Iopia

Iopia LOTC application Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Iopia How old are you?: I am 14 years old. Time-Zone/Country of Residence: The Republic of Ireland. Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, I am fluent, having been brought up speaking the language from birth. Have you had any previous experience in role playing?: No, unfortunately, but I have been told about this server and would like to learn how to role-play in the friendly environment of this server. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes, I have read the rules, and I understand them. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Through my friends, who have already been accepted and whitelisted to the server. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: This is my first application to 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/!: l'll post it when I am done with the whole app process. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Role playing is playing the role of a set character, basing the decisions on his traits, attributes and personality and not your own. For example, if you saw another character in a town your character would be more inclined to rob him if he was a bandit, but if your character was a merchant he would try to sell him things. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is the act of using out of OOC information IC, for example your friend telling you on TS or skype that there is a fight going on with him and a bandit and you go help him, but yet your character doesn’t know where to go and why he is going there. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting is the act of giving your self god like abilities and doing impossible tasks, such as using a blunt sword and trying to cut off a mans head, or turning into a dragon and destroying an entire town. In-Character Details Character Name: Hector Lenblade Character Race: Human 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: Hector was born to the Lenblade family. He was a strong and big baby when he was born. His father was Borus Lenblade, the heir to the Lenblade fortune, and his mother was a weaver, whose name was Siena Northwind. Her family came from the northern parts of Asulon, along the coast. As a baby his father was rarely around, as he was working as a mercenary and would only come back once every few weeks, and so his mother solely looked after him. At about three years of age his father went to his aunt's funeral. While Hector’s father was out at the funeral, bandits hired by his great uncle Mando came into the manor and attacked his mother and three of their servants. His mother was shot dead with a bow, and two of the servants were decapitated. However one of the servants, Damien, snuck away with Hector, and they fled south to the Kingdoms of Hanseti, there Hector was raised by Damien. As the years went on Hector was seen to be proficient with a sword, and so Damien would often let him practice with wooden swords. He used to hit the practice dummies so hard it would hurt his hands afterwards, and because of his constant training he broke many of the practice dummies. Damien would then have to pay for more of them for Hector to continue training with. Damien was only a blacksmith and wasn’t making enough money for him and Hector to survive, so he decided to get Hector to start helping him with his work. Of course Hector, only being a little 11 year old boy, made a lot of mistakes, some very costly, such as breaking the calipers and accidently dropping tools into the forge. Damien forgave him for all this as he saw a bright boy in Hector. Damien eventually became more skilled at smithing and started making his own personalised swords and tools and sold them for a lot of minas. During his teen years, Hector would get into many fights with the other teenagers in Hanseti. In one of the fights, his opponent used a wooden cane, but Hector was able to think tactically and so when his opponent charged at him Hector threw a snowball at the other boy, and while he was temporarily blinded by the snow he tackled him while he was unaware and proceeded to beat the living daylights out of him. The guards eventually saw all this fighting and imprisoned Hector for a year. Sadly, Damien had to sell his blacksmith to make bail and get Hector out of jail, and because of this they were poor and had nowhere to live or stay, so Damien had to become a servant for the Lord of Hanseti just to have a place to stay. After this Hector swore to be good and not cause any more trouble and to also help Damien around in the castle, in which he kept his promise. While they worked Damien would often tell him about his parents, Borus and Siena. He told great tales of his father and the great battles he fought in, which was all a bunch of rubbish. Then he told him about the mutiny in the Lenblade family and how his mother was killed. Hector constantly asked if his father had died, but Damien’s only response was “Only time can tell”. Hector was working in the castle for around five years, but on his twenty first birthday he decided to quit and move onto to something more exhilarating and adventurous. He decided to travel all around Asulon, he went to many places such as Malinor and Alras, places in which he had never been before. A few months after he left Hanseti he had received a letter saying Damien had died, he had been caught stealing some gold from the vault and was sentenced to death. He immediately rushed back to Hanseti and held the funeral for Damien. Upon arriving at the funeral on a cold Ahad morning, he had waited for hours but no one except him had came, so there in the graveyard, alone he stood looking down at coffin, crying, as the one who raised him.... Had died. After the funeral he decided to leave Hanseti and continue his travels in Asulon, currently he is visiting the cloud temple looking for new companions. What are your characters ambitions?: His ambition is to become a military leader so he can use his great tactical skills, and then continuing on the Lenblade family name. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: http://i.imgur.com/JC8eY.png I’m the one on the left, my father is the one on the right. Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Hector is a buff young man who is also very muscular and skilled with a sword. He is a great tactician but is very sloppy when it comes to actual work. He has brown hair and brown eyes, accompanied by a brown moustache similar to his fathers, he wears a red robe and is about 6’0. He will always try to do the right thing in a situation even if it threatens his own life. 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 walk up to the poor dwarf and say “ Hail dwarf, I would like to see your wares as I might be interested in buying something “ The dwarfs pulls out a dusty old rug from a rusty wooden box, he then takes out a painting with the picture of a centaur with a sword on it, finally he reveals an old pipe that had bits of wood chipped out of it. I ask about all the products, were he got them, and what they’re history is. The dwarf replies “Alryght ‘en, This ‘ere carpet was owned by the Queen o’ Salvus an’ is worth a lot in gold” I knew he was lying so he just moved on to the next item because I knew he wasn’t going to buy it, the dwarf now replies “ Right this ‘ere ol’ pipe was the pipe o’ of the great King o’ Alras, it was stolen off the king many years ago and ‘it managed to get into me possession!. I’ve just had enough of his lies and say “Listen Dwarf, stop lying to me and tell me where the feck you got these items” the dwarf replies “ Alright! Alright! I’ll tell ye were I got this ol’ painting, me father worked with a group o’ mercenaries called the Lenblades, me father had come back from a mine shift and had around 60 iron ingots smelted and all to make into armour and give to the Lenblades, something ‘ad happened that night and the leader o’ the Lenblades got mad and fired me father, so ‘e robbed the painting o’ their crest and took the ingots and we’ve had the painting ever since” I realise that this was the painting Damien had spoken about in the stories, I immediately commanded the dwarf to give me the painting as it was rightfully mine, he refuses and says “Listen! If ye want it so badly, then give me 100 minas and we’ll call it a deal!” I knew I couldn’t use force so I gave the fecker 100 minas and he happily gave me the painting. At least I have the painting safely in my possession. You’re in the Cloud Sanctuary late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. The only present monk is fast asleep, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? I unsheathe my sword and walk over to the the orc, he says “Gedaway ya filty stoopid uman! Befor Garglash klomp you!” I back away, as the orc steps towards me, his eyes sizing me up like prey. I look behind the orc and strike a stare at the harassed dwarf. I yell “Run!” and the dwarf gets up and scrambles, taking the orc’s attention off of me and onto the fleeing dwarf. I run up behind the dwarf and take a strike with my sword at the back of his knees. The orc yells at the top of his lungs, “Latz b SKAH!” The sound echoes throughout the temple, waking the monk. After a few dodges, parries, and even taking a few hits and blows. The monk comes down and yells “What is the meaning of this! You are disturbing the Temple’s peace!” At this time, I would dart away, sheilding my face from the monks and people of the Cloud Temple, knowing that I saved the dwarf. 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?: Looking down at the old man, I see that he is a rich merchant from Arethor. I ask if he’s alright, and with a groan he mutters “I’m fine, but I could use another walking stick; I won’t be able to carry on to Malinor without one. You don’t happen to have one handy, do you?”. I laugh at the joke and tell him that I’ll see if I can get a make-shift walking stick from some sticks from the nearby woods. I run into the forest, which lines both sides of the road, looking for a stick of the right size to make a make-shift walking stick to send the old man on his way. Upon finding a stick, I turn around to find that a group of 3 bandits have run up to the helpless old man and are stealing all he ownes. I unsheathe my sword, and with a loud snap from stepping on a twig, the bandits turn around to see you standing there, sword raised. “Leave ‘ere now and no one gets ‘urt!” one of them cries, as they all draw their swords as well. I slowly continue walking towards where the bandits are standing in the middle of the road, a fiery fierceness in my eyes. “Go no fur’er!” the same bandit, presumably the leader, cries, trying to hide the waver in his voice. The other 2 glance nervously at each other, obviously not used to actually having to fight. As I continue to walk towards them calmly, one of them breaks and flees into the forest behind the group. The leader of the group glares at the remaining bandit, daring him to run too. While his back is turned, I seize my chance to strike. I charge towards the duo with a roar. The bandit’s eyes bulge as he sees me charging towards his leader. The leader must have seen the expression on his face, as he turns around just in time to see me swing my sword down on him. He manages to duck to the side, my sword only grazing his right arm. By now the other bandit has already taken off in the other direction. The leader starts to run, but trips over his own feet and stumbles to the ground. “Don’t ‘urt me! Ah mean no harm!” He cries. I tell him to give back all the old man’s valuables before I let him go. He quickly agrees and throws all the valuables on the ground on front of him, and flees in the opposite direction. I pick up the valuables and bring them over to the old man, still lying on the ground shivering, even though the sun is beating down on our backs. He thanks me as I pack the valuables back into his bag. I pick up the stick that I dropped on the side of the road earlier, and hand it to the old man. He thanks me and offers me a gift of 100 Minas, knowing that he would’ve been at best broke or at worst killed if I hadn’t been here when I was. I accept his offer and send him on his way, with a warm smile as we depart.