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  1. Character Name Jonas Finnigan
    Nicknames: N/A
    Age: Mid 30's
    Gender: Male
    Race: Human Northerner
    Status: Growing greedier by the day
     
    Description
    Height: 5'5.
    Weight: 156 lbs.
    Body Type: Thin and lanky. 
    Eyes: Dark Gray
    Hair: White
    Skin: Pale white. 
    Markings/Tattoos: No where to be seen. But under his clothes he might have a few small markings.
    Health: Fairly healthy.
    Personality: Very greedy. 
    Inventory: Jonas carries a number of misscellaneous items, that he constantly attempts to sell. He always has a small iron dagger in his vest pocket, as well as a few lockpicks. 
    Further Details: Jonas teaters on the brink of insanity, kleptomania begginning to take him over. He grows more greedy everyday, but still keeps an open mind about schemes and plots to make him more money. Jonas's driving force in life is his money. 
     
    Life Style
    Alignment*: Chaotic Neutral
    Deity*: None
    Religion: None
    Alliance/Nation/Home: He currently lives in Abresi. He comes from a small town up north. 
    Job/Class: Jonas has high standards, but average living conditions. He used to be wealthier, in his prime. He 'works' at a Courier shop inside Abresi, but the Courier shop is but a cover for a group of Assassins working out of the shop. Jonas follows on assassinations to get the other members of the group into where the need.
    Title(s): N/A
    Profession(s): "Entrepreneur" is what Jonas likes to call himself. He sells less-than-honest merchandise, and considers himself a succesful thief - his main source of income. 
    Special Skill(s): Adept lockpick. Able to throw daggers.
    Flaw(s): Jonas couldn't hit a wall with a sword if all the money in Anthos depended on it. He never fights hand-to-hand, and when he does, he only does it with a small dagger he carries.
     
    Magic*
    Current Status: N/A
    Arch-type:N/A
    Sub-Type:N/A
    Rank:N/A
    Weakness(es): Lack of magic?
    Strength(s):N/A
    Current Spell(s): N/A
     
     
    Weaponry
    Fighting Style: Staccato; when fighting with his dagger, Jonas makes quick, sudden, detached strikes.
    Trained Weapon: Dagger, and throwing blade. 
    Favored Weapon: His language. 
    Archery: He trained slightly as a youth. He's not outstanding. 
     
    Biography
    Parents: Mother - Cared for Jonas individually as he was growing up. Jonas lost connection after leaving a fortune for her, then skipping town to not cause suspision. Father -  Was an alcoholic, and likely didn't notice when Jonas left. 
    Siblings: None, he was an only child. 
    Children: None. 
    Extended Family: Jonas never really had anyone besides himself. He's now closest with his friend, Frex Veoryn. 
    Pet(s): None.
     
    History
     Jonas was born with light gray eyes, and blond hair. As he grew, his appearenced changed significanlty darker. His eyes turned to a darker dray, and his hair was a solid black. But still, Jonas was known as the whitest skinned kid in the town. 
     
    He was a smart child, depsite his family's inability to afford formal schooling. Jonas was often at the library, reading books upon books on subjects even the adults knew little about. He read books on animals, and plants, and knights, and royalty. He also read books on princessess, and noble knights who would risk their lives to save these princesses, and were rewarded with the title of King. He particularly liked these stories. Not the princess, the riches the knights gained.
     
    It wasn't long before Jonas's studies found him reading a book titled, The Common Lock, and why it's Weak. This book became Jonas's favorite. He liked so much in fact, that he stole it from the library, and took it as his own. This was Jonas's first act of stealing. It would be one, of many, many more to come. Jonas was only 11 years old. 
     
    Using the knowledge in this book, as well as many other books Jonas stole, he became efficient in the assembly, disassembly, and picking of many different types of locks. By this time, Jonas was a teenager, and stole for his own benefit. His, and his mother's, of course. 
     
    Jonas loved but one thing more than stealing, and that was his mother. The only person in the entire world who actually care for Jonas, and the only person who Jonas ever cared for himself. She would od anything for him, and Jonas decided that he would do anything for her. He settled that Jonas would pay back his dues to his mother, no matter how much he owed her. He would give her enough money, that would fully reimburse her for all the trouble he'd caused her (By this age, Jonas found himself in prison multiple times), not to mention pay her enough that she would never have to work again. 
     
    So Jonas waited, and waited, and took his time planning how he would do this. 
     
    But in the meantime, Jonas still stole for himself. He did so much, that he was beginning to get a reputation. A bad one, and with everyone knowing that he was a thief, he had no one's trust (Not that he deserved it). 
     
    A normal day for Jonas, he chose the wrong house to steal from; While picking the lock of a small back window of a house in the woods, Jonas felt a hand on his shoulder, and as he turned around, stricken with fear, he saw an elderly woman looking into his eyes. He let out a sigh of relief, before slipping out of her grasp, running into the woods. He didn't make it very far, before hearing a few words yelled out behind him, as well as seeing a flash of white light before he fell to the ground. His eyes grew heavy as he lied on the ground. He saw the woman approaching, just barely though, his eyes could hardly stay open. His cheek was pressed against the dirt, and his entire world was seen sideways. The women knelt down next to him, but that was the last he'd remembered.
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    Jonas awoke, with his hands bound. He could feel that he was in a chair, but his enviroment he knew nothing about, because his face was covered with a burlap sack.
     
    He heard shouting, but he could only make out a few words. "This boy's crimes against.... Thieving, no good, rotten teenager....Punished! Punished!.... Scarred! Marked! Tagged!"
     
    Jonas could hardly make this into something useful. He remained in the chair, listening. It took him as suprise when the burlap sack was taken from his face, and he was blinded by the outside sun. When he was able to see, he saw many familiar faces. His mother, peers from the town, people he recognized as his mother's friends. Jonas was thoroughly ashamed. 
     
    Jonas was being called out on his crimes against the town, being guilty of stealing from nearly half the town. After being yelled out by an elderly woman for nearly an hour, Jonas's ties were cut, and he was  allowed to leave. But he had to leave through the center of the crowd.
     
    They parted like the red sea when Jonas walked through. He heard many gasps as he walked by. He wasn't sure why, exactly. Was it because I got caught? Jonas thought to himself. Unfortunately when he found his mother, he also found out that this wasn't the reason they were all awestruck.
     
    Upon arriving home, Jonas's mother found him a mirror, and showed him why everyone was so suprised. Jonas's hair was a complete and brilliant white. All over. His hair completely inversed, and Jonas didn't know how to react. His mother informed him that it was the mark of a thief. A youth so young, with such brilliant white hair, will always be marked and known, as a thief. 
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    So Jonas decided to leave. But not before repaying his mother for all she'd done. He had to make one more great theft, that could pay his mother back everything. 
     
    A golden helm, stolen from the treasury downtown. This was what he decided to steal. He had often sat outside the treasury watching people walk in and out, doing their business. But one man struck him as partiuculartly wealthy. He caught Jonas's attention, becuase of the amazing helmet he wore. 

    Jonas would of followed him in, if he had been allowed. He wasn't allowed to do a lot of things now that he had the mark of the thief.
     
    But when the man left, the helm was gone, and Jonas was sure that he had put it into the bank. This is when Jonas made the decision that he had to steal it. 

    It was in the dead of the night, and it wasn't easy, but Jonas took the helm, only barely alerting the guards. He was able to run faster than them, though.
     
    The helm went for a large price. A very large price. He left it in dozens of bags, on his bed the night he left.
     
    Jonas kissed his mother's forehead, walked out the door, and never came back.
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    Artwork I wish!

    Sorry I have none.

  2. Olivander walks to the Notice board in Salvus, and notices his old poster that advertised the Courier business was torn and barely legible. He sighs, and goes back to Abresi to retrieve more posters.

     

    After returning, he pulls down the trashed posters, and posts the new, clean one in it's place. He figures that the posters in the other cities are likely in the same condition. With a sigh, he begins the trek to renew them all. 

     

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  3. A brunette male human in blue walks to the center of Salvus, with at least a dozen rolled posters under his arm, and large stack of parchment in his hands. He stands on the edge of the fountain.

    He has a very loud voice, as he addresses the people walking about Salvus.

     

    "Ahem, Excuse me! My name is Olivander Maso! I work in Abresi, at the brand new Courier business, ran by Goldman Co.!

     

    Now, you might ask yourself, "Why would I use a courier, when I can just send a bird?"

    Well, my fellow Anthonites, birds have on flaw, that will surely send you on your feet, delivering it yourself every time. That fatal flaw, is that birds, can't deliver material items.

     

    That's right, whether it's your great, great grandfather's sword that you'd never trust to Rico the pigeon, or a bouquet of flowers to your loved ones that a bird would surely tear apart, 

    S.S.N Courier Co. & Services will deliver it, anywhere in Anthos, that's right, ANYWHERE in Anthos, at a low price."

     

    He steps down, and begins handing out papers from the large stack. They're flyers, advertising the business. After handing out lots of flyers, he walks to the notice board, and posts one of the larger posters, looking similar to the flyers.

     

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    With many more posters under arm, he begins the trek to Malinor, Kal'Azgorath, the Vale, and all over the Oren Capital to post the remaining posters so that everyone can see.

  4. *Olivander looks at the sign, laughing at the fun times he's had at this amazing place. "I see he's finally gotten a poster up, I'll have to stop by soon, this place is quite the sight to see here in the wilds." 

     

    Ooc; This place is awesome. It's hard to believe that it's all player built, with no admin or GM help. It has so much to offer, and is such an awesome build. The innkeep is pretty cool too. ^-^

  5. Out-Of-Character

    Minecraft Account Name:danielz1998

    How old are you?:14

    Time-Zone/Country of Residence: U.S.A

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

    Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:I;m intelligent, and humorous. I think I'm a good roleplayer, from my past experiance. I look forward to playing on LoTC.

    How much time could you be on the server weekly?: 8-16 hours, depending on a few things.

    What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you: Roleplaying; To take the place of another person or character and act as them, or play them to the best of your ability.

    What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?:I've played on other roleplaying servers, and I play Dungeons and Dragons.

    In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is:To gain knowledge your character wouldn't know by out of character means, and using them in character.

    In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: To forcibly do stuff to other players without their consent.

    What do you expect this server will be like?: Some bad roleplayers, mostly good roleplayers. I think it will be a very good experiance, and I hope to participate with nearly everyone.

    What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I have played on lots of the Overture servers.

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

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

    How did you hear about us? Did someone refer you?: I have lots of friends on this server, and they all like it.

    Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last Application?: No I have not. Well, I had to retype this application cause I closed the window. :(

    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/): Err.

    In-Character:

    Character Name: Oliver Apalin.

    What Race are you?: A human bard.

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

    Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.): Oliver grew up in a religious family. His father was a priest, and of considerable wealth. He taught him many things; to be courteous, how to handle money, and how to talk in and out of situations. He looked up to his father very fondly. It was the religion that got to him. Oliver was more interested in the arts, than religion. His uncle bought him a lute, and he played it well.

    When he was the age of 15, he left home to pursue his dreams. He took his lute, a few sets of clothes, some of his father's money,and he was out of there. He went to the larger city, and saw many things. He gained knowledge that his father could never teach him. He played in the streets for money, and had healthy income. Yet he slept in the streets, and loved it.

    His fingers have only gotten faster, and he wishes to further his bardic knowledge. He since has rejoined with his younger brother, and best friend, Alphonse Apaline. He looks similar to Oliver, and their personality is also similar. Oliver wears a vest, and a lute on his back. He has dark, shaggy hair. He's 26 years of age.

    What is your Character's ambitions?: To play for all the races' leaders.

    What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): Oliver personally likes the pickaxe for no apparent reason.

    What is one of your Character's most skilled talents?: He is smart, but a very talented bard.

    A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format, if you do not know how to acquire one, click here: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/51343-how-to-obtain-your-skin-screenshot/):

    Other Information about your Character: He's always courteous to everyone, and tries to talk his way in and out of situations, making him a good diplomat.

    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? Oliver stops, and hides behind a nearby bush. He hears the warriors taunt him, and Oliver contemplates what he should do. He feels his pockets; no sort of weapon. He considers talking to the warriors. "Gentleman, what's the meaning of this? He's so small, and I'm sure he did nothing to harm you two. Can I do anything to save this little lad?" as he says this, he walks around the warriors and blocks their paths. "Perhaps a song?"

    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? Oliver looks at the merchant, and assesses his merchandise. He notices a small ink well. "How much for this, sir?" He hears the man say the price, and he in return pulls out a small pouch. He pays the man, wraps the ink well, and slips it into his coat pocket.

    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?: "Hello...?" Oliver chants in a loud voice. With no reply, he walks up to the hut. Inside, it's also abandoned, and Oliver takes the items he chooses from the chest, assured no one is here to claim them.

    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? "Ah! Hello! May you please help me? I need food, and assistance." Oliver pleads, as he walks towards the citizens. "I apologize for the inconvenience, but I assure you I can recompense for what I use."

    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?: "Bandits, eh?" he replies to man telling him about the predicament. "I'd love to help, but I have no weapon. If you hand me a sword, I'd be plenty willing to help in this time of need."

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