caba111

Nolf glances at the note. "I suppose I'm not much of a miner," he mutters to himself, and continues along the road.

*A rather dirty looking pigeon flies through the window and drops a note on your desk* Mc Name: caba111 Rp Name: My name is Nolf. Age- My age is 47, but I'm strong as an ox. Old Jobs and Work- ((I was once a wolverine, but I joined just as they got destroyed, so I don't include that in my RP biography))I've been a wanderer for months now... I haven't held many jobs, ye' see. I'm a bit down on my luck... Skills for odd jobs? (Mining/Lumberjacking/Etc)- I be a skilled lumberjack ((level 28))... You should see the trees bow to m' axe. I'm competent in buildin' and such. Weapon of Choice and ye mastery with that? (Weapon Skill lvl) Ye, I'm an axeman. I've been cutting cutting wood since I was a wee-un, and killin' instead of felling trees came easily, I suppose. ((level 25)) Why do ye wish to Join the Lances? I wish to join the lances for occupation, a bed, and a means to support myself. I would like some brothers to stand by, and a cause to push for. I yearn for battle, and this seems like a way to satisfy that yearning. The money would be nice as well, eh... Eventually, I hope that I could settle down and get me a house, either through duty or savings. Do ye take the Oath-I Nolf pledge my Weapon, my knowledge and life to the Knightly order of the Red Dragon. And Swear my allegiance to Emperor Godfrey Horen and His Line of Succession. I shall serve the King, Order and Oren with undying loyalty and will do all that I can to keep them from harm.I will always complete a quest given to me by my king, Knight and Kingdom. I swear to protect its people and to stay true to the order and obey its ways and laws.

Minecraft Account Name: caba111 How old are you?: 15 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: New Hampshire, America. Eastern time. Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yeah, I'm pretty good with grammar. I'm not perfect, but who is? Grammatical errors certainly piss me off (especially they're there and their ) Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Well, I'm artistic, intelligent, and perceptive. I love playing minecraft almost as much as I enjoy drawing and writing. I'm pretty funny, and occasionally tend to get on people's nerves. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I could probably be on 1-3 hours a day, maybe 10-20 hours a week. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying, simply, is the act of "pretending". When you role-play, you become somebody else. You do what they'd do in a given situation, and say what they'd say. It's immersing yourself in the little things, completely taking on a character. As for what it means to me.... I take it as a chance to act, play minecraft, and just live the life of a rather ordinary citizen, going about his business. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?:I have played on various minecraft RP servers, and a few WoW ones. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: The act of meta-gaming is the process of using information in roleplaying that you didn't learn about in-character. For instance, you heard word on the forums that "such and such" has posted that he's going to hunt out and kill you. Armed with this information in-game, you proceed to kill this person to prevent him from killing you, although, as a character, you never technically learned what his intentions were. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power gaming is the act of attacking or killing someone without giving them any chance of retaliation, whether it be minecraft PvP or text based fighting. What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect this server to be an immersive, serious, and LARGE RP experience, that will give me a chance at day to day, casual RP that I don't need to go out and look for. I'm mainly joining because of the size of the server and the seriousness of the RP. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Well, my last server was a great little place called Kingdom of Aeonis. I left, simply, because it was too damn small. There were 25 people online at peak times. There was just too little RP going on, due to the lack of players. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I have, and do. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: I certainly do. How did you hear about us? Did someone refer you?: heard about you guys from a random MC forum search. Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: Yeah… http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/54159-caba111s-fantastic-amazing-one-of-a-kind-application-the-third/ 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/): Year, it's done. In-Character: Character Name: Nolf Caebar What Race are you?: Human What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): N/A 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.): They called me a half-wit when I was younger. Fool. My mother died when I was just a babe. She pushed the life out of her, the poor thing, bringing me into the world. I grew up a loaner. Me’ dad was a wood worker. He helped build the frames of the great walls of Solace, in his day. Yet, his day was long passed by the time I grew up. He said he’d beat the sense into me. The sense stayed out, but he sure did beat the malice and hate in. At ye’ tender age of 12, I ran from the house. I was half starved and tattered by the time I made it to the neighboring village, but I lived. A kind old woman took me in. Martha was her name. I lived in that nameless village for the better part of 5 years. That woman… She took upon herself to heal the wounds of 12 years that my father bestowed on me. In her care, I learned how to work the land. I learned how to calm a birthing pig, and how to coax a great oak out of a wee sapling. I learned how to whittle and craft. Ey’, most important, I learned some kindness. I walked out of that village at seventeen, a healed man. For the next many years, I roamed the countryside, doing odd jobs. I build a cabin here, dug a village well there. I was hardly well off, but I was happy. Time passed. A fine day in March, not a week after aye’ reached my 25th birthday, I was traveling down the king’s highway. I thought I might see Solace before I grew old. There was something fitting about that thought, there was. Suddenly, something moved in the shadows. Something else rustled. I started running, but I couldn’t run fast enough. By the time the next day dawned, I was in a slave trader’s wagon. 19 Years I spent as a slave. I was whipped, beaten, and scorned. My back is as rutted and textured as a carpenter’s hands. I scooped dung, plowed the fields, and labored in the pits. Yet, due to a stroke of my both unbelievably great, yet terrible luck, a glorious thing transpired. At 44 years of age, I was set free by a kind master. Her name, I never learned. Yet, she freed me, and I am forever in her debt. After being freed, I staggered through the wilderness for, as far as I can tell, another 3 years. An animal then, I was. Stealing from travelers, eating my meat near raw. Yet, eventually, I collapsed, out of food, frostbitten, and exhausted at yet another small village in the north. The innkeeper gave me warm pottage, a seat by the fire, and his heartfelt pity. For a year, I dwellt in that village, recovering some fragmented piece of my well-being. The innkeeper owned a mirror. On my first day back to society, I took a long, hard look at myself. I looked sad, defeated, and worn. My skin was golden from all of the years of working the sweltering fields. My green eyes were sunken deep into my face, yet they still shined beneath all of that dirt. My moustache drooped, desperately needing a combing. My back ached. Yet, Ay’ somehow felt that my situation was improving. When it was time to leave that place, I did so with a heavy heart. Yet another one of my friends lost to fate, a man I’d probably never see again. So, here I am, on the road to Solace, a tough, hardened, and stalwart soul, stripped of pleasures, loves, and possessions. An old man of 47 years. At least I’m alive. What is your Character's ambitions?: Nolf wants to reach the city of Solace before he dies. He wants to hold honest work in an honest town. He wants to get into the carpenter's trade, and build with wood. He wants to acquire a friend. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): Nolf favors the axe. It is a valuable tool with enough heft to be used as a weapon. He likes the feel of it in his hand. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? My character is a talented carpenter. He can build things out of wood the likes of which you've never seen before. He also enjoys hunting, and farming. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): Attached Other Information about your Character: My character is scarred. He often has unpleasant flashbacks. He's pretty old as well, and not as fit as he used to be. 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? Nolf shoves one of warriors aside and gives him a stern talking to. When they both draw their weapons, Nolf slowly backs up. "There's no need for that, boys" he pleads. "That halfling is but a young-un, not a day over 20. Let him go if there's a shred of decency in yer hearts." The hoodlums seem to shrink back a little as he talks. "Look at ye' sorry sods, daint'che have something better to do with ye' life? Ye' should be ashamed, harassin' ones smaller than ye'selves," Nolf continues, with more strength in his voice. "Pitiful lot, yeh' highwaymen. Always up to no good..." The thieves grunt and fade into the wood. Nolf is pleased that he scared them off. Yet, he clutches his sword closely that night. Criminals usually aren't so easily deterred. 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? Nolf walks hastily through the streets of Alras. He’s not really in a hurry, but it’s a foreign town, and he doesn’t want to be caught there after nightfall. “Silks of zeh’ finest quality! Timber all zeh’ way from the northern wilds!” harks a merchant. Nolf stops for a second and eyes the man. “Wools, clothes, and fragrences, all of zeh’ finest quality!” He continues. When he notices Nolf, he inquires “Ello there. Vhat’ can I do for you today?” “I think Aye’ll purchase some o’ this fabric thank yeh’ very much” Nolf replies. “Yes, yes. The silk. How much of ‘zat ‘vould you like?” “Aye’ll take 10 yards,” replies Nolf. “Very ‘vell ,” replies the merchant.”Zat’ will be 20 coins.” Nolf pays him, collects the fabric, and heads back to his tent, happy that he got such a good deal on the fine material. 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?: Nolf walks, whistling loudly, through the wood. The sun is shining through the boughs of the trees high above him. "These trees would make for great timber, they would," Nolf remarks to no one in particular. As he's saying this, he notices something strange. There's a small hut on the trail in front of him. It's a shoddy thing, apparently constructed entirely out of dirt and hope. He peers through the doorway meekly. Inside, there's a small bed covered in mysterious teeth marks, a chest, and some dubious looking stairs to the basement. Nolf makes a wide circle around the bed, and worriedly eyes the stairs. He flips open the lid of the chest. Inside, there are a couple of iron ingots, a sword, and some food. Nolf's eyes rest on the sword for a second, but he quickly shuts the chest, and walks out of the shanty. He doubts it's worth angering the owner of the house for such a trinket. He quickly relocates the path, and continues on his way. 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? Nolf has patience for this sort of thing. He sits down with them, and uses drawings in the sand to explain his thirst and hunger. He gets what he needs, and pays the traders well in gold bars. 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?: "Warriors needed! Reward, yall' hear? Bandit scum for the killin'!" Screams the guard. He has an entourage of 10 or 12 other guardsmen. They're looking for help exterminating the scoundrel bandits that have camped a little ways outside of town. Nolf sits down on a nearby rock and listens to the guard speak. "They're scum, strait from the fires of the nether. They've killed countless women, men, and children. 'Elp me and my good men here wipe this threat off the face of Asulon!" He rants. Nolf sighs. So much killing... He'd rather be doing something productive. Yet, his pockets are empty, and those bandits are notorious for being cruel and heartless. "Yeh' got 1 volunteer, mister!" Nolf pipes in. He doesn't kill the killing, but if it fills the pockets for a good cause, then hey. It's all fruit for the pickin'.

Minecraft Account Name: caba111 How old are you?: 15 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: New Hampshire, America. Eastern time. Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yeah, I'm pretty good with grammar. I'm not perfect, but who is? Grammatical errors certainly piss me off (especially they're there and their ) Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Well, I'm artistic, intelligent, and perceptive. I love playing minecraft almost as much as I enjoy drawing and writing. I'm pretty funny, and occasionally tend to get on people's nerves. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I could probably be on 1-3 hours a day, maybe 10-20 hours a week. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying, simply, is the act of "pretending". When you role-play, you become somebody else. You do what they'd do in a given situation, and say what they'd say. It's immersing yourself in the little things, completely taking on a character. As for what it means to me.... I take it as a chance to act, play minecraft, and just live the life of a rather ordinary citizen, going about his business. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?:I have played on various minecraft RP servers, and a few WoW ones. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: The act of meta-gaming is the process of using information in roleplaying that you didn't learn about in-character. For instance, you heard word on the forums that "such and such" has posted that he's going to hunt out and kill you. Armed with this information in-game, you proceed to kill this person to prevent him from killing you, although, as a character, you never technically learned what his intentions were. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power gaming is the act of attacking or killing someone without giving them any chance of retaliation, whether it be minecraft PvP or text based fighting. What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect this server to be an immersive, serious, and LARGE RP experience, that will give me a chance at day to day, casual RP that I don't need to go out and look for. I'm mainly joining because of the size of the server and the seriousness of the RP. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Well, my last server was a great little place called Kingdom of Aeonis. I left, simply, because it was too damn small. There were 25 people online at peak times. There was just too little RP going on, due to the lack of players. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I have, and do. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: I certainly do. How did you hear about us? Did someone refer you?: heard about you guys from a random MC forum search. Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: No. 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/): Year, it's done. In-Character: Character Name: Nolf Caebar What Race are you?: Human What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): N/A 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.): They called me a half-wit when I was younger. Fool. My mother died when I was just a babe. She pushed the life out of her, the poor thing, bringing me into the world. I grew up a loaner. Me’ dad was a wood worker. He helped build the frames of the great walls of Solace, in his day. Yet, his day was long passed by the time I grew up. He said he’d beat the sense into me. The sense stayed out, but he sure did beat the malice and hate in. At ye’ tender age of 12, I ran from the house. I was half starved and tattered by the time I made it to the neighboring village, but I lived. A kind old woman took me in. Martha was her name. I lived in that nameless village for the better part of 5 years. That woman… She took upon herself to heal the wounds of 12 years that my father bestowed on me. In her care, I learned how to work the land. I learned how to calm a birthing pig, and how to coax a great oak out of a wee sapling. I learned how to whittle and craft. Ey’, most important, I learned some kindness. I walked out of that village at seventeen, a healed man. For the next many years, I roamed the countryside, doing odd jobs. I build a cabin here, dug a village well there. I was hardly well off, but I was happy. Time passed. A fine day in March, not a week after aye’ reached my 25th birthday, I was traveling down the king’s highway. I thought I might see Solace before I grew old. There was something fitting about that thought, there was. Suddenly, something moved in the shadows. Something else rustled. I started running, but I couldn’t run fast enough. By the time the next day dawned, I was in a slave trader’s wagon. 19 Years I spent as a slave. I was whipped, beaten, and scorned. My back is as rutted and textured as a carpenter’s hands. I scooped dung, plowed the fields, and labored in the pits. Yet, due to a stroke of my both unbelievably great, yet terrible luck, a glorious thing transpired. At 44 years of age, I was set free by a kind master. Her name, I never learned. Yet, she freed me, and I am forever in her debt. After being freed, I staggered through the wilderness for, as far as I can tell, another 3 years. An animal then, I was. Stealing from travelers, eating my meat near raw. Yet, eventually, I collapsed, out of food, frostbitten, and exhausted at yet another small village in the north. The innkeeper gave me warm pottage, a seat by the fire, and his heartfelt pity. For a year, I dwellt in that village, recovering some fragmented piece of my well-being. The innkeeper owned a mirror. On my first day back to society, I took a long, hard look at myself. I looked sad, defeated, and worn. My skin was golden from all of the years of working the sweltering fields. My green eyes were sunken deep into my face, yet they still shined beneath all of that dirt. My moustache drooped, desperately needing a combing. My back ached. Yet, Ay’ somehow felt that my situation was improving. When it was time to leave that place, I did so with a heavy heart. Yet another one of my friends lost to fate, a man I’d probably never see again. So, here I am, on the road to Solace, a tough, hardened, and stalwart soul, stripped of pleasures, loves, and possessions. An old man of 47 years. At least I’m alive. What is your Character's ambitions?: Nolf wants to reach the city of Solace before he dies. He wants to hold honest work in an honest town. He wants to get into the carpenter's trade, and build with wood. He wants to acquire a friend. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): Nolf favors the axe. It is a valuable tool with enough heft to be used as a weapon. He likes the feel of it in his hand. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? My character is a talented carpenter. He can build things out of wood the likes of which you've never seen before. He also enjoys hunting, and farming. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): Attached Other Information about your Character: My character is scarred. He often has unpleasant flashbacks. He's pretty old as well, and not as fit as he used to be. 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? Nolf shoves one of warriors aside and gives him a stern talking to. When they both draw their weapons, Nolf slowly backs up. "There's no need for that, boys" he pleads. "That halfling is but a young-un, not a day over 20. Let him go if there's a shred of decency in yer hearts." The hoodlums seem to shrink back a little as he talks. "Look at ye' sorry sods, daint'che have something better to do with ye' life? Ye' should be ashamed, harassin' ones smaller than ye'selves," Nolf continues, with more strength in his voice. "Pitiful lot, yeh' highwaymen. Always up to no good..." The thieves grunt and fade into the wood. Nolf is pleased that he scared them off. Yet, he clutches his sword closely that night. Criminals usually aren't so easily deterred. 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? Nolf distractedly greets the man, and buys a roll of fabric. He thanks the merchant heartily, and sets off. 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?: Nolf walks, whistling loudly, through the wood. The sun is shining through the boughs of the trees high above him. "These trees would make for great timber, they would," Nolf remarks to no one in particular. As he's saying this, he notices something strange. There's a small hut on the trail in front of him. It's a shoddy thing, apparently constructed entirely out of dirt and hope. He peers through the doorway meekly. Inside, there's a small bed covered in mysterious teeth marks, a chest, and some dubious looking stairs to the basement. Nolf makes a wide circle around the bed, and worriedly eyes the stairs. He flips open the lid of the chest. Inside, there are a couple of iron ingots, a sword, and some food. Nolf's eyes rest on the sword for a second, but he quickly shuts the chest, and walks out of the shanty. He doubts it's worth angering the owner of the house for such a trinket. He quickly relocates the path, and continues on his way. 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? Nolf has patience for this sort of thing. He sits down with them, and uses drawings in the sand to explain his thirst and hunger. He gets what he needs, and pays the traders well in gold bars. 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?: "Warriors needed! Reward, yall' hear? Bandit scum for the killin'!" Screams the guard. He has an entourage of 10 or 12 other guardsmen. They're looking for help exterminating the scoundrel bandits that have camped a little ways outside of town. Nolf sits down on a nearby rock and listens to the guard speak. "They're scum, strait from the fires of the nether. They've killed countless women, men, and children. 'Elp me and my good men here wipe this threat off the face of Asulon!" He rants. Nolf sighs. So much killing... He'd rather be doing something productive. Yet, his pockets are empty, and those bandits are notorious for being cruel and heartless. "Yeh' got 1 volunteer, mister!" Nolf pipes in. He doesn't kill the killing, but if it fills the pockets for a good cause, then hey. It's all fruit for the pickin'.

Minecraft Account Name: caba111 How old are you?: 15 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: New Hampshire, America. Eastern time. Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yeah, I'm pretty good with grammar. I'm not perfect, but who is? Grammatical errors certainly piss me off (especially they're there and their ) Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Well, I'm artistic, intelligent, and perceptive. I love playing minecraft almost as much as I enjoy drawing and writing. I'm pretty funny, and occasionally tend to get on people's nerves. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I could probably be on 1-3 hours a day, maybe 10-20 hours a week. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying, simply, is the act of "pretending". When you role-play, you become somebody else. You do what they'd do in a given situation, and say what they'd say. It's immersing yourself in the little things, completely taking on a character. As for what it means to me.... I take it as a chance to act, play minecraft, and just live the life of a rather ordinary citizen, going about his business. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?:I have played on various minecraft RP servers, and a few WoW ones. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: The act of meta-gaming is the process of using information in roleplaying that you didn't learn about in-character. For instance, you heard word on the forums that "such and such" has posted that he's going to hunt out and kill you. Armed with this information in-game, you proceed to kill this person to prevent him from killing you, although, as a character, you never technically learned what his intentions were. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: The act of power gaming is the single minded process of leveling up one of your character's skills without paying attention to anything else in-game besides the most efficient way to achieve this goal. What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect this server to be an immersive, serious, and LARGE RP experience, that will give me a chance at day to day, casual RP that I don't need to go out and look for. I'm mainly joining because of the size of the server and the seriousness of the RP. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Well, my last server was a great little place called Kingdom of Aeonis. I left, simply, because it was too damn small. There were 25 people online at peak times. There was just too little RP going on, due to the lack of players. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I have, and do. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: I certainly do. How did you hear about us? Did someone refer you?: heard about you guys from a random MC forum search. Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: I have not, thank you very much. 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/): Year, it's done. In-Character: Character Name: Nolf Caebar What Race are you?: Human What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): N/A 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.): They called me a half-wit when I was younger. Fool. My mother died when I was just a babe. She pushed the life out of her, the poor thing, bringing me into the world. I grew up a loaner. Me’ dad was a wood worker. He helped build the frames of the great walls of Solace, in his day. Yet, his day was long passed by the time I grew up. He said he’d beat the sense into me. The sense stayed out, but he sure did beat the malice and hate in. At ye’ tender age of 12, I ran from the house. I was half starved and tattered by the time I made it to the neighboring village, but I lived. A kind old woman took me in. Martha was her name. I lived in that nameless village for the better part of 5 years. That woman… She took upon herself to heal the wounds of 12 years that my father bestowed on me. In her care, I learned how to work the land. I learned how to calm a birthing pig, and how to coax a great oak out of a wee sapling. I learned how to whittle and craft. Ey’, most important, I learned some kindness. I walked out of that village at seventeen, a healed man. For the next many years, I roamed the countryside, doing odd jobs. I build a cabin here, dug a village well there. I was hardly well off, but I was happy. Time passed. A fine day in March, not a week after aye’ reached my 25th birthday, I was traveling down the king’s highway. I thought I might see Solace before I grew old. There was something fitting about that thought, there was. Suddenly, something moved in the shadows. Something else rustled. I started running, but I couldn’t run fast enough. By the time the next day dawned, I was in a slave trader’s wagon. 19 Years I spent as a slave. I was whipped, beaten, and scorned. My back is as rutted and textured as a carpenter’s hands. I scooped dung, plowed the fields, and labored in the pits. Yet, due to a stroke of my both unbelievably great, yet terrible luck, a glorious thing transpired. At 44 years of age, I was set free by a kind master. Her name, I never learned. Yet, she freed me, and I am forever in her debt. After being freed, I staggered through the wilderness for, as far as I can tell, another 3 years. An animal then, I was. Stealing from travelers, eating my meat near raw. Yet, eventually, I collapsed, out of food, frostbitten, and exhausted at yet another small village in the north. The innkeeper gave me warm pottage, a seat by the fire, and his heartfelt pity. For a year, I dwellt in that village, recovering some fragmented piece of my well-being. The innkeeper owned a mirror. On my first day back to society, I took a long, hard look at myself. I looked sad, defeated, and worn. My skin was golden from all of the years of working the sweltering fields. My green eyes were sunken deep into my face, yet they still shined beneath all of that dirt. My moustache drooped, desperately needing a combing. My back ached. Yet, Ay’ somehow felt that my situation was improving. When it was time to leave that place, I did so with a heavy heart. Yet another one of my friends lost to fate, a man I’d probably never see again. So, here I am, on the road to Solace, a tough, hardened, and stalwart soul, stripped of pleasures, loves, and possessions. An old man of 47 years. At least I’m alive. What is your Character's ambitions?: Nolf wants to reach the city of Solace before he dies. He wants to hold honest work in an honest town. He wants to get into the carpenter's trade, and build with wood. He wants to acquire a friend. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): Nolf favors the axe. It is a valuable tool with enough heft to be used as a weapon. He likes the feel of it in his hand. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? My character is a talented carpenter. He can build things out of wood the likes of which you've never seen before. He also enjoys hunting, and farming. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): Attached Other Information about your Character: My character is scarred. He often has unpleasant flashbacks. He's pretty old as well, and not as fit as he used to be. 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? Nolf shoves one of warriors aside and gives him a stern talking to. When they both draw their weapons, Nolf slowly backs up. "There's no need for that, boys" he pleads. "That halfling is but a young-un, not a day over 20. Let him go if there's a shred of decency in yer hearts." The hoodlums seem to shrink back a little as he talks. "Look at ye' sorry sods, daint'che have something better to do with ye' life? Ye' should be ashamed, harassin' ones smaller than ye'selves," Nolf continues, with more strength in his voice. "Pitiful lot, yeh' highwaymen. Always up to no good..." The thieves grunt and fade into the wood. Nolf is pleased that he scared them off. Yet, he clutches his sword closely that night. Criminals usually aren't so easily deterred. 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? Nolf distractedly greets the man, and buys a roll of fabric. He thanks the merchant heartily, and sets off. 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?: Nolf walks, whistling loudly, through the wood. The sun is shining through the boughs of the trees high above him. "These trees would make for great timber, they would," Nolf remarks to no one in particular. As he's saying this, he notices something strange. There's a small hut on the trail in front of him. It's a shoddy thing, apparently constructed entirely out of dirt and hope. He peers through the doorway meekly. Inside, there's a small bed covered in mysterious teeth marks, a chest, and some dubious looking stairs to the basement. Nolf makes a wide circle around the bed, and worriedly eyes the stairs. He flips open the lid of the chest. Inside, there are a couple of iron ingots, a sword, and some food. Nolf's eyes rest on the sword for a second, but he quickly shuts the chest, and walks out of the shanty. He doubts it's worth angering the owner of the house for such a trinket. He quickly relocates the path, and continues on his way. 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? Nolf has patience for this sort of thing. He sits down with them, and uses drawings in the sand to explain his thirst and hunger. He gets what he needs, and pays the traders well in gold bars. 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?: "Warriors needed! Reward, yall' hear? Bandit scum for the killin'!" Screams the guard. He has an entourage of 10 or 12 other guardsmen. They're looking for help exterminating the scoundrel bandits that have camped a little ways outside of town. Nolf sits down on a nearby rock and listens to the guard speak. "They're scum, strait from the fires of the nether. They've killed countless women, men, and children. 'Elp me and my good men here wipe this threat off the face of Asulon!" He rants. Nolf sighs. So much killing... He'd rather be doing something productive. Yet, his pockets are empty, and those bandits are notorious for being cruel and heartless. "Yeh' got 1 volunteer, mister!" Nolf pipes in. He doesn't kill the killing, but if it fills the pockets for a good cause, then hey. It's all fruit for the pickin'.

Out-Of-Character Minecraft Account Name: caba111 How old are you?: 15 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: New Hampshire, America. Eastern time. Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yeah, I'm pretty good with grammar. I'm not perfect, but who is? Grammatical errors certainly piss me off (especially they're there and their :P) Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Well, I'm artistic, intelligent, and perceptive. I love playing minecraft almost as much as I enjoy drawing and writing. I'm pretty funny, and occasionally tend to get on people's nerves. How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I could probably be on 1-3 hours a day, maybe 10-20 hours a week. What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying, simply, is the act of "pretending". When you role-play, you become somebody else. You do what they'd do in a given situation, and say what they'd say. It's immersing yourself in the little things, completely taking on a character. As for what it means to me.... I take it as a chance to act, play minecraft, and just live the life of a rather ordinary citizen, going about his business. What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?:I have played on various minecraft RP servers, and a few WoW ones. In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: The act of meta-gaming is the process of using information in roleplaying that you didn't learn about in-character. For instance, you heard word on the forums that "such and such" has posted that he's going to hunt out and kill you. Armed with this information in-game, you proceed to kill this person to prevent him from killing you, although, as a character, you never technically learned what his intentions were. In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: The act of power gaming is the single minded process of leveling up one of your character's skills without paying attention to anything else in-game besides the most efficient way to achieve this goal. What do you expect this server will be like?: I expect this server to be an immersive, serious, and LARGE RP experience, that will give me a chance at day to day, casual RP that I don't need to go out and look for. I'm mainly joining because of the size of the server and the seriousness of the RP. What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Well, my last server was a great little place called Kingdom of Aeonis. I left, simply, because it was too damn small. There were 25 people online at peak times. There was just too little RP going on, due to the lack of players. Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: I have, and do. Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server, Forum, and Teamspeak set Rules: I certainly do. How did you hear about us? Did someone refer you?: heard about you guys from a random MC forum search. Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: I have not, thank you very much. 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/): Year, it's done. In-Character: Character Name: Nolf Caebar What Race are you?: Human What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): N/A 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.): They called me a half-wit when I was younger. Fool. My mother died when I was just a babe. She pushed the life out of her, the poor thing, bringing me into the world. I grew up a loaner. Me’ dad was a wood worker. He helped build the frames of the great walls of Solace, in his day. Yet, his day was long passed by the time I grew up. He said he’d beat the sense into me. The sense stayed out, but he sure did beat the malice and hate in. At ye’ tender age of 12, I ran from the house. I was half starved and tattered by the time I made it to the neighboring village, but I lived. A kind old woman took me in. Martha was her name. I lived in that nameless village for the better part of 5 years. That woman… She took upon herself to heal the wounds of 12 years that my father bestowed on me. In her care, I learned how to work the land. I learned how to calm a birthing pig, and how to coax a great oak out of a wee sapling. I learned how to whittle and craft. Ey’, most important, I learned some kindness. I walked out of that village at seventeen, a healed man. For the next many years, I roamed the countryside, doing odd jobs. I build a cabin here, dug a village well there. I was hardly well off, but I was happy. Time passed. A fine day in March, not a week after aye’ reached my 25th birthday, I was traveling down the king’s highway. I thought I might see Solace before I grew old. There was something fitting about that thought, there was. Suddenly, something moved in the shadows. Something else rustled. I started running, but I couldn’t run fast enough. By the time the next day dawned, I was in a slave trader’s wagon. 19 Years I spent as a slave. I was whipped, beaten, and scorned. My back is as rutted and textured as a carpenter’s hands. I scooped dung, plowed the fields, and labored in the pits. Yet, due to a stroke of my both unbelievably great, yet terrible luck, a glorious thing transpired. At 44 years of age, I was set free by a kind master. Her name, I never learned. Yet, she freed me, and I am forever in her debt. After being freed, I staggered through the wilderness for, as far as I can tell, another 3 years. An animal then, I was. Stealing from travelers, eating my meat near raw. Yet, eventually, I collapsed, out of food, frostbitten, and exhausted at yet another small village in the north. The innkeeper gave me warm pottage, a seat by the fire, and his heartfelt pity. For a year, I dwellt in that village, recovering some fragmented piece of my well-being. The innkeeper owned a mirror. On my first day back to society, I took a long, hard look at myself. I looked sad, defeated, and worn. My skin was golden from all of the years of working the sweltering fields. My green eyes were sunken deep into my face, yet they still shined beneath all of that dirt. My moustache drooped, desperately needing a combing. My back ached. Yet, Ay’ somehow felt that my situation was improving. When it was time to leave that place, I did so with a heavy heart. Yet another one of my friends lost to fate, a man I’d probably never see again. So, here I am, on the road to Solace, a tough, hardened, and stalwart soul, stripped of pleasures, loves, and possessions. An old man of 47 years. At least I’m alive. What is your Character's ambitions?: Nolf wants to reach the city of Solace before he dies. He wants to hold honest work in an honest town. He wants to get into the carpenter's trade, and build with wood. He wants to acquire a friend. What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): Nolf favors the axe. It is a valuable tool with enough heft to be used as a weapon. He likes the feel of it in his hand. What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? My character is a talented carpenter. He can build things out of wood the likes of which you've never seen before. He also enjoys hunting, and farming. A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): Attached Other Information about your Character: My character is scarred. He often has unpleasant flashbacks. He's pretty old as well, and not as fit as he used to be. 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? Nolf shoves one of warriors aside and gives him a stern talking to. When they both draw their weapons, he simply walks away. Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response? Nolf distractedly greets the man, and buys a roll of fabric. He thanks the merchant heartily, and sets off. 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?: Nolf would ignore the hut and continue on his way. 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? Nolf has patience for this sort of thing. He sits down with them, and uses drawings in the sand to explain his thirst and hunger. He gets what he needs, and pays the traders well in gold bars. 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?: Nolf would ignore the offer, unless the bandits kept captives. If so, he wouldn't hesitate to rip them limb from limb to save an innocent life.