Minecraft Account Name:
CraigB7
How old are you?:
15
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:
Well I love science and science fiction novals. I am a big fan of World Of Warcraft, I am in 8th grade and I spend most of my time playing minecraft.
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 soldier, a mage or another character in a different world. It could take place in a real life game or a video game such as World of Warcraft. 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 recently on a minecraft RP server called Hobbitcraft I helped add some RP aspects to the community by creating adventure skins for my 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 standard.
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. 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?:
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/): Will as soon as I'm done posting this.
In-Character:
Character Name:
Yoran
What Race are you?:
Human.
What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race):Dwarf
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.):
"Aye, So you want to get ta no Nephos da ye?"
Nephos, He isn't like the other Dwarf's he has a short temper and a horrible slouch. You will mostly see him around a bar
" Oi, Gees me another pint!"
" Gees, Nephos you better head home soon, am almost dry of liqour!"
" Just pour me anythqzre one. (Struggles to find his words)
He Stands before walking towards the door and grabbing his battleaxe, " I'll be back later.
The door slams shut.
Yoran Childhood was tough he was left in a cave at birth by his mother for she could no longer take care of him. She left him with a basket of food and a blanket for warmth...., The next day the sheperd woke to a scream louder than a dragons shout. He followed the trails to the old caverns where he found the child, Ruthberg the Sheperd took the child and raised him as his own. He bought him clothes, food and shelter. When Nephos grew older he started taking a interest in Blacksmithing and using things such as forge's and crafting tables. The sheperd showed him all he could before he was killed by beasts in which attacked the village. Yoran is now forced on the journey of his life across the whole of Asulon To restore his fathers fame in finding and destroying the heart of these foul beasts!
(Appearance of my character)
Black, straggly hair, roughly combed to the side to reveal scar of left cheek, greenish brown eyes, which are often bloodshot. He has a strong jaw covered heavily in a thick beard, and thick eyebrows. He often has the smell of alcohol around him. One ear has a hole from the battle of Aragar, and he wears Stone armour over rusted chainmail that leaves his fairly muscled arms exposed. His skin is a dirty tan . Yoran 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 24 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):
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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.
