Out-Of-Character
Minecraft Account Name: Duilin
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: MST - 6:00
Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes, I
believe I have a good grip on the English language.
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: I am a 15 year old teen from Canada Alberta. I live in an average house. With an average family. All in all my life is fairly average. I am usually very happy and am always eager to help people.
How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I could play 5 hours on
weekends and 3 hours on weekdays. So in total I could probably play 20 hours a week.
What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you:
To me Roleplaying mean to immerse yourself in an environment as a made up or real person
and acting as if you were that person. And you maintain and developed this character while playing
in-game. You also interact with other players and that widens the entire role-playing experience.
The creativity of many unique individuals is involved.
What experience have you had in Roleplaying, if any?: I have played many
roleplaying games like: Skyrim, Lord of the Rings War in the North, and I play on this server on a
different account. I am also part of my city's Role-playing club and I volunteer as a costumed
interpretor for my city's historical site.
In your own Words, define what the act of Meta-Gaming is: Is when someone
uses OOC information to benefit them in character. Like you are talking to a friend in OOC about a
attack he is plan on your guild. Your character does not know about this attack but you do. So you
get ready, you set up defences, rally the troop, and so on and so on. That is meta-gaming because
you not your character knows this information so when you do this you are breaking the role-playing
experience.
In your own Words, define what the act of Power-Gaming is: Power-Gaming is
when a player make himself invincible and all powerful. Doing this will completely ruin the role-
playing experience for other player. So therefore in my opinion is one of the worst things to do in
a role-playing game. For example. *Duilin lunges at Keai* *Keai parries the lung and stabs Duilin
in the throat killing him* That is am example of Power-Gaming.
What do you expect this server will be like?: A fun and interactive
minecraft role-playing experience.
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I
played on ImDeity which I quit because the role-playing experience was not to my liking.
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yes I have read the
rules and I swear to obey them.
Do you promise to abide by said rules, and laws? This includes the Server,Forum,and Teamspeak set Rules: I here by promise to abide by the rules and laws of this Server,Forum, and Teamspeak.
How did you hear about us? Did someone refer you?: I heard about Lord
of the Craft through a friend of mine who has been playing on this server for a few months.
Have you previously made an Application? If so could you link us to your last
Application?: This is my second application due to a slight error. Other Applications :
First 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/): I have not at this point in time but I will do as you say.
In-Character:
Character Name: Duilin
What Race are you?: Human
What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): None
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.):
As a young boy Duilin always loved playing in the trees. It could have been mere chance that his name, if translated, meant sparrow. But his parents did not believe in chance, not at all. They believed in fate. For when Duilin was born he was under-sized, like a fledgling bird. As he grew older, what he lacked in bulk he made up for in wiry strength and agility.
Duilin’s father was the town’s head farmer and was one of the best in the land. So Duilin learnt much about farming from his father. His father was also a skill archer. So occasionally, Duilin received archery lessons from his father. There were no other boys in Duilin’s home town. Most of them had left to fight in the wars. Little Duilin was too young, being only five at the time.
When Duilin was ten years old his father gave him his own willow bow. Duilin loved his new bow and he rejoiced in practising with it. He practiced day in and day out. For two years he practised so much his bow broke due to its continuous use. Duilin tearfully told his father “Father, my bow broke.” His father replied “Well you are going to have to save up for a new one.” “Aye father I will,” came Duilin’s determined reply. Therefore, Duilin sought out a job and apprenticed himself to a fletcher. After many years of hard labor Duilin finally earned the title of journeyman fletcher. Duilin diligently continued to work for many more years.
One day he decided that he would travel to the nearest town and find out where he could purchase the finest bow. Upon arriving in the nearby town, Seventis, Duilin encounters a man who advises him that the finest bows are sold in the town of Salvus in the province of Asulon. Thus Duilin decides to travel to Salvus, a mere day’s journey if one is brave enough to take the shortcut through the Wilds.
Travelling along the trail through the Wilds to Salvus, Duilin stumbles across a small hut. “It seems abandoned” he said to himself. Curiously, Duilin enters the hut and finds a chest. Upon opening the chest Duilin discovers it contains a few iron bars and a golden sword. Duilin thinks to himself “If I sell this at a merchant’s stall in Salvus I would be able to buy any bow I wished. But then again these iron bars and this gold sword must to belong to someone. What if they belonged to me and someone came by and took them, then how would I feel? Well I guess there is only one thing to do. When I arrive in Salvus, I will look for the owner of these valuables.”
Accordingly, Duilin left the hut and continued his journey to Salvus with the objects to return them to their rightful owner. After a journey of three days Duilin still had not reached Salvus. Clearly it had not been the best idea to take a “shortcut” through the Wilds. “At least I have plenty of food,” Duilin said hopefully. He peered into his satchel and noted he only had enough to last him two more days. Optimistically Duilin pushed on, hoping to reach Salvus before he ran out of sustenance.
Three days later with still no sign of Salvus, Duilin stumbled across a small trading camp, nestled among the forest. The traders greet him in the common tongue. “We do not see many travellers in these parts. How might we help you?” said a fair young lady. “I am lost and hungry. Do you have any food I could buy?” replied Duilin. “Ye need not buy food. For we have plenty,” she said with a smile. The young woman took Duilin to the entrance of her tent.
As Duilin is seated at a small low table, he smells a pleasant odor drafting from the tent. Presently the young lady moved through the tent flap carrying a plate of steaming food. “I hope ye enjoy this. I made it myself,” she said, as she placed a large wooden platter, filled with delightful smelling bread and varieties of unknown fruits, before him. Duilin took a piece of the bread and ate it slowly; it had a sweet and nutty flavor. Next Duilin tried one of the fruit. It was the bright green, the size of a walnut and had a sour yet pleasant taste.
After savouring every morsel of the simple yet sustaining meal, Duilin thanked the hospitable young lady. Carefully, without the kind young lady being aware, he slipped a 50 minas coin under the wooden platter. He bid her farewell, hoping she would not notice it until he was long gone. “Did ye like it?” queried the young lady anxiously. “Aye, that I did Miss,” replied Duilin thankfully. “Now, may I inquire which way to Salvus?” The young lady looked a Duilin with a puzzled frown. “Ye must have strayed far off your course! For ye are five days past Salvus!” she exclaimed. “Then what town is closest?” asked Duilin. “The nearest hamlet would be Alras” replied the young woman. “In what direction is Alras?” enquired Duilin. “If ye go twenty paces east, ye should find a road. There ye should follow the road north” she explained. “Do you know of a merchant there that might sell bows?” Duilin queried. “Aye, Fairron. He sells the finest bows in the region,” answered the young woman. “Then I shall find him. Farewell.” replies Duilin “Fare ye well, where ever the road takes ye good sir.” The young lady waved in farewell.
Full of hope, Duilin sets out for Alras. After many days of unending travel Duilin finally arrived. As wandering along what appears to be the central road into Alras, Duilin comes across a small stall. Behind the small wooden structure, a well-dressed man stood, offering various wares.
The merchant hailed Duilin and calls in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" “Are you Fairron?” Duilin asked. “Aye that I am,” replied well-dressed, lean gentleman. Duilin greeted Farrion "I bid you good day sir. Rumour has it you sell the finest bows in town. " Fairron proudly stated "Aye, that I do. Would you be wishing to see one?" Duilin answered eagerly, “I would love to feast my eyes upon one of your magnificent bows." Reaching down and pulling up a long folded piece of soft deer leather, Fairron placed it upon a wooden trestle table in front of him. "Here is one of my finest bows," beamed the bow maker. Reverently unfolding the soft leather, he revealed a bow that gleamed in the sunlight. "How much is that bow?" gasped Duilin. "250 minas," replied Fairron. Duilin pulled out his satchel and carefully inspected the contents. After counting, Duilin dropped 250 minas on the table. After returning the bow to its soft leather case, the merchant gathered up the minas. With the words "Thank ye sir, Farewell,” Fairron handed the eager young man his precious bow.
With his purse significantly lightened, Duilin begins to explore the town. He decides to continue his stay in Alras for one more day. Accordingly, Duilin begins his search for an inn. Soon he comes across an inn, small in size but an inn none the less.
Duilin entered the inn and hailed the innkeeper, inquiring if there were any rooms for rent. The portly innkeeper replied “Aye we have rooms for rent. For how many nights would you be requiring one, young sir?” “One night” answered Duilin. “That will be 100 minas sir,” the innkeeper responded. Tiredly, Duilin placed the minas on the counter and retrieved his key. Sleepily he retired to his room for the night.
Upon waking up the next morning, Duilin hungrily headed down to the common room in search of something to eat. While speaking with the innkeeper he overheard a conversation in the corner of the room. It appeared that during the night, bandits had occupied the road outside the town. The town guards had gathered and were asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The mayor of the town was offering a reward for any who were willing to lend their support.
Immediately, Duilin decided to offer his services to the town. He approached the town guards, inquiring “How may I help?” “Well” said one of the guards, looking at the bow which Duilin had eagerly fit with an arrow, “I see you are an archer. We will have you fire arrows from behind the dikes on the side of the road. Now is everybody ready?” “Aye!” replied the guards and Duilin in unison. “Then let us rid ourselves of these bandits!” the head guard shouted, as they pour onto the road.
Duilin could see the encampment of the bandits a short distance down the road. As instructed, he strode for the dikes along the side of the road. As he and the other archers approached the dike, arrows whizzed by Duilin’s head and implanted themselves in the ground behind him. Unfortunately some of the guards did not have the protection of the dike and were hit by arrows. Hoping the men that were shot were not too severely wounded, Duilin began firing his arrows into the fray. Due to his skill all but a few missed their mark.
Suddenly, before Duilin could react, a bandit jumped over the dike and savagely engaged Duilin. Startled, Duilin fumbled for his sword. His hand instinctively grasped the hilt of his sword and drew it out. He raised the sword just in time to stop a fatal blow to his neck. After a long and exhausting fight Duilin finally gained the upper hand and put the tip of his sword to the bandit’s neck. “Will ye surrender?” demanded Duilin. “Aye…,” gasped the bandit.
After finally subduing the gang, the guards took the surviving bandits to the jailhouse. Duilin noticed that his right shoulder had been cut. He walked up to the head guard and inquired “Where can I get my wound tended?” “I would suggest the Cloud Temple. They have the best healers in all of Asulon. Just follow this road, here, and you should reach the Cloud Temple within a day,” the head guard answered. “Thank ye sir,” responded Duilin. He made his way down the road. “What about the reward?” asks the head guard. “Keep it,” called Duilin.
As Duilin traveled to the Could Temple he tied a makeshift bandage around his wound. When Duilin finally reached the Could Temple he tiredly spoke to one of the monks stationed there. “Where do I go to get my wounds tended to?” requested Duilin. “The temple itself; I will guide you,” answered the monk, as he guided Duilin to the temple. Upon reaching the temple they were met by a healer, who guided Duilin to a small straw bed. As Duilin lay on the bed, sleep overcame him. Whether it was exhaustion or the concoction of the monks, Duilin does not know. He drifted off to sleep.
When Duilin awaked, he found himself propped up in a bed. As he inspects his shoulder he could find no sign that he was ever hurt. After thanking the monks, Duilin leaves the temple and makes his way down a small road. Eventually this small road led him to a gazebo-like structure surrounded by grass and a tree or two. Looking around Duilin decided that this was a good enough place as any to start his next adventure.
As Duilin exits the grounds of the Cloud Temple, he comes upon a small halfling being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him. Duilin quickly made up his mind to help the halfling. Quickly he looked around he noticed only one tree. To this tree the warriors have the halfling pined. “Hey! Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” Duilin shouts. “Hahaha looks like we got ourselves a want-to-be hero,” bragged the slightly bigger of the warriors to the other. He pulled away to face Duilin. Instantly, Duilin fitted an arrow to his bow and walked closer to the men. The larger warrior moved toward Duilin and began to charge. Swiftly Duilin released the arrow from his bow and pinned the other man to the tree through his sleeve. Shocked, the larger warrior hesitated. Then recovering himself he charged head on. Dropping his bow, Duilin drew his sword and faced the larger Warrior. As their swords clashed Duilin shouts to the halfling, “Run!” Duilin desperately fought the larger man for quite some time before striking a fatal blow to the man’s chest. Panting, Duilin cleaned and sheathed his sword. Striding up to the man he had pinned to the tree, Duilin demanded, “Do you wish to fight me?” “Nay I…I don’t” stammered the unfortunate man. “Then run along now,” ordered Duilin. He pulled the arrow from the tree and released him. As the man flees, Duilin slowly sat himself beneath the tree. He took a deep breath and said to himself “I have a feeling this is going to be an exciting adventure.”
What are your Character's ambitions?: Duilin's ambitions are to become
one of the best archers in all of Asulon.
What is your character’s favorite tool? (sword, pickaxe, shovel, etc): My
favourite tool would be a Hoe and a Bow would come in close second.
What is one of your Character's most skilled talents? Duilin's most skilled
talents are firstly his farming skills, his Archery skills, and his ability to make himself scarce when he wishes.
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/): I will be improving upon this skin if accepted.
Other Information about your Character: Duilin is tall, dark haired,
and light blue eyed. He is a kind, caring, and humours man who has an unending love for nature.
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?
Duilin quickly made up his mind to help the halfling. Quickly he looked around he noticed only one tree. To this tree the warriors have the halfling pined. “Hey! Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” Duilin shouts. “Hahaha looks like we got ourselves a want-to-be hero,” bragged the slightly bigger of the warriors to the other. He pulled away to face Duilin. Instantly, Duilin fitted an arrow to his bow and walked closer to the men. The larger warrior moved toward Duilin and began to charge. Swiftly Duilin released the arrow from his bow and pinned the other man to the tree through his sleeve. Shocked, the larger warrior hesitated. Then recovering himself he charged head on. Dropping his bow, Duilin drew his sword and faced the larger Warrior. As their swords clashed Duilin shouts to the halfling, “Run!” Duilin desperately fought the larger man for quite some time before striking a fatal blow to the man’s chest. Panting, Duilin cleaned and sheathed his sword. Striding up to the man he had pinned to the tree, Duilin demanded, “Do you wish to fight me?” “Nay I…I don’t” stammered the unfortunate man. “Then run along now,” ordered Duilin. He pulled the arrow from the tree and released him.
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?
“Are you Fairron?” Duilin asked. “Aye that I am,” replied well-dressed, lean gentleman. Duilin greeted Farrion "I bid you good day sir. Rumour has it you sell the finest bows in town. " Fairron proudly stated "Aye, that I do. Would you be wishing to see one?" Duilin answered eagerly, “I would love to feast my eyes upon one of your magnificent bows." Reaching down and pulling up a long folded piece of soft deer leather, Fairron placed it upon a wooden trestle table in front of him. "Here is one of my finest bows," beamed the bow maker. Reverently unfolding the soft leather, he revealed a bow that gleamed in the sunlight. "How much is that bow?" gasped Duilin. "250 minas," replied Fairron. Duilin pulled out his satchel and carefully inspected the contents. After counting, Duilin dropped 250 minas on the table. After returning the bow to its soft leather case, the merchant gathered up the minas. With the words "Thank ye sir, Farewell,” Fairron handed the eager young man his precious bow.
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?:
Duilin thinks to himself “If I sell this at a merchant’s stall in Salvus I would be able to buy any bow I wished. But then again these iron bars and this gold sword must to belong to someone. What if they belonged to me and someone came by and took them, then how would I feel? Well I guess there is only one thing to do. When I arrive in Salvus, I will look for the owner of these valuables.”
Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled
among the forest, they greet you in the common tongue, how do you respond?
“We do not see many travellers in these parts. How might we help you?” said a fair young lady. “I am lost and hungry. Do you have any food I could buy?” replied Duilin. “Ye need not buy food. For we have plenty,” she said with a smile. The young woman took Duilin to the entrance of her tent.
As Duilin is seated at a small low table, he smells a pleasant odor drafting from the tent. Presently the young lady moved through the tent flap carrying a plate of steaming food. “I hope ye enjoy this. I made it myself,” she said, as she placed a large wooden platter, filled with delightful smelling bread and varieties of unknown fruits, before him. Duilin took a piece of the bread and ate it slowly; it had a sweet and nutty flavor. Next Duilin tried one of the fruit. It was the bright green, the size of a walnut and had a sour yet pleasant taste.
After savouring every morsel of the simple yet sustaining meal, Duilin thanked the hospitable young lady. Carefully, without the kind young lady being aware, he slipped a 50 minas coin under the wooden platter. He bid her farewell, hoping she would not notice it until he was long gone. “Did ye like it?” queried the young lady anxiously. “Aye, that I did Miss,” replied Duilin thankfully. “Now, may I inquire which way to Salvus?” The young lady looked a Duilin with a puzzled frown. “Ye must have strayed far off your course! For ye are five days past Salvus!” she exclaimed. “Then what town is closest?” asked Duilin. “The nearest hamlet would be Alras” replied the young woman. “In what direction is Alras?” enquired Duilin. “If ye go twenty paces east, ye should find a road. There ye should follow the road north” she explained. “Do you know of a merchant there that might sell bows?” Duilin queried. “Aye, Fairron. He sells the finest bows in the region,” answered the young woman. “Then I shall find him. Farewell.” replies Duilin “Fare ye well, where ever the road takes ye good sir.” The young lady waved in farewell.
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?:
Immediately, Duilin decided to offer his services to the town. He approached the town guards, inquiring “How may I help?” “Well” said one of the guards, looking at the bow which Duilin had eagerly fit with an arrow, “I see you are an archer. We will have you fire arrows from behind the dikes on the side of the road. Now is everybody ready?” “Aye!” replied the guards and Duilin in unison. “Then let us rid ourselves of these bandits!” the head guard shouted, as they pour onto the road.
Duilin could see the encampment of the bandits a short distance down the road. As instructed, he strode for the dikes along the side of the road. As he and the other archers approached the dike, arrows whizzed by Duilin’s head and implanted themselves in the ground behind him. Unfortunately some of the guards did not have the protection of the dike and were hit by arrows. Hoping the men that were shot were not too severely wounded, Duilin began firing his arrows into the fray. Due to his skill all but a few missed their mark.
Suddenly, before Duilin could react, a bandit jumped over the dike and savagely engaged Duilin. Startled, Duilin fumbled for his sword. His hand instinctively grasped the hilt of his sword and drew it out. He raised the sword just in time to stop a fatal blow to his neck. After a long and exhausting fight Duilin finally gained the upper hand and put the tip of his sword to the bandit’s neck. “Will ye surrender?” demanded Duilin. “Aye…,” gasped the bandit.
After finally subduing the gang, the guards took the surviving bandits to the jailhouse. Duilin noticed that his right shoulder had been cut. He walked up to the head guard and inquired “Where can I get my wound tended?” “I would suggest the Cloud Temple. They have the best healers in all of Asulon. Just follow this road, here, and you should reach the Cloud Temple within a day,” the head guard answered. “Thank ye sir,” responded Duilin. He made his way down the road. “What about the reward?” asks the head guard. “Keep it,” called Duilin.
