

[i]Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point.[/i]

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[b]1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of High Elves are mocking a small Wood Elf child. How do you react?[/b]

Answer: Fading into the background of the trees, i quietly go closer to inspect. It seems that the  high elves are mocking the poor elf because he was secretly trying to become a swordsmen. However being a wood elf, he does not have what it takes, and these high elves knew it. They stalked him to his secret practice ground. After a few swings of the sword, it was obvious that this elf did not know how to wield it.  Being my kinsman, i know how he felt. I too wanted to be a swordsman, until i found that my archery skills could not be bested. But i have a feeling of duty to help this elf. So i step into the small clearing where the elves stood, mocking my kinsman. I call out "I see you have found amusement in my kinsman, however you might not find me so funny." Before they could even register where the noise had come from, an arrow was notched and fired at the closest elf. It hit the dirt in front of him. He cried out as another embedded itself into the nearest stump. This time all three High elves looked where the arrow had come from, but found nothing. They looked at one another, and then rushed out of the clearing. Only the goddess of darkness could be behind this. But the wood elf stared in awe, for his keen eyes saw the stranger in the darkness. I wait until the high elves are long gone and then moved in on the wood elf, who had obviously seen me move in and out of cover. I simple walk over, help him up, give him both my bow and quiver, and say "These will come to you faster than that bulky sword. Take my advice, we wood elves have a thing for bows." with that i turn and exit the clearing. I hear the young wood elf call " But what is your name?" Under my breath I quietly say " Velulaei Chirr, Moon Wolf."

[b]2. Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old man with a walking stick. He collapses infront of you, falling to the ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls a small pouch of gold coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do?[/b]

Answer: I quickly take the gold and put it back into his pocket. As he lies there I roll him over to see whats the matter. However i cant seem to find what is wrong with him. I quickly sling him over my shoulder and run into the brush. I lay him down at the base of a tree and start to make camp. Once i am settled i make a fire, and fetch water from nearby stream. When i return the man is still unconscious. ~(every time i do spell check the surrounding text changes fonts/colors)~ I put the mans hand in the cold stream water. The man doesn't even flinch. Then i boil the water. Once i am done i splash the water on the man. He opens his eyes and cries out," What the blazes are you doing!". I simply reply," If you follow me i will kill you." The man was astounded. He had made his living on posing as poor old man for years! How did this lad catch on? The man usually dropped dead in front of  strangers. This would either give them a chance to steal his fake gold, or care for him. Then at night he would kill them. This elf strangely caught on....

As i walked away, i recapped what had given the man away. First when he collapsed he bent his knees, to take in the shock of the ground. Then when i reached for the gold, he let out a short sigh. Also the gold was fake, i could tell by the sound. Then when i put his hand in the cold water, his other hand tightened. And finally as i was boiling the water, I saw the dagger, which no doubt had been meant to kill me.

[b]3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved).

Answer:

"Do you have any bows?"  I say. "Well yes, of course!" The trader brings me one of the finest bows i have ever seen. "Not interested" I say. " But sir! This is the finest bow in all of Malinor!." "How much do you ask for it?" " Id say 100 Gold" "No way, i'd pay maybe 50 for this piece of trash" " 50!" "45" "But!" "40" "Deal!" the trader said hoping that the price wouldn't go down. "And 12 arrows" " Sir i simply can't.." "I will pay 50 for the bow and 20 for your finest arrows". Shocked the trader looked at this elf. He was driving a hard bargain. But he knew that this elf would only lower the price. But the trader needed the gold. "Would you like a quiver as well sir?" "No, however I will pay 10 gold for mixed herbs. That brings my deal up to 80 gold for the bow, arrows, and mixed herbs." " Deal" " Good". And then Velulaei drops the gold int the traders hands and scoops up his belongings. The trader didn't count the gold, for this was an honest man, he knew. But he counted anyways. He found that he had received 85 gold. Then he realized what had happened. In his fuss about the money, the man had taken a sharp rock of the cart, presumably for the arrows.

Out-Of-Character

Minecraft Account Name: Linkothers

How old are you?: 14

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: USA, Pacific Northwest GMT -7

Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes, I I do.

Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Im a 14 yearold vegitarian geek, but that wont stop me from unleashing my RAGE. I like helping people and biulding in minecraft. As well as im very competiteve.

How much time could you be on the server weekly?: ~ 20-30 hours weekly.

What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying is about biudling up your character and finding better ways to fight. Its about discovering and finding hidden things that the reguler NPC eye dosent catch.

What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I have plyed skyrim, finalfantasy 1-11, fallout and Dragon age 1-2. As well as lord of the rings online and Starwars Knights of the old republic.

In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Meta-Gaming is like when some one tells you information about the game only on like skype or teamspaek.

In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power-Gaming is not letting another player have a chance to roleplay.

What do you expect this server will be like?: Most likely very populted but lots of closed circles

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

Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have.

Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: I do.

How did you hear about us?: A friend of mine also plays on this server.

Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?: no, i do not know how.

Have you posted this application on our minecraft forum thread yet? If not, just finish it up on here and then copy + paste is over there. (http://www.minecraft...-p-s-e-r-v-e-r/): no but i will.

In-Character:

Character Name: Adainswel Ergon

What Race are you?: Elf

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race):

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.): Adainswel was brought up in an orphange where he was hated from day one. He Worked hard to earn the trust of his fellow orphans but it never happened. At the age of 65 He began crafting his own bows and selling them. Once the humans found out who was arming the peasants he was sent to jail. Days later he was broken out of jail by the orphans, and they fled the country. Once they stopped running they made camo. A day later they were mauled by bandits who toke Adainswel captive. Seconds before Adainswel was to exicuted he found himself in the lord of the craft realm.

What is your Character's ambitions?: He wants to find a place in the world where he can be of use

What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): He loves using bows.

What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? He has been crafting things since he could remember for money.

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): default skin

Other Information about your Character:

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? Adainswel quickly sends two arrows at the warriors feet. The warriars look up but see only shadows. When they turn back to the halfling they see only a note which reads" I shall be coming for those arrows"

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? Adainswel quickly throse down some gold and says " i shall take your finest arrows" the merchant hands over the finest arrows in the shop. Then without effort adainswel snaps the feeble arrows, takes his gold, and leaves two of his own arrows. Then as he walks away he yeells back " Those are not even halfling standard arrows copy my personal designed arrows and you will really have the finest arrows"

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?: Adainswel notchs an arrow and send it into the hidden dwarf who is immediatly killed. Adainswel then take's the iron bars and leaves, hving no use for the golden sword.

Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, what do you do? Adainswel passes through the camp stealing only food and leaves the iron bars in the place of the food he has stolen.

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?: The leader of the party will be giving no reward, for Adainswel toke those bandits out hours ago.