rex48

My elf's name is Evarir'Ceru. But due to RP I wish to change it from Protector Mighty to Protector for or to the Mighty. Any help?

((MC Name)): rex48 Name: Evarir'Ceru Race: Wood Elf If you're married, your spouse's name: None. Where you are living: I got a house gifted to me in the Conclave. Age: 21 (In human years) Any notable health concerns: None. Military position, if any: None. Occupation: Personal Contractor (Mercenary). Sentinel Experience. Wanting to train in druid magic. Dependents: None. Any other notes:

Yes, I know. But, I can't relate to the others.

I wish I could do this, but for me the server is down. Anyone else? And also, Nice stories, it was enjoyable and when I can I'll add to them. Maybe if they accept me into the Second Ultimatum I could fight a council member.....

I wasn't aware that the wall in Malinor was taken into OOC. I thought it was a great RP opportunity. As a way to unite the elves to throw it down and obtain real liberty. Or for humans to conquer Malinor. Either way, I agree that many people are lazy with this and don't open they're minds to what might you do RPly about it. To think of ways to RP further using that new element. I am ashamed for us elves, and I am sorry.

*Evarir Ceru, upon entering the city, sees and hears the crowd. He then talks to the leader:* Yes, it is time! The Councils are weak and have made no effort to help the city. Once, the Mali' were respected and powerful. Now, the other nations are almost busting in and taking over. Kolyat has no leadership and the Sentinels are frail. I know because I was one. They bring up old leaders and leave the real soldiers to rot. We patrol all day every day, but we do nothing against the nations that are hostile to us! No more. I give you my bow, my knives, and my blades! I will fight until the end and not sooner! If we live or die, if we succed or fail, if we fight or talk. You have me. Don't be blinded by your wishes for peace. There will be no peace with the nation like this. People can not prosper with those councils. We have to show we are still strong, that we are still here. The humans are by our gates letting who they want in and who they don't out or dying. Peace will come when the nation is organized. Let me fight beside you until the end.

*You recieve a bird with a note in is feet that reads: Cawshaw Bird Messengers. There is different writing inside the note.* "This is Evarir Ceru, the ranger looking for work. May I know what guild it is? Just write the answer in the paper, give it to the bird, and let him fly."

-Name: Evarir Ceru -Age: 141 -Gender: Male -Race: Wood Elf -Occupation: Currently a Sentinel. But, I plan on leaving as soon as I find a guild. I don't want part in any religious things, stealing, or any other guild that does evil in purpose. Don't expect me to follow rules that aren't for combat, order, or, in special cases, respect. I have some of the greatest archery based on movement. If it moves, I can kill it. I can also handle other types of archery. And I am fast in close combat. I joke and make friends, but when the situation is serious, I'm serious. I would also prefer to work in or by Malinor.

Out-Of-Character Information Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate. Minecraft Account Name: rex48 How old are you?: 13 (But very mature) Time-Zone: Central Standard Time Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes. What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: D&D plus Falchion Blades of Honor another MC RP server. How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I was just browsing the Minecraft Forums. Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: I can´t find it anywhere. Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): I'll do it as soon as I finish this one. Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes. Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing: Creating a character in a board game, video game, or any other likewise thing. Then you can build up his personality and decide what he would do in a world. Meta-gaming: Using information the character doesn´t know but you as a person does. Like meeting someone in the forums. You will know their name but when you meet them IG you have to ask him first since it was you who knew not the character. Power-emoting: If by that you mean Power-Gaming: I haven´t found a problem of this in MC RP but in D&D it would be: My super awesome dwarf destroys the gate with one finger and enters the room. After seeing the puzzle he solves it in less than a second. Then when the door opens, the orcs don´t see him because of his lightning reflexes and with one strike of his phsycic plasma sword he kills the 30 of them. In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Evarir Ceru Current Age: 129 Sub-race (if any): Wood Elf Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): My father used to be a skilled swordman in the military, but he became a blacksmith, and my mother was the daughter of a prominent sage and trader. I also had a little sister I loved and cared about. We lived in a settlement by border that was only a few homes and small businesses. We didn´t have a police force or a leader but the mayor who really only took care of problems. We obeyed the princedom and followed their laws but we were just a trading post with people there. We were all fine about that though. When rumors of a bandit goblin camp nearby increased, my father taught me weapon play. From the beggining I was better in bows and knives than in swords and shields. This may seem normal since I was a Wood Elf but in my family's blood there has always been swordplay since my great -great grandfather. My father recognized this and so instead he hired a knight that had just arrived to town. This knight was very interested in Elven weapons and tactics more than the normal stuff. We became good friends soon and were inseparable companions. He told me that he was from noble human birth and he used to be a weapons trainer. After that he came here to study Elven weapons and tactics. His name was Laurir Igne. Soon into training I could shoot 2 arrows in less than 15 seconds and knives where I wanted them. My father also teached me close comabt with throwing axes. On that terrible day, my dad, Laurir and me were on a hike to the nearby mountains where there was a dwarf settlement. My dad needed new materials and designs for his forge, while Laurir and me craved for adventure. When we got there, Laurir, a dwarven trainer and me, exchanged tricks and strategies plus he told us some dwarven history. Then, abruptly, my dad comes in yelling that we had to go fast, that the village was under attack by goblins. Soon all of us and some dwarven friends of my dad, were heading back home. When we got there my dad told us the fighting was farther away from our house, so I should head there. When I arrived I could hear sobbing and crying plus there was a giant fire in our house. I soon recognized the voice of my sister mourning over my dead mother. I tried to open a path there, but the fire was too big and the smoke too dense by the door. When the sobbing stopped, I ran to the forest tears streaming from my eyes. I headed to the town square to see if they were alive. I quickly noticed the lack of any attackers and judged they had finished the raid. It took a while to find their corpses. It was my father and some of the older dwarves. I searched all the bodies and I couldn´t recognze any more dwarves or Laurir. After all the fires burned out, I made rough graves for all the people I could find and then scavenged to see what I could use. My backstory ends here. Now the present starts. Ambitions for the Future: Finding Laurir and becoming Mamerache'sair of the Malin Sentinels. Personality: Determined, Brave, Friendly, Loyal, and Intelligent. Skills: Stealth, Arms Knowledge, Strategy and Aim Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): The photo will be added as an attachment. Blue eyes and a little more than military type light brown hair and clean shaven. Not very muscular but can deal and recieve a few punches. He is often only with his hood up when working or any other type of danger. He is a bit less than average tall. Any other details you wish to share about your character: Nope. Open-Response-Questions Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point. ____ 1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of High Elves are mocking a small Wood Elf child. How do you react? Answer: I approach them and ask them what is happening. "Nothing, sir! We´re just having some fun, right?" says one of the high elves, grinning. "Um.... yeah!" the woold elf says reluctantly. "Oh really? Well it´s getting late, why don´t I help you home?" I answer to them, "Where do you live?" "It´s right by here! It´s town called Iheiu´ami." The wood elf was catching up on what was happening. He understood the armed stranger wanted to help him. At least that was what he hoped. During the trip I took the time to study them. The high elf who talked was averagely muscled and not shy. He was the thinker, I knew. The other high elf was a lot brawnier and wasn´t as clean or talkative as the other 2. By seeing the wood elf he was reminded of himself. The kid was also shy and fast but weak. When they got there the high elves went home, I guaranteed they would patiently wait until I was gone to pick on him. The wood elf told me his name was Sioln Averir. Sioln´s parents let me stay there and gave me some food. In the morning I talked to Sioln. "Kid, you have to learn to stand up to those guys. I saw how you are faster than them both. Use that. When they pick on you run and jump out of the way and tell adults for your own sake. I have to go now, so good luck, kiddo." I told him. After stocking up on provisions I was heading out. "Thanks, Evarir." Obviously it had worked. "Your welcome, friend." I sayed walking out. 2. Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old man with a walking stick. He collapses in front of you, falling to the ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls a small pouch of gold coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do? Answer: "Sir, are you all right? Are you hurt?" I ask him. "What?! Who´s there?! Where are you?!" He replies confused. "I´m right here, sir. Are you ok?¨ "Oh, yeah. I was just... Anyways who the **** are you?! Where am I?! Is this a joke?!" He says while clumsily lifting himself. "Sir, calm down I´m just a traveler and I just saw you. Who are you?" I tell him. "My name is Jones. Now help me up. I can´t see anything since I lost my damned glasses! Where am I?" I help him up while telling him: "Well I just came from Gleamwood Fort, does that help?" "Ah yes! Gleamwood Fort! My daughter lives there, I became lost here while visiting her. She just married with a man that has more in between his ears than in his attitude...." "Well I could help you back, it's only about 40 meters back. Here, let me get your coins." While we collected the money I wandered into a bush. I heard behind me the man´s voice and I was about to reply until I heard another gruff voice. I saw there was a bandit that looked like a scout. The bandit was about to kill the man after he sayed something. But he hadn´t seen me and there was a knife between his shoulder and neck soon. After that I led the man home. 3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved). Answer: "So you say you have about everything, eh? Well, we´ll see." When I was little my mom had taught me a fair amount of trading. But this guy looked better than an overpriced mouthfull. "Yes, sir! We have some fantastic bows and some Alsatir knives, as I see your weapons." He replies. Alsatir knives! Those things were a beauty! And the bows! God! Did this guy pillage a prince´s armory? "Yes, well they look good, but, nothing compares to usefullness." I say hinting I wanted to try them. "Oh, yes, of course,sir!" I NEED THEM! "Well, not bad, not bad at all." I said masking my decesperation. "Great shots, sir! If you would like the prices they are: Bow: 125 and Knife: 100 each. "Oh, no. That´s too high. I´ll give you 90 for the bow and 75 for each knife." I counter-offer. "90 and 75! Sir, you´re killing me here! 115 and 90 would be reasonable, of course?" he says. "TAKE THEM!" said my mind but he was hiding 2 broken tires and a maintenance guard in the bushes. I knew he needed the money desperately. If I could put some more pressure... "No, that´s too high. I´m sorry. Apart that the knives aren´t exactly balanced." I said and started to walk away. I was lying so hard. "Ok! 90 and 75!! But, you, sir, are a monster to me." He cries towards me. "Well, those bushes aren´t exactly green." I reply and his face looked surprised I didn't bargain more.