dalia44 (Bacon Goddess)

Event Planners, MC Names: Any Event Team member who wishes to help. Event Type: Exploration and some digging, perhaps monster fighting. Event Date: 5 PM EST, November 10, although the date could be moved to a later time if need be. Factions/Nations effected by the event: People living in Malinor, and anyone who decides to attend Event Location: Malinor, next to the ocean, and in the underground section of the ruins in Malinor. Summary: A woman talks about a treasure inside the mountain, along with underground ruins. She tries to get others to help her draw attention to the mountain, and decides to unearth the ruins. The players have to help unearth the ruins and explore the underground labyrinth. Concept Images/Screenshots: ((The screenshot refused to be posted, so I had to delete it.)) Other Information: Posters can be put up around Malinor advertising the event, so players will volunteer to help. Depending on how many people help, it could be that, during the mining, a few boulders could fall on people, there could be a cave-in, or perhaps they could find a massive amount of monsters or treasure. Do you need the Event Team's assistance?: Yes If so, do you require actors and/or builders?: Actors to be miners or monsters. Builders to maybe alter the underground ruins to be a bit spookier.

Smiles, reading the note. She looks around, making sure no one sees her, and yells into the air. "THE SHEEP MAFIA WILL DIE, BUT THE BLUE RAVEN MAFIA WILL RISE!" She then runs quickly away before anyone sees her.

Dalia sighs, reading the poster, and quietly whispers to herself. "You taint your name, Aislinn. Why?"

Dalia reads over the words, interested. "Probably won't work. Still worth a shot. Besides, I need something to do..." Looks around, in case someone heard her. She quickly scribbles a short letter on a small piece of parchment, before tying the small paper to the ankle of her Raven, and sending it off.

Dalia opens the small box, carefully reading over the letter. Tears stream down her face. "Never.... Never again. You are so wrong, Kalenz. You never understand!" She flings the box into the river,continuing to shred the letter, dropping the leftover scraps into a bird's nest.

Dalia walks past the Hall of Labor, stopping as she sees the poster. She quickly reads it over, before chuckling. "It's a good thing I live in a tree. I wonder if they would tax a tent...."

Dalia approaches the board and smiles, seeing the name "Knox". She nods to herself, and writes down "Knox"

Dalia sighs, watching the group bickering. "Friends, former friends, new friends, this is not the way. War shall lead to the violent destruction of a government that has upheld itself for decades. Truly, I do see those flaws in the system that have been mentioned, and agree that there are changes to be made, but must we be so sudden and forceful? Must we bear arms to convince the High Council that we have a choice in the future? This...This madness will only bring cause to more civil wars, as the cause of other young Mali who see flaws in the system and wish to change Malinor to their ways, as if we are clay in their very hands. Civil war upon civil war, we shall no longer recognize this forest as the lovely country that sheltered us under its giant trees, but as a scarred battlefield, graves covering the ground instead of flowers. War only leads to more war, and the success of a bloodbath is always short-lived. War cannot be our last stand in the decisions of Malinor, or else we are doomed. This war will turn us into the savages animals that we pride ourselves in not being. If we are to stoop to that level, then why have we fought this war? So that we can overthrow an "unjust" system, when we ARE making an unjust system of judging our Council by how they decide upon various laws and acts. The violence is only tearing down a land that needs adjustment. My thoughts are to cease this war, and instead, a slight change in government. Once we cease this uproar, I suggest that the High Council be temporarily destroyed, and we, the whole nation of Malinor, decide upon a new Council. However, we do this without violence, by merely putting a locked box outside the Hall of Labor, have a single slit in it, and drop in the names of our decisions. If the Council tries to stop the new voting, either by taking away the box or by telling their citizens not to vote, we can ignore: Peaceful destruction of our government, that shall raise it into a blossoming new one: Chosen by the people, for the people." Dalia smiles, quickly walking off while the others talk about it.

MCname: dalia44 Name: Dalia Ame'amir Age: 91 Race: Mali'aheral Gender: Female Current job: Farmer Do you own a house in malinor?: Yes House information: Farm Low Class 3 What district do you live in(Farmland, Mali'aheral, Druii?, Capital, Sentinel)?: Farmland How many OTHER people live in your home: None

Ok...I've spent literally 40 minutes refreshing the server and trying to get on. It went down to only 280, but it still says it's full. It goes up to 330, says it's full. WTF SERVER?!

Choice 1: Farm Master ((MC name)): dalia44 (RP) Name: Dalia Ame'amir Race: Mali'aheral Age: 88 Gender: Female Do you have a family, if so how many members will be residing with you: Yes: My fiance, Erendil. ((Please state your time zone)): EST ((Please state your average playing time)): At least 2 hours a day, except for Saturdays and certain holidays. ((Please state why we can trust you with this job)): I am a responsible person, who loves to roleplay on LoTC. I am trustworthy, and only have the server's interests at heart. ((Do you use skype?)): Yes: d4lia44 ((How long have you been on the server?)): About 2 years ((Why, as a payer, do you wish to join the lower council?)): I wish to be more involved in the well-being of Malinor. What nation do you reside in, if any: I have a house in the Halfling town of New Vale, but I am moving into the Mali'ame district. Do you hold any allegiances to other nations and or organizations/guilds? If so state them, and their nature: I am a friend of Halflings: I used to reside in the town of New Vale, so I am close to my former neighbors. Do you have any work experience, if so where and what: I was a farmer in Normandor, back in Asulon, have my own farm, and am a farmer for Malinor currently. Do you have a criminal record, if so state your offenses: No. Why do you feel you are suited for Job Choice 1: I love farming, am a responsible person, and wish to be more involved with those who run the fair nation of Malinor. I feel that my enthusiasm and energy could be put to better use as farm master. State any comment that you think may aid you in this application here: I am very experienced with farming, and do not have anything against Malinor or the Elves inside its walls.

Dalia listens thoughtfully, before speaking up, noting Azel's words. "The White Roses, along with the people of Oren, have been trying to dictate our everyday lives. This has already happened in their own nation of Oren, when the empire was first formed. If we, the Mali of Malinor, do not stand up for the liberty of our nation, they shall proceed to try and conquer our neighbors, until someone rebells, or they are our supreme rulers. It is best to stand our ground now, for the future of Malinor. However, I agree with Azel. Oren is not a simple pebble in our path, that we can simply brush away. Oren is a boulder, steep and nearly impossible to climb. We Mali must carefully plan, if we are to launch war against this threat. We are the smaller force, but there is still a way to win this battle. I agree that we must fight for our nation, but think about what this will cost us: They have the larger military. They can destroy our homes, murder us, and raid us of our possessions in the blink of an eye. If we are to attack, or provoke them into attacking, our settlement will surely be destroyed. We will all have to go into hiding, to escape the fatal blows of their swords. Think about this, before you attack." Dalia steps back, waiting for their answers.

Walks past the poster, before backing up to study the poster. Her eyes widen, recognizing the mysterious symbol. "I have to tell Nienna...." Walks off towards the Mali'aheral district.

Dalia approaches the board and frowns, seeing her note removed. She quickly takes out a quill, writes another note, and leaves it there. The last paragraph is written as if someone was shaking, with anger. To whoever took down my note, and the others reading this, You think your culture will protect you from the threat of invaders. You are wrong. The belief that you are superior will not save you from kidnappings, murders, thefts, and the concept of war. But, war is not started for the mere idea of land and power. It is started to prove who is superior. One side thinks they are being told that they're inferior, so they attack the other side. This only leads to more conflict. This is what happens when Mali'aheral meet those they think are inferior. The Mali'aheral always do this when they see the Uruks or Valah. They judge those they see by what they look like, and not what's inside. That's what matters, you numbskulls! You never see this. Your ways, unless they change, will only lead to more conflict. Safety is not something that a gate and a few racial exclusions can keep. Your false sense of security is only because you are a part of Malinor, so the Council is obliged to protect the Mali'aherals. The only thing that will come on the wing of future, is the feather of death. - Blue Raven

Banned for having 4 characters

Dalia shakes her head, and looks around, hoping no one saw her. She leaves a small note on the board, then quickly hurries away. Dearest Mali'aheral of Malinor, I do hope you realize that this announcement holds opinions that will ruin the chances of the Mali'aheral making peace with their neighbors, such as the Uruk and the Valah. I myself have come upon impures, children of an Uruk and a Mali, and they are not as beastly as Kalenz makes them appear to be. One's racial features does not make them a beast or a noble, and only leads to harmful stereotypes. Some Uruks, although most are very beast-like in behavior, are as sensible and intelligent as the Mali inside this fair city, and could be potentially helpful to the future of Malinor. Denying someone access to knowledge based on their race is a big mistake, as even Valah have been wiser than the Mali in some cases. Along with this, how is it that one race may be better than another? One's ancestors do not pass on their acts of nobleness to their descendants, and yet they are honored, and, in the case of the Mali'aheral, considered to be better than those around them. Would this mean that Prince Khel is less worthy of knowledge and praise than a Mali'aheral? Indeed, the culture of the Mali'aheral make it seem so. I think it would be best, if perhaps the rules were to bend: Not everyone is as they seem. - Blue Raven Below the words, "Blue Raven", is a detailed drawing of a Raven, dyed blue.

((MC Name)): dalia44 Name: Dalia Ame'amir Race: Elf Will you require a home: Yes Desired District: Mali'ame Do you agree to follow the laws of Malinor: Yes Desired job (if applicable): Farmer

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: dalia44 How old are you?: 12 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST, America. Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I was looking around for a good server on Planet Minecraft, and found LotC. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-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-100-unique-gameplay/! : No. I will post it. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: When you act as someone else, whether they're made-up or are real, and pretend that you are that person or animal. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: When you take knowledge that you found outside of your roleplay, and use it while inside roleplay. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: When you make it seem as if you cannot be hurt, as you always say that your character sidesteps or dodges all attacks, and they will always win a fight, or always be good at something. In-Character Details Character Name: Raven/Nevar Terrarin Character Race: Elf Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary: Raven, has long, orange hair, blind, emerald green eyes, and pale skin. She is 5'4, and weighs only 100 pounds. Her sister, Nevar, looked exactly like her, as they were identical twins. Raven is very hostile to strangers, and suspicious of everyone. Nevar is a complete opposite of Raven, as she is very welcoming to strangers, and a pleasant companion. Raven is 12 years old, and can tell easily what is around here, almost as if she could see, although she is blind. Raven usually wears a long, black cloak, with golden buttons, made of wolfskin, with light grey gloves, also made of wolfskin. Raven wears under the cloak a light brown, wool shirt, with matching pants. Raven has a pair of red boots, made of dyed leather, with a wool lining. Raven also has a small necklace, with a tiny, heart-shaped diamond in the middle. The necklace belonged to Neline, Raven's mother. Raven was born to Silvus and Neline Terrarin. Silvus was a retired assassin, who had used to be hired to kill people's rivals, while Neline was a healer, who had given up healing once she met Silvus. Everything was fine, until Silvus was told to assassinate a Senior Knight of the White Roses, known as Thomas Chivay. When this was heard, the members of the White Rose went on a hunt for Silvus. Silvus, Neline, and their newborn twins, Raven and Nevar, went into hiding, living in an isolated forest in the mountains of Elysium. When Raven was 6, her baby brother, Jay, was born. Silvus taught Raven how to be a true assassin: How to track any person, and how to predict what others would do, even though Raven was blind. Neline was a more motherly figure, teaching Raven how to read, write, farm, and a little bit of healing. Nevar was more like her mother, staying inside their camouflaged treehouse, and doing woman-like chores, while Raven went outside, tracking animals, and hunting with her father for their next meals. Life was fine. Raven was 9 when they were attacked. The White Roses had found their forest! The forest was set alight, and fire spread rapidly from tree to tree. Raven found Nevar in a corner of the house, and rushed her outside. They climbed a tree a few hundred yards away, far enough from the fire so that it wouldn't burn, and watched Jay, Silvus, and Neline burn inside. They could hear the shrieking, Jay's crying, unaware that he would die. When the fire finally died out, five men came up the hill, all of them heavily armored, and carrying long, iron swords. A cry came from the ruins. They were alive! The men uncovered the ruins, finding Jay, Silvus, and Nelines, barely alive. Their cries of joy turned to screams, as they recognized their saviors to be the same men that had almost burned them alive. The men smiled, and tied them up, even little baby Jay. The men first tortured them, poking with their blades. They moved on to slowly cutting off each of their body parts, inch by inch. Raven and Nevar could barely stand the screams of pain and agony, but they were drawn to the scene, forced to watch. After hours of this, the men left, laughing wickedly. They had left the heads of Silvus, Neline, and baby Jay on tall spears, driven into the ground, with a crude sign in front of the horrifying scene, stating that they were criminals. On the sign was the symbol of their guild: A rose. Raven became obsessed with murdering every last member of the White Rose, while Nevar turned to Dark Magic, trying to find a way to raise their family from the dead. This lasted two years. One morning, as Raven was getting ready to go out hunting, something hit her on the head, knocking her out. When she awoke, the air was damp, as if she were in a cave. The heat of a fire blazed nearby, and she could hear the breathing of someone nearby. It was Nevar. Nevar explained to Raven how she has supposedly found a way to raise their parents from the dead, but she needed a sacrifice to complete the ritual. Nevar uttered strange, archaic words, of no meaning to Raven, and slowly began to cut open Raven's stomach, while Raven lay bound to the wall. However, Raven's feet were not bound: Raven kicked Nevar, and instead the knife flew into the air, cutting the ropes that had chained Raven to the wall. Raven advanced, knocking Nevar into a cauldron, while Raven stumbled in as well. Words bounced off the inside of the cauldron, and a wash of nausea overcame the two of them. Raven and Nevar began to merge, their minds separating into two different people, while their bodies became one: Nevar and Raven now shared the same body. The ritual had gone horribly wrong. Nevar found her way out of the cave, as she was not blind, and gathered some food, a bow, a quiver filled with arrows, a dagger, and a black cloak. Nevar and Raven could agree on one thing: Revenge. They would kill the White Rose members, and then find a way to get them separated again, back into two bodies. What are your characters ambitions?: Raven and Nevar both wish to eliminate all White Rose members, and to find a way to make themselves two people again. They will kill anyone who gets in their way. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: ((My computer is bugged, so I can't take screenshots. I can give you the skin template as an attached document.)) Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: They are one person, with two alter-egos: Raven and Nevar. Open-Response-Questions Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short. Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response? I turn, hearing the Dwarf. "What do you sell?" I ask, curious. The Dwarf chuckles, and speaks in a more Elven accent. "Oh, a delicate lady like you won't find use for these: Arrows, swords, armor...Weaponry, to be more exact." Raven roars in anger inside my head. "How dare he? I'm not delicate! I use a bow!" I ignore her, and take out a sack of Minas, hidden away inside my cloak. "1 mina for every 2 arrows. I'll take 12 arrows." The Dwarf looks as if he's about to try and bargain with me, so I cut him off. "That's my final answer." The Dwarf sighs, and takes a bundle of arrows out from a quiver hanging on a chair nearby. I extract 6 Minas from my bag, and hand him the Minas, while grabbing the arrows with my other hand. I walk off, leaving the Dwarf to wonder how he only has 4 Minas in his pouch, and chuckle. "Silvus was a very good teacher in pick-pocketing," I remark to myself. You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? I try to walk by them, but Nevar nags me to go over there. "He'll get killed by that Orc!" I go unconscious for a moment, allowing Nevar to take control of her body. I turn, and walk towards the Orc, putting myself in between the two. "How about we don't start a fight? It could get very nasty, Uruk." The Orc laughs, taking out a large sword, the blade made of solid stone. "Latz think latz cun beat mi?" The Orc steps towards me, threateningly. I duck as the Orc slashes, and roll between his legs. The Orc looks around, confused, before falling from the kick in the back I had given him. "Latz shall die!" The Orc roars in anger, and turns around, sending a hand towards my cheek.I stumble, and rub my sore cheek, turning back to the Orc. I unsheathe my dagger, and throw it towards the Orc's exposed stomach. The Orc stumbles, falling to the ground. I take the dagger out of his stomach, wiping off the blood. "Sorry..." I whisper, then turn back to the place where the Dwarf had been, sighing. The coward had run off during the fight! "Congratulations on the kill," I remark to myself, and go unconscious for a second, switching once again into Raven. Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?: I stand there for a moment, thinking it best to walk away, before Nevar nags me, once again, to protect the weak man. I roll my blind eyes, and kneel, offering the old man my hand. "Are you-" I stop, hearing the scratching of Minas on stone. The old man must've dropped some Minas when he fell. I hesitate, thinking, since I am low on money, that I should take the Minas. The old man would never be able to run after me.... "No!" Nevar yells inside my mind, and takes over. I turn, now able to see where the man was, and help him pick up the Minas. "Are you ok?" I ask, anxiously. The old man laughs. "I've been in worse falls..." The old man remarks, his voice sounding ancient. I help the old man to his feet, and ask him again which way Malinor is. "Just down the road," he answers, pointing to the east, I thank him for the directions, and walk towards the sunrise.