Llamastan

Out-Of-Character Minecraft Account Name: Llamastan How old are you?: 16 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Pacific Standard Time, Canada Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes, English is my first language. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: A grade 10 high school student who has a lot of free time on his hands :P. Minecraft is my main past time, and I enjoy playing on PVP servers and creating skins. I love all sorts of fantasy and science fiction novels, such as A Song of Ice and Fire and the Culture series by Iain M Banks. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: 40+ hours a week, if I become really dedicated to this server. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying is the activity of putting yourself into a character's shoes and acting out their life. It is escaping the real world and becoming a warrior, a mage or a king in a different world. It could take place in a video game or in a real life game such as Dungeons & Dragons. Roleplaying usually takes place with other people who are also roleplaying, who act out various characters. Together, the roleplayers act out a unique story in a plot that they create, in a setting that often does not exist in the real world. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I haven't had a whole lot of experience, however I played very briefly on a minecraft RP server called Fallout: War Never Changes. Also, I dabbled in a very dumbed down version of Dungeons & Dragons. On a PVP server I often play on, I helped add some RP aspects to the community by creating medieval skins for factions on the server and giving an RP theme to my own faction. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: It is when a person uses information gained OOC to do something in roleplay. An example of meta gaming could be if a person is chatting with their friend on the server who has a base in a far away area OOC about how they found a castle, and they proceed to go on the server and run straight to the castle. In other words, instead of playing the game using the knowledge that your character has obtained, you are using your own knowledge. It is ignoring the rules of roleplaying while in a roleplaying setting. It often overlaps with Power-Gaming, and is a serious offence on LordOfTheCraft. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power Gaming has a few definitions, but this is probably the one most applicable to LordOfTheCraft. Performing an action in roleplay that forces another player to do a certain thing, without giving them a chance to affect the situation or respond. For example, a player who is Power Gaming could use an emote like this:* I cast a spell on you that makes you die and your head explode* This is an example of power gaming because the target of the spell can't do anything about it. A version of this action that is less taboo and less to do with Power Gaming could be *I attempt to cast a spell of explosion on you*. Power Gaming is a big no no because it takes away control of the roleplaying experience from other roleplayers and makes your character an almighty god. What do you expect this server will be like?: An immersive experience with a beautiful world. A hugely populated server where I can fit a niche for my character and become a part of the story. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Right now I play on Elysian Kingdoms, a midsized PVP server. I haven't left it, but I am looking to play about 50/50 on both servers. I decided to look for a different server because our faction is one of the most powerful, we have a giant impenetrable obsidian base and we can't be challenged. There is nothing to do other than just run around our base. I also used to play on a tiny server called MuggerCoast, which I left because few people played. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have read, understood, and agree to the rules. They mostly seem like common sense rules, or rules that exist to enforce a believable RP setting. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Yes, I promise to abide by all the rules of the server. How did you hear about us?: By browsing the Minecraft forums, long long ago (when the thread first began). I never got around to posting an application, and eventually got side tracked and joined various other servers, but this one has always seemed interesting to me. Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/52175-llamastans-second-application/ 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.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-%E2%96%91%E2%96%92%E2%96%93-the-lord-of-the-craft-%E2%96%93%E2%96%92%E2%96%91-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/): Will as soon as I'm done posting this. In-Character: Character Name: Yoren Umber What Race are you?: Human. What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): Northerner, through and through. 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.): "So ya want to hear the story of Yoren Umber eh? Well, there ain't much to tell really. I grew up in a nice plump mansion in Al'Khazar with me family, and we never wanted for food. I learned how ta play the harp and dance before me tenth birthday, and when them undead came and destroyed the city, we fled to the Cloud Temple, like most of the people. Still, we managed to live a happy, loving life, and when we took the boats to Asulon, me father got a pretty little cottage set up in the lovely kingdom of Salvus, where we lived happily ever after." Yoren starts cackling, clearly drunk. "Ya actually believed me, didn't ya. Hahahaha! Oh boy, me, live a happy life! Hahahaha! That's a good 'un! Oh, boy, you actually believed it!" Yoren manages to calm down after a long drink of ale. "Ya still want to hear me story? Are ye sure? Tis a gruesome story, full o' betrayal and bloodshed. Naught like that fairytale nonsense I lied to ya about." Yoren chuckles. "Well, here it goes. Ya see, I actually did live in Al'Khazar, but it wasn't no mansion, that's fer sure. I grew up in a rundown little shack on the rough side o' town. Me father was a ragin' drunk, and as ye can see I take after him! Me father was a different sort o' drunk though, a mean one. Me mother was a ragged, gaunt women, constantly covered in bruises and scrapes from me father's drunken rampages. Whenever he came home drunk my brother would sneak me out of the house to teach me the art of wieldin' a sword. Me brother belonged to a small group of mercenaries, and his guild hall owned a trainin' yard that we spent hours in. He even taught me the tricky art of readin', even though I was a piss poor student. My brother and me were inseparable, and I looked up to 'im. Yoren seems to sober up, a sad expression coming over his face. "'twas not to last, however. When the undead hordes invaded, me brother was called up to serve in the army. He promised me he would come back when I was a man and let me join him in his mercenary work. Alas, he never did. Me father's mood darkened even more after that. The drink ravaged his mind more and more, until one night he came home in a fury. He beat me mother senseless for what seemed like hours. I had been trainin' with me wooden sword, out in the training yard where me brother used to work. When I came home, me mother was a bloody mess, dead on the floor. Father was passed out beside her. When I gazed on me mother's bruised and battered corpse, the rage rose in me. I beat me father until he came out of his drunken stupor, and when he looked at me, I ran far from our home, never to return. I suppose that me father eventually died, what with Al'Khazar fallin' ta the undead, but I feel nothin' for him. In a way i'm lucky I ran, because otherwise I might have ended in the same way. I took odd jobs here and there to survive after that, mostly helpin' guard the refugee caravans fleein' the undead hordes. I slew a fair amount of undead in that time, and me confidence grew greater with each kill 'til I was a swaggerin' and cocky young warrior, barely a man. Finally though, we 'ad no choice but to abandon the Cloud Temple of Aegis and flee to the Verge." "The Verge was a tough land, covered in monsters that we could never have dreamt of back in Aegis. I managed to gather me a small group of companions, and we did mercenary work together, guardin' the settlements that were springin' up near the portal. This was in the early days o' the move to Asulon, before many o' the ships had sailed. People still tried to scratch a livin' in the Verge, and we were needed ta fend off the hordes of monsters that attacked the settlers every day. Me dream had been come true, and I knew me brother would 'ave been proud o' me. Our little band o' mercenaries earned good gold from our work, and I soon made close friends with a member of our crew called Lyana. Beautiful, she was. I can still remember that sly lil' smile and bright blonde hair. But she was quick with a rapier, and an even better shot with 'er bow. We worked oh so well together, and she soon became me right 'and man. Er, woman, that is. We 'id the loot we got from our work together, in a cave a' the bottom of a pool in the wood. Our crew made a good livin' killin' monsters fer years, and I was a very happy man. Let's just say Lyana and I became more than friends. But like everythin' in life, it wasn't to last. One day I went to deposit me share of the gold in our little hidden stash under the pool. By then we'd accumulated a great hoard, an' we were thinkin' about settlin' down in one of the new cities that were poppin' up in Asulon. I lifted the lid o' the chest. Nothing was there. I rushed back to our lil' camp in the woods, confused and distraught. Me crew, led by Lyana now, met me with drawn swords, and I barely escaped with me life. Lyana had betrayed me, and stolen all me gold. That was what stung me the most, afterwards. Our relationship had meant nothing to that sorry b***h. With nothin' but the clothes on me back I made me way to Asulon on a leaking tub of a boat, and never returned to the Verge. I've been wanderin' the land ever since, a sorry drunkard with nothin' but a strong sword arm and a thirst for ale. One day though, I'l rebuild me mercenary clan and get rich. But I swear on me life i'l never be betrayed again." (Appearance of my character) Black, straggly hair, roughly combed to the side to reveal piercing greenish blue eyes, which are often bloodshot. He has a strong jaw covered heavily in stubble, and thick eyebrows. He often has the smell of alcohol around him. One ear has an earring, and he wears leather armour over rusted chainmail that leaves his fairly muscled arms exposed except for leather arm bands around his wrist. His skin is fairly pale. Yoren respects strength more than he does noble status, but he will grudgingly bow down to a noble if it means further personal advancement for him. He is 37 years old. He has a love of ale and the simple things in life, such as minas, wenches, mead, and minas. What is your Character's ambitions?: To create a new brotherhood of mercenaries that will gain him great wealth and fame, and eventually to settle down in a city, content. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): His sword, without a doubt. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? He is a great swordfighter, when he isn't drunk or foolhardy. He is also has some decent leadership skills. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): Other Information about your Character: Yoren is greedy, but his main problem is his alcoholism. When he isn't drunk he is quite cunning and is a good fighter, but sadly, he is only very rarely sober. Sometimes he will take a direct confrontation over a more subtle approach, and get defeated as a result. 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? Yoren cockily strides up to the fighting trio. "Ello you three. Mind tellin' me whats goin' on here?" One of the warriors brusquely replies: "This ain't your business, you grubby sod." Yoren ignores him and turns to the terrified halfling. "How much money would you be willin' to pay me to save your hide, little imp?" "You can have all the minas in my purse!" The second the halfling reached the word "minas", Yoren raised his sword in the air to bring it down on one of the warriors. However, before he could finish the blow, the other warrior punched him in the gut and knocked him unconscious. "Ugh, where am I? What the hell happened?" Yoren wakes up, hours later. "Where is my coin purse!? What happened to my sword?" Yoren gets up, and suddenly realizes what happened. "Those damned thieves... I'l find them and get back every last minas they stole from me! Oh, and that halfling too." Yoren runs down the road at a quick pace, completely unaware that the thieving warriors went in the opposite direction. 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? "Well, i'd love to buy some of yer finery but I ain't got a single minas to me name!" "Hmm, this is a most unfortunate state of affairs, good sir. Perhaps you would like to do a simple job for me, to earn some money?" the posh merchant replies. "Depends on what type o' job that'd be. If it's one tha' needs a good swordsman than I might be yer man.", Yoren brusquely replied. "Well, it's just a simple delivery errand really. It's practically free coin! All you have to do is deliver this package to my friend, in an alley on the other side of town.", the merchant excitedly explained. "When have I ever turned down easy minas? Sure, I'l run yer little errand." "Excellent. Here is a note with the directions. Oh, and whatever you do, DO NOT OPEN THE BAG!" Yoren read the note slowly out loud to himself as he walked down the cobblestone road. "An old abandoned inn, with boarded up windows, with a worn out sign reading "The Drowned Rat". The inn is located on Fleabottom Row." "What a wonderful soundin' spot o' the city!", Yoren chuckled to himself. As he walked down the path towards his destination, he took in the sights and smells of the city. He walked through fine dwarven districts, the smell of acrid burning charcoal wafting through the air, and wide open boulevards, where spice merchants sold their wares. Eventually though, the sights and smells of the city became less appealing. By the time he was near Fleabottom Row there was open sewage flowing through the streets, homeless everywhere, and boarded up houses on either side of the road. "I'm startin' to regret not leavin' me sword in the inn.", Yoren muttered. Seedy looking folk glared at him from under filthy rags. Finally, as the area he walked through got more and more decrepit, he decided to look in the package. "What the bloody 'ell could that posh merchant want delivered to this side o' town, anyways!?" He tore at a tiny corner of the brown parchment wrapping, and peered through the tear. A large woolen bag was wrapped up, sealed tightly with a leather string. He carefully undid the knot, looking nervously from side to side. "Bloody 'ell...", Yoren murmured. The bag was full of an illegal substance. "Why would that merchant be stupid enough ta' give a stranger a package full o' this. I bet them city guards would pay a fine fee for turnin' this in." He spun around in the direction he came, and bumped straight into an angry and grim looking thug, covered in grisly tattoos. "Where do ya think yer goin', little delivery boy?" "Why, i'm just on a lil' errand. Don't mind me.", Yoren quickly replied. He tried to move past the thug, but he was blocked off. The thug pulled a short, savage looking sword from his belt. "Openin' that bag was the biggest mistake of yer life, you rat." The thug swung the sword at Yoren, but he easily dodged. Luckily for Yoren, he had not been able to purchase ale in several days, and he was perfectly sober. Yoren drew his long blade. While he was drawing, the thug stabbed at Yoren. He managed to block it with his left arm, but it left a deep cut. He grunted from the pain, but parried the next swing and gave a vicious kick to the groin of the thug. While he was doubled over in pain Yoren smashed his head with the butt of his sword. He looked behind him for a moment. More thugs were emerging from dark alleys, with tattoo's similar to the first ones. "What have I gotten myself into..." He sprinted back the way he came, boots pounding against the cobblestone. The thugs were in hot pursuit, but Yoren managed to lose them in a crowd of people. He made his way to a guard post after he had lost the thugs, and knocked on the door. A burly guard opened the door to greet him. "What is your business here, citizen?", the guard inquired curtly. "Ello sir, I just thought you might be interested in seeing what one of these merchants is selling." Yoren showed the guard the bag. The guard's eyes widened. "Sweet Aeriel! Who was selling this?", the guard said, astonished. "Some posh bugger near the city gate, dressed in finery." "We've been looking for a dealer in that area for months now. Thank you citizen. I'll arrange the guard captain to give you a reward." "A reward?" Yoren grinned. "Well, it wasn't no problem at all. Tell the guard captain I'll be waiting at the tavern." Yoren strode off, looking forward to buying copious amounts of ale. 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?: Yoren's eyes widen at the sight of the golden sword. He quickly snatches it up, and the iron bars too. "I bet this golden sword is worth quite the pretty minas back in Alras, and I'l wager I could get a nice blade made with these bars." Suddenly, Yoren hears footsteps, and a deep, rumbling voice. He spins around, dropping the golden sword and two of the iron bars.. A huge 6' 5'' human draped in filthy furs enters the hut. He utters a horrible scream at Yoren and draws a crude axe. "I'L NAIL YOUR HIDE TO MY WALL, SNEAKTHIEF!" Yoren barely dodged a massive but slow axe swing. "Come on sir, can't we come to a civi - civerli - civilized agreement over a horn of ale?", Yoren said quickly, iron bar in one hand. The savage lifted his axe high for a great downwards strike at Yoren, but Yoren parried with his sword and struck the man across the nose with the iron bar. "YOU'RE GONNA GET IT GOOD, THIEF!" the barbarian yelled, swinging blindly with his axe, dazed by the pain. Yoren managed to get out of the hut, but not before taking a deep cut to his arm from the axe. Clutching his wounded arm with his good hand, he sprinted away from the hut, the barbarian bellowing at him but not giving chase. "Not this time, ye dirty oaf", he said through clenched jaws. 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? "'Ello there kind sirs. You sort look like the kind of people the bandits in the woods would like to raid. Howabouts I offer you free protection services in exchange for just a lil' bit of ale and food!" "Why, your offer is quite kind, wary traveler. Why don't you stay with us for a while and come with us as we travel." "Whereabouts are you headed?" "Why, only the fine trading city of Alras! I'm sure there are all sorts of weapons there that a fine swordsman such as yourself could purchase!" "Aye, there would be indeed. I'l guard ya until we reach there. Thank you for yer hospitality!" For several days, Yoren guarded the camp, standing outside for hours on end and keeping an eye out for trouble. One day, after a particularly hard day of travelling, Yoren went to his guard post. That day, the merchants had purchased several large barrels of ale in exchange for some bear pelts. To quench his mighty thirst, Yoren filled his ale horn whenever the merchants weren't looking. He drunk all night. Eventually, he was so drunk he was on the brink of passing out. By now most of the merchants were sound asleep. Yoren's eyelids started to become heavier and heavier with each passing minute and each swig of ale. Eventually, he passed out. *thud* "Ugh, my head! " Yoren finally woke up. Through blurry vision he could barely make out a couple of traders examining one of the ale barrels, and occasionally glaring at him. "Hello there good sirs, might I ask what yer lookin' at over there?" Yoren said groggily." "You lazy drunkard. So much for protection! Ha! The shriveled spawn of an orc could protect us better than you! Make your own way to Alras, you fool!", one of the merchants scolded him. "Why, c'mon gentlemen? What precisely have I done to *hic* make you so upset?" "GET OUT!" Yoren staggered down the road, alone and hung-over. 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?: Yoren immediately decides to help the guards. But instead of fighting the bandits in open battle, he sneaks out of town and meets with the bandits in secret, hoping to be able to assassinate them one by one as they sleep. "Hello there fellows. I was hopin' to help you get inside that there town!", Yoren exclaims. One of the bandit leaders replies: "Hah, you look the sort that could handle himself in a fight!" The bandits let him join them around the fire. "Hey Gronn, remember that time we cut off those nuns heads and gave them to the townsfolk! Ha ha ha!" "And then that other time where we tied the villagers to trees and left them for the wolves!?" Yoren sat stony faced as he listened to the bandit's tell about their atrocities. "These fools will get what's comin' to em", Yoren muttered. While the rest of the bandits were sleeping, Yoren silently got up and attempted to cut the leader's throat. However, the brigand wakes up, and Yoren runs back to town, the bandits in hot pursuit. "Come out, the bloody bandits are comin'!" Yoren yells. "What the hell are ya doing, scruffy?! Most us are are asleep!", one of the guards exclaims. Yoren just barely makes it through the gate before the bandits reach him, and he helps the guards fight them. "So guard, where's me bounty?" Yoren asks, after the fight is done. "You aren't getting a single shred of metal, you stupid sod! You nearly let the bandits into town, and almost let them catch us off guard!" the head of the guard replied. "You can keep your grubby clipped coppers, you cheap lout" he mutters, before skulking off to the inn.

Out-Of-Character Minecraft Account Name: Llamastan How old are you?: 16 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Pacific Standard Time, Canada Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes, English is my first language. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: A grade 10 high school student who has a lot of free time on his hands :P. Minecraft is my main past time, and I enjoy playing on PVP servers and creating skins. I love all sorts of fantasy and science fiction novels, such as A Song of Ice and Fire and the Culture series by Iain M Banks. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: 40+ hours a week, if I become really dedicated to this server. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you:Roleplaying is the activity of putting yourself into a character's shoes and acting out their life. It is escaping the real world and becoming a warrior, a mage or a king in a different world. It could take place in a video game or in a real life game such as Dungeons & Dragons. Roleplaying usually takes place with other people who are also roleplaying, who act out various characters. Together, the roleplayers act out a unique story in a plot that they create, in a setting that often does not exist in the real world. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I haven't had a whole lot of experience, however I played very briefly on a minecraft RP server called Fallout: War Never Changes. Also, I have played numerous RPG video games, and dabbled in a very dumbed down version of Dungeons & Dragons. On a PVP server I often play on, I helped add some RP aspects to the community by creating medieval skins for factions on the server and giving an RP theme to my own faction. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: It is when a person uses information gained OOC to do something in roleplay. An example of meta gaming could be if a person is chatting with their friend on the server who has a base in a far away area OOC about how they found a castle, and they proceed to go on the server and run straight to the castle. In other words, instead of playing the game using the knowledge that your character has obtained, you are using your own knowledge. It is ignoring the rules of roleplaying while in a roleplaying setting. It often overlaps with Power-Gaming, and is a serious offence on LordOfTheCraft. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power Gaming has a few definitions, but this is probably the one most applicable to LordOfTheCraft. Performing an action in roleplay that forces another player to do a certain thing, without giving them a chance to affect the situation or respond. For example, a player who is Power Gaming could use an emote like this:* I cast a spell on you that makes you die and your head explode* This is an example of power gaming because the target of the spell can't do anything about it. A version of this action that is less taboo and less to do with Power Gaming could be *I attempt to cast a spell of explosion on you*. Power Gaming is a big no no because it takes away control of the roleplaying experience from other roleplayers and makes your character an almighty god. What do you expect this server will be like?: An immersive experience with a beautiful world. A hugely populated server where I can fit a niche for my character and become a part of the story. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Right now I play on Elysian Kingdoms, a midsized PVP server. I haven't left it, but I am looking to play about 50/50 on both servers. I decided to look for a different server because our faction is one of the most powerful, we have a giant impenetrable obsidian base and we can't be challenged. There is nothing to do other than just run around our base. I also used to play on a tiny server called MuggerCoast, which I left because few people played. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have read, understood, and agree to the rules. They mostly seem like common sense rules, or rules that exist to enforce a believable RP setting. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules:Yes, I promise to abide by all the rules of the server. How did you hear about us?: By browsing the Minecraft forums, long long ago (when the thread first began). I never got around to posting an application, and eventually got side tracked and joined various other servers, but this one has always seemed interesting to me. Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: Yep. http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/51997-llamastans-application/ 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.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-%E2%96%91%E2%96%92%E2%96%93-the-lord-of-the-craft-%E2%96%93%E2%96%92%E2%96%91-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/): Yes, I have. In-Character: Character Name: Yoren Umber What Race are you?: Human. What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): Northerner, through and through. 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.): "Are ye sure ya want to know my story? The story of Yoren Umber? It is a gruesome story, full o' betrayal and bloodshed. Ah well, ya might regret askin' me after I'm done, but here it goes. Twenty eight years ago, or somethin' like that,(Me father never did keep track o' me birthday), I was born in a cold, drafty little cottage in the depths o' winter. Me mother died givin' birth to me, and once I was old enough me brother told me he was never the same after she died. We worked hard on the farm, workin' measly little potatoes out of the harsh rocky soil. Our little farmstead was near the castle of Winterfell, deep in the frosty north. But anyways, one day, long before the undead came, our farm got raided by bandits. Me and me father were choppin' wood behind the cottage, while me brother was tillin' the fields. We heard my only brother scream, and rushed to the field. He was runnin' from a bandit mounted on a horse when one of the bandit's buddies shot him in the back with an arrow. My father charged up to the bandit on the horse, woodcutting axe raised, but the horsemen lopped off his head with a single stroke of the sword. I was only ten at the time." "Luckily for me I managed to escape the bandits by hiding in a haystack. After they were gone, I took to the road, wandering aimlessly on the brink of starvation. Eventually, after many days of desperation , I was found by a roving group of mercenaries. They took me in, taught me how to wield a sword and all the dirty tricks o' fightin'. It was a hard life, but the truth is, I was happy. The mercenary clan became me new family. We helped hunt evil bandits together, and I even took part in the killing, although me favourite part was when the mercenaries told me the stories of great battles they had fought. I was still a lad then, but I grew up with them til I was a man. Then, the betrayal happened. A fellow had joined us, a couple o' months before it happened. He seemed fair enough, but a little bit of a craven. One day, after a particularly gruesome battle with undead, he disappeared for what we thought was a huntin' trip. He came back with a horde of bandits, and surrounded us. We were all to be brought to their hideout an' killed. Our leader resisted, killing one of the thugs, but he was cut down. A fight broke out and most of us were either killed or captured. We marched for what seemed like weeks, with little on our backs but rags. Our blades and armour were stolen. Finally, I saw an opening for an escape. One night the bandits guarding us got themselves completely drunk. Me hands were tied to a post with rope, but there was a pointed rock close to me. I scraped and scraped that blasted rope against that rock for hours, and finally managed to cut free and escape. I don't know what happened to them other mercenaries, but I wager they're all dead now. I swore that one day I will make a new mercenary group and make a living huntin' wrongdoers. One day, I will see the evil bandit's punished for their deeds. But for now, all I've got going for me is a healthy thirst for ale and a strong sword arm." (Appearance/personality of my character) Black, straggly hair, roughly combed to the side to reveal piercing greenish blue eyes. Chin with heavy stubble, and thick eyebrows. One ear has an earring, and he wears leather armour over rusted chainmail that leaves his somewhat muscled arms exposed except for leather arm bands around his wrist. His skin is fairly pale. Yoren respects strength more than he does noble status, but he will grudgingly bow down to a noble if it means further personal advancement for him. He is 28 years old. He has a love of ale and the simple things in life, such as wenches, gold, and mead. What is your Character's ambitions?: To build a wandering crew of mercenaries that will rid the land of evil doers, and acquire wealth. Eventually he hopes to settle down in a kingdom. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): Without a doubt, his sword. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? He is a fairly good swordfighter, and is knowledgeable about farming. He hopes to improve his leadership skills in the future. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): Other Information about your Character: Yoren is greedy, and a bit seedy looking, but he s trying to improve his reputation in the kingdom. He is also often reckless and cocky when it comes to fights. Sometimes he will take a direct confrontation over a more subtle approach, and get defeated as a result. 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? Yoren cockily strides up to the fighting trio. "Ello you three. Mind tellin' me whats goin' on here?" One of the warriors brusquely replies: "This ain't your business, you grubby sod." Yoren ignores him and turns to the terrified halfling. "How much money would you be willin' to pay me to save your hide, little imp?" "You can have all the minas in my purse!" The second the halfling reached the word "minas", Yoren raised his sword in the air to bring it down on one of the warriors. However, before he could finish the blow, the other warrior punched him in the gut and knocked him unconscious. "Ugh, where am I? What the hell happened?" Yoren wakes up, hours later. "Where is my coin purse!? What happened to my sword?" Yoren gets up, and suddenly realizes what happened. "Those damned thieves... I'l find them and get back every last minas they stole from me! Oh, and that halfling too." Yoren runs down the road at a quick pace, completely unaware that the thieving warriors went in the opposite direction. 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 have no need of your gold and finery, rich man. What I purchase is good ale and fine blades. " Yoren walks away, leaving the merchant staring at him. He proceeds to stride into a tavern and get completely drunk. 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?: Yoren walks around the hut, examining it and looking for traces of what could have happened. He comes across a rotting corpse, left there by marauders. He digs a shallow grave for the person and buries some of the goods in the hut with him. However, he keeps the golden sword and iron bars. "I bet this golden sword is worth quite the pretty minas back in Alras, and I'l wager I could get a nice blade made with these bars." 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? "'Ello there kind sirs. You sort look like the kind of people the bandits in the woods would like to raid. Howabouts I offer you free protection services in exchange for just a lil' bit of ale and food!" "Why, your offer is quite kind, wary traveler. Why don't you stay with us for a while and come with us as we travel." "Whereabouts are you headed?" "Why, only the fine kingdom of Hanseti! I'm sure a fine swordsman such as yourself would be greatly appreciated there." "Aye, that he would. I'l guard ya until we reach there. Thank you for yer hospitality!" 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?: Yoren immediately decides to help the guards. But instead of fighting the bandits in open battle, he sneaks out of town and meets with the bandits in secret, hoping to be able to assassinate them one by one as they sleep. "Hello there fellows. I was hopin' to help you get inside that there town!", Yoren exclaims. One of the bandit leaders replies: "Hah, you look the sort that could handle himself in a fight!" The bandits let him join them around the fire. "Hey Gronn, remember that time we cut off those nuns heads and gave them to the townsfolk! Ha ha ha!" "And then that other time where we tied the villagers to trees and left them for the wolves!?" Yoren sat stony faced as he listened to the bandit's tell about their atrocities. "These fools will get what's comin' to em", Yoren muttered. While the rest of the bandits were sleeping, Yoren silently got up and attempted to cut the leader's throat. However, the brigand wakes up, and Yoren runs back to town, the bandits in hot pursuit. "Come out, the bloody bandits are comin'!" Yoren yells. "What the hell are ya doing, scruffy?! Most us are are asleep!", one of the guards exclaims. Yoren just barely makes it through the gate before the bandits reach him, and he helps the guards fight them. "So guard, where's me bounty?" Yoren asks, after the fight is done. "You aren't getting a single shred of metal, you stupid sod! You nearly let the bandits into town, and almost let them catch us off guard!" the head of the guard replied. "You can keep your grubby clipped coppers, you cheap lout" he mutters, before skulking off to the inn.

Out-Of-Character Minecraft Account Name:Llamastan How old are you?: 16 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Pacific Standard Time, Canada Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes, English is my first language. Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: A grade 10 high school student who excels in academic subjects. Minecraft is my main past time, and I enjoy playing on PVP servers and creating skins. I love all sorts of fantasy and science fiction novels, such as A Song of Ice and Fire and the Culture series by Iain M Banks. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: 40+ hours a week, if I become really dedicated to this server. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying is the activity of putting yourself into a character's shoes and acting out their life. It is escaping the real world and becoming a warrior, a mage or a king in a different world. It could take place in a video game or in a real life game such as Dungeons & Dragons. Roleplaying usually takes place with other people who are also roleplaying, who act out various characters. Together, the roleplayers act out a unique story in a plot that they create, in a setting that often does not exist in the real world. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I haven't had a whole lot of experience, however I played very briefly on a minecraft RP server called Fallout: War Never Changes. Also, I have played numerous RPG video games, and dabbled in Dungeons & Dragons. On a PVP server I often play on, I helped add some RP aspects to the community by creating medieval skins for factions on the server and giving an RP theme to my own faction. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: It is when a person uses skills gained from outside the roleplaying setting to gain advantages or knowledge. For example, a young man with no experience of smithing cannot simply obtain 2 diamonds and make a mighty blade. Another example of meta gaming could be if a person is chatting with their friend on the server who lives in a far away area OOC about how they found a castle, and they proceed to go on the server and run straight to the castle. It is ignoring the rules of roleplaying while in a roleplaying setting. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Abusing the game, grinding skills and getting the best armour in order to become the most powerful/l33test person on the server. It is casting aside all roleplaying elements of the game in order to dominate other people and become the strongest person on the server. For example, this could be someone who gets 1000 in every combat skill and a full set of protection 4 armour without any roleplaying reason at all other than to be able to kill everyone. What do you expect this server will be like?: An immersive experience with a beautiful world. A hugely populated server where I can fit a niche for my character. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Right now I play on Elysian Kingdoms, a mid sized PVP server. I haven't left it, but I am looking to play about 50/50 on both servers. I decided to look for a different server because our faction is one of the most powerful, we have a giant impenetrable obsidian base and we can't be challenged. There is nothing to do other than just run around our base. I also used to play on a tiny server called MuggerCoast, which I left because few people played. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have read, understood, and agree to the rules. They mostly seem like common sense rules, or rules that exist to enforce a believable RP setting. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: Yes, I promise to abide by all the rules of the server. How did you hear about us?: By browsing the Minecraft forums, long long ago (when the thread first began). I never got around to posting an application, and eventually got side tracked and joined various other servers, but this one has always seemed interesting to me. Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: Nope. In-Character: Character Name: Yoren Umber What Race are you?: Human, although me father once told me that I've got a bit o' dark elf blood in me. What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): Northerner, through and through. 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.) Are ye sure ya want to know my story? The story of Yoren Umber? It is a gruesome story, full o' betrayal and bloodshed. Ah well, ya might regret askin' me after I'm done, but here it goes. Twenty eight years ago, or somethin' like that,(Me father never did keep track o' me birthday), I was born in a cold, drafty little cottage in the depths o' winter. Me mother died givin' birth to me, and once I was old enough me brother told me he was never the same after she died. We worked hard on the farm, workin' measly little potatoes out of the harsh rocky soil. Our little farmstead was near the castle of Winterfell, deep in the frosty north. But anyways, one day, long before the undead came, our farm got raided by bandits. Me and me father were choppin' wood behind the cottage, while me brother was tillin' the fields. We heard my only brother scream, and rushed to the field. He was runnin' from a bandit mounted on a horse when one of the bandit's buddies shot him in the back with an arrow. My father charged up to the bandit on the horse, woodcutting axe raised, but the horsemen lopped off his head with a single stroke of the sword. I was only ten at the time. Luckily for me the bandits decided to spare me life. They took me in, taught me how to wield a sword and all the dirty tricks o' fightin'. They always kept a wary eye on me, thinkin' I would try an' take revenge for me family's death, but the truth is, I was happy. The bandit clan became me new family. We raided other farmsteads together, and I even took part in the killing, although me favourite part was when the bandits told me the stories of great battles they had fought. I was still a lad then, but I grew up with the bandits til I was almost a man. Then, the betrayal happened. A fellow had joined us, a couple o' months before it happened. He seemed fair enough, a little bit wary of violence however. One day, after a particularly gruesome raid of a village, he disappeared for what we thought was a huntin' trip. He came back with a troupe of knights, and placed us under arrest for banditry. We were all to be brought to Winterfell and beheaded. Our leader resisted, killing one of the mounted guards, but he was cut down. A fight broke out and I managed to escape, and made my way back to the burned farmstead. I searched the place for supplies, or anything we had missed. I wen't down into a musty ole cellar, and what I found their scarred me. The children of the town had all been slaughtered in secret, while most of us were fightin' the villagers. I had never thought our comrades capable of such cruelty. In the dead eyes of the young I saw me brother's face as he was shot by an arrow. I swore to renounce me evil deeds and try and redeem myself. (Appearance of my character) Black, straggly hair, roughly combed to the side to reveal piercing greenish blue eyes. Chin with heavy stubble, and thick eyebrows. One ear has an earring, and he wears leather armour over rusted chainmail that leaves his somewhat muscled arms exposed except for leather arm bands around his wrist. His skin is fairly pale. Although his speech is that of the common rabble, Yoren is actually quite intelligent and calculating and loathes stupidity. He enjoys the company of those who have wit and will not hesitate to be cruel to those who annoy him. Yoren respects strength more than he does noble status, but he will grudgingly bow down to a noble if it means further personal advancement for him. What is your Character's ambitions?: To build a wandering crew of mercenaries that help the land, and acquire wealth. Eventually he hopes to settle down in a kingdom. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): Without a doubt, his sword. However, he is a decent builder as well and knows how to farm. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? His swordsplay, although he has a talent for leading a group, due to many years of observing the leader of a bandit gang. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): Other Information about your Character: Yoren is moody and greedy, but is trying to improve his reputation in the kingdom. He might have some trouble fitting in to the rest of society. 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? Yoren calmly strides up to the fighting trio. "Ello you three. Mind tellin' me whats goin' on here?" One of the warriors brusquely replies: "This ain't your business, you grubby sod." Yoren ignores him and turns to the terrified halfling. "How much money would you be willin' to pay me to save your hide, little imp?" "You can have all the gold in my purse!" The second the halfling reached the word "Gold", Yoren spun around and kicked one of the warriors in his unprotected groin. He doubled up in agony, and Yoren parried a mighty blow of an axe with his sword. Before the second warrior could pull back his axe, Yoren grabbed it by the haft and stabbed the warrior through the eye with his sword. By then the other one had regained his composure. Yoren got slashed by a large blade, but his chainmail took the brunt of the damage. Grunting, Yoren made a mighty slash over his head at the warrior. While the enemy raised his sword to parry the blow, Yoren made a vicious kick and swept both of his legs from underneath him. Yoren picked up a nearby stick and whacked the thief over the head several times, to knock him unconscious. He swiped the gold purse from the halfling and before he could even say "Thank you", Yoren was on his way. 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 have no need of your gold and finery, rich man. What I purchase is good ale and fine blades. " Yoren walks away, leaving the merchant staring at him. He proceeds to stride into a tavern and get completely drunk. 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?: Yoren walks around the hut, examining it and looking for traces of what could have happened. He comes across a rotting corpse, left there by marauders. He digs a shallow grave for the person and bury's some of the goods in the hut with him. However, he keeps the golden sword and iron bars. "I bet this golden sword is worth quite the pretty penny back in Alras, and I'l wager I could get a nice blade made with these bars." 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? "'Ello there kind sirs. You sort look like the kind of people the bandits in the woods would like to raid. Howabouts I offer you free protection services in exchange for just a lil' bit of ale and food!" "Why, your offer is quite kind, wary traveler. Why don't you stay with us for a while and come with us as we travel." "Whereabouts are you headed?" "Why, only the fine kingdom of Hanseti! I'm sure a fine swordsman such as yourself would be greatly appreciated there." "Aye, that he would. I'l guard ya until we reach there. Thank you for yer hospitality!" 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?: Yoren is torn by this request. He wants to help the townsfolk, however he also sympathizes with the bandits. He decides to ask to talk to the bandits and judge their morals before deciding whether to side with either of them. He sneaks out of town the night before the attack. "Hello there fellows. I was hopin' to help you get inside that there town!", Yoren exclaims. One of the bandit leaders replies: "Hah, you look the sort that could handle himself in a fight!" The bandits let him join them around the fire. They boast about how they slaughtered all the nuns in a monastery and proceeded to give their severed heads to the people in the nearest village. Yoren pretends to sleep, and then when the bandits are all snoring, sneaks out and cuts the leader's throat. One of the bandits wakes up, and he runs back to town, the bandits chasing behind. "Come out, the bloody bandits are comin'!" Yoren yells. One of the guards fetches his comrades, and without a word Yoren joins them in the shield wall just as the bandit group reaches the town. After the fight is done, he collects a bounty from the lead guardsmen and goes on his way.