electric_sitar

GavLan I want to be the son but if not I'll go the daughter.

I, Guntar Higgin’Buddum, Swear upon my honor that I will uphold the peace and security of my lord, Kyral Hightower, James Hightower and Lancel Hightower, and keep them safe. All indulgences of the world will not disrupt my task in protecting them to the best of my ability. So do I swear _Guntar Higgin’Buddum___. (Insert name in blanks) 1. Mc name and rp name : Minecraft name- electric_sitar/ RP name- Guntar Higgin’Buddum 2. What race are you : Human 3. Have you ever lived in solace: No 4. Did anyone direct you to joining, if so who: Nobody 5. (Answer in rp format what you do) - A man is walking down a street in fine silks and exotic velvet, running up to him you see two goblins and a orc about to corner him in a dark alley by the tavern. You hear a yelp and rush in to find him dead, the three running down the alley. I draw the perfectly sharpened blade from its sheathe. As I break into a full out sprint, I recall of the time I first saw that sword. The weapon smith had made it just for, being that he was my own father. Something about the blade was extraordinary; it was made unlike any other. So Guntar sees as they break to the right in the alley opening up into the marketplace. Packed as anything, Guntar nearly lost them in the act. The orc was trampling over the entire citizen with the two goblins on his shoulders. Guntar yells at the top of his lungs” STOP THAT ORC!” All the citizen s allow him to pass easily, hopping of debris and people knocked over by the orc was not a challenge. Guntar takes the risk of pulling out his bow aim for a hamstring shot. He focused his vision, but could not take it as there were too many civilians. He climbs on a market tent and has his shot. He takes off his helmet, as it limits his vision and drops his sword, as it is unbalancing. He takes a deep breath and he exhales. The powerful shot punctures the orc’s left hamstring causing him to crash to the ground. The two goblins were whipped into two adjacent chicken cages, slamming the little doors shut. Guntar catches up to the orc. He looks at him and spits on him, suddenly the sound of the guard startles him. He puts locks on the chicken cages and hands the key to one of the guards. Guntar proceeds to his post, awaiting orders from any of his commanders.

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name:electric_sitar How old are you?:13 Time-Zone/Country of Residence:United States Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:Yes Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:Yes, I have played Skyrim, Oblivion, Synthesia, Overture V and Feudal Tales. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:Yes How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:My brother plays. 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/! : Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:Taking on the personality, feelings and abilities of a different character. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:Using information obtained from OOC chat to affect your character. This information may make your character better than he/she should, but ruins roleplaying experience for others. For example, if a few people are talking in OOC about how they want to make a gang and you notice what they’re saying and then if in RP you walk up to them to ask if you can join your gang, that would be Meta-Gaming. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:Giving your character abilities he does not have to affect RP. For example, if your character is nothing but a peasant, and he challenges an unlawful knight to a duel, and it went something like this: *the knight hacks down on the peasant with all of his might. The peasant catches the place and throws it back into the knight’s skull splitting through his helmet killing him instantly.* clearly that is Power-Emoting. In-Character Details Character Name:Qaseem Character Race:Human (Southeron) 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:Qaseem was born in Winterhall, while his family was trying to get to Salvus. As his father and pregnant mother made their way into the village, his mother went into labor. Qaseem wasn’t peculiar or special for any reason he grew up like any other boy. They didn’t expect the baby for another week and were unable to purchase safe passage into Salvus. Thus Qaseem’s family was thrust into cold unforgiving poverty. Qaseem had to beg in order to help provide for his mother who had fallen ill. Qaseem wasn’t at the age where he could and make a profit and still was thinking of what to do. For the time being it was stealing, pickpocketing, and begging as a street urchin might. He was surprisingly talented in the art of stealth and he wielded a blade at a very young age for his protection, if something bad might take place. Qaseem is very tough, not necessarily strong and sturdy but could endure a lot of pain before he would break. He is dark-skinned, qualified warrior, also skilled with bow. Qaseem is quiet and has a keen sense precision and accuracy; he also had superior hand-eye coordination to many boys his age which would develop over the years. It wasn’t until he reached the age of fifteen that Qaseem found that good paying (not necessarily legal) job. He joined a gang in hopes that it would pay well enough to help Qaseem and his family through their darkest hour. He was nervous to join but he had to, for the sake of his parents. Qaseem was astonished by the fact that so many new recruits were at their hideout. He soon after figured out that this was initiation day. The gang he had joined, led by a charismatic, in-over-his-head elf, was nothing more than a band of highway men who tried to rob innocent travelers on the roads stretching out of Winterhall. Initiation day was just a test of toughness and combat, nothing Qaseem couldn’t handle. Qaseem was sent on a mission, after he stole the competition on initiation day, to sabotage another gang’s hideout. He was told to place to crates of TNT right next to their food supply and treasure room, and rig it to explode after he was safely off the streets. Before that, he filled as much Minas in his pocket, from the treasury, he could. When Qaseem returned home, the elven leader, Vae’lyn, was pleased of his work but, took all the Minas Qaseem had gathered leaving him with only his weekly wager as his profit. It wasn’t until the group decided they had a shot at overpowering a small band of dwarves that Qaseem started doubting the trust of the gang. When battle broke out between the two parties it ended in slaughter for the gang. Qaseem, who had lost a finger and whose hand was nearly severed, return home after being spared. Upon his arrival at home he was met by his mother’s tears and his father’s cold corpse. Qaseem worked at the stables after that. The work did not pay as well as the robbery but he saved up enough money to move safely to Salvus. He went to his mother to tell her the good news but got home only to realize that his mother, to upset by the world her son had been brought into, killed herself. The town of Winterhall had nothing left for him but horrible reminiscences. He started heading to Salvus as soon as he could. In Salvus he hoped to have a new beginning and get a job suitable for his abilities. Qaseem doesn’t accept his childhood but merely carries it as a burden. As time would wage onward Qaseem would realize that pickpocketing and stealing was not his strong suit nor did he enjoy it, his place was helping others. What are your characters ambitions?:Qaseem has fought, tooth and nail through his life and wants a break from it all. He doesn’t seek any glory or fame, he wants a life to live and enjoy and that is all. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:Qaseem can be used for so much more than a street urchin. He is strong, smart, agile and adaptable but, nobody sees him to his highest potential. His one fatal flaw is unable to use perseverance to affect his life; he is also very passive causing him to be unable to reach his height. Also Qaseem used to be a thief, but at a younger age, he now does for the good of the people and is learning to outgrow his shyness and provide, maybe have a family one day. 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?Qaseem traveled to Arethor in disgust, having nothing left for him and without a family, he now was 22 years old was aimlessly walking the streets like a soulless entity. He was reliving his childhood, but now he was older, stronger, smarter and wealthier. This lifeless vagabond among the streets was cold and hungry on a cloudy winter evening and wondered amongst a poor dirty little dwarf, in the same state as himself. Qaseem talked to this dwarf, they found that they were alike. As time waged on, these two became acquainted knowing that each were in a poor state of condition, they thrived off each other for a while. They ran a business, nothing more than a general store. The dwarf had taught Qaseem the basics of being a mercantile and the way to make a business flourish with economic strategies. One afternoon, when Qaseem returned home with fresh melon from the market, he caught the dwarf angry, stressed and nervous, grabbing everything he could he pushed Qaseem out of the way and was off. To this day, Qaseem still doesn’t understand what happened that very afternoon. The shop went out of business due to no products and left Qaseem in worse shape than before that friendship. 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?Qaseem caught a glimpse of this quarrel and was unsure of what to do. He thought it might’ve been the dwarf he’d befriended but wasn’t sure. Qaseem had no weapon, no armor and couldn’t waste the sparing energy on another cause. He regretted not going over to help him but, he couldn’t for his sake. 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?:Qaseem takes a look around to see if there is anyone among the two, he called for help but, they were on a ghost road. Qaseem needs the money and was struggling for survival. There was but one way out of this. Qaseem hastily grabbed the bag of Minas and was about to leave the man there. This allowed it to look like a death of natural causes. He left the cold deserted old man on the ground straight where he’d fallen, only to have nature’s scavengers to take care of him. As Qaseem looked back, he envisioned his father, lying down, ill and helpless. He knew he had to stop these criminal ways and help others. A tear was presented in his eye and he also knew that this is not how he should be, this was inhumane. As the wolves were prowling closer through the tall grass, Qaseem had heard that rattling of the bushes and knew he had to act. He dropped the bag and quickly grabbed a long branch which had fallen from the tree. He took it and snapped it across his knee and ran over to the man. He gave half of the branch to the man and boosted him up. He then took the jagged end of the stick and used it to fend off the wolves. The old man was to use the branch as a cane. There were two of the wolves, most likely scouts for their pack, which meant they had to move quickly. Malinor was more than three miles up the road. The old man was working his hardest to keep pace with Qaseem. Qaseem noticed an old barnyard with lanterns that were placed outside of the door. Qaseem shouted “To that barnyard!” he pointed. He allowed the man to go on alone just so Qaseem could buy some time. Qaseem waited for one of the wolves to make the first pounce. Out of the shadows he saw the glowing eyes of the wolf and took the stick and placed it into the opened mouth of the ravenous wolf and wedged it into his throat. The stick had been lodged in the throat of the one wolf leaving the stick useless. He’d lost sight of the other wolf and lucky saw the two glowing orbs slowly back away until they faded. They cautiously went up to the door and knocked. As they waited for an answer the old man murmured “Thank you” with deep breathes. At the door stood a father of three children, “What do you need?” he asked. “We need a place to stay ‘til morning, we were just ambushed by wolves…” Qaseem said taking deep breathes as well. “Well, of course you can just be out by noon tomorrow”, he replied. The father showed them to their rooms and thus began a serene sleep for the two. By morning, the old man was nowhere to be found and headed again towards Malinor.

Minecraft Account Name: electric_sitar How old are you?: 13 Time-Zone/Country of Residence:United States 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?:My brother plays. 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/! : Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:Taking on the personality, feelings and abilities of a different character. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Using information obtained from OOC chat to affect your character. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Giving your character abilities he does not have to affect RP. In-Character Details Character Name: Qaseem Character Race: Human (Southeron) 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: Qaseem was born in Winterhall, while his family was trying to get to Salvus. As his father and pregnant mother made their way into the village, his mother went into labor. Qaseem wasn’t peculiar or special for any reason he grew up like any other boy. They didn’t expect the baby for another week and were unable to purchase safe passage into Salvus. Thus Qaseem’s family was thrust into cold unforgiving poverty. Qaseem had to beg in order to help provide for his mother who had fallen ill. Qaseem wasn’t at the age where he could and make a profit and still was thinking of what to do. For the time being it was stealing, pickpocketing, and begging as a street urchin might. He was surprisingly talented in the art of stealth and he wielded a blade at a very young age for his protection, if something bad might take place. Qaseem is very tough, not necessarily strong and sturdy but could endure a lot of pain before he would break. He is dark-skinned, qualified warrior, also skilled with bow. Qaseem is quiet and has a keen sense precision and accuracy; he also had superior hand-eye coordination to many boys his age which would develop over the years. It wasn’t until he reached the age of fifteen that Qaseem found that good paying (not necessarily legal) job. He joined a gang in hopes that it would pay well enough to help Qaseem and his family through their darkest hour. He was nervous to join but he had to, for the sake of his parents. Qaseem was astonished by the fact that so many new recruits were at their hideout. He soon after figured out that this was initiation day. The gang he had joined, led by a charismatic, in-over-his-head elf, was nothing more than a band of highway men who tried to rob innocent travelers on the roads stretching out of Winterhall. Initiation day was just a test of toughness and combat, nothing Qaseem couldn’t handle. Qaseem was sent on a mission, after he stole the competition on initiation day, to sabotage another gang’s hideout. He was told to place to crates of TNT right next to their food supply and treasure room, and rig it to explode after he was safely off the streets. Before that, he filled as much Minas in his pocket, from the treasury, he could. When Qaseem returned home, the elven leader, Vae’lyn, was pleased of his work but, took all the Minas Qaseem had gathered leaving him with only his weekly wager as his profit. It wasn’t until the group decided they had a shot at overpowering a small band of dwarves that Qaseem started doubting the trust of the gang. When battle broke out between the two parties it ended in slaughter for the gang. Qaseem, who had lost a finger and whose hand was nearly severed, return home after being spared. Upon his arrival at home he was met by his mother’s tears and his father’s cold corpse. Qaseem worked at the stables after that. The work did not pay as well as the robbery but he saved up enough money to move safely to Salvus. He went to his mother to tell her the good news but got home only to realize that his mother, to upset by the world her son had been brought into, killed herself. The town of Winterhall had nothing left for him but horrible reminiscences. He started heading to Salvus as soon as he could. In Salvus he hoped to have a new beginning and get a job suitable for his abilities. Qaseem doesn’t accept his childhood but merely carries it as a burden. What are your characters ambitions?:Qaseem has fought, tooth and nail through his life and wants a break from it all. He doesn’t seek any glory or fame, he wants a life to live and enjoy and that is all. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:Qaseem can be used for so much more than a street urchin. He is strong, smart, agile and adaptable but, nobody sees him to his highest potential. His one fatal flaw is unable to use perseverance to affect his life; he is also very passive causing him to be unable to reach his height. 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?Qaseem traveled to Arethor in disgust, having nothing left for him and without a family, he now was 22 years old was aimlessly walking the streets like a soulless entity. He was reliving his childhood, but now he was older, stronger, smarter and wealthier. This lifeless vagabond among the streets was cold and hungry on a cloudy winter evening and wondered amongst a poor dirty little dwarf, in the same state as himself. Qaseem talked to this dwarf, they found that they were alike. As time waged on, these two became acquainted knowing that each were in a poor state of condition, they thrived off each other for a while. They ran a business, nothing more than a general store. The dwarf had taught Qaseem the basics of being a mercantile and the way to make a business flourish with economic strategies. One afternoon, when Qaseem returned home with fresh melon from the market, he caught the dwarf angry, stressed and nervous, grabbing everything he could he pushed Qaseem out of the way and was off. To this day, Qaseem still doesn’t understand what happened that very afternoon. The shop went out of business due to no products and left Qaseem in worse shape than before that friendship. 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?Qaseem caught a glimpse of this quarrel and was unsure of what to do. He thought it might’ve been the dwarf he’d befriended but wasn’t sure. Qaseem had no weapon, no armor and couldn’t waste the sparing energy on another cause. He regretted not going over to help him but, he couldn’t for his sake. 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?: Qaseem takes a look around to see if there is anyone among the two, he called for help but, they were on a ghost road. Qaseem needs the money and was struggling for survival. There was but one way out of this. Qaseem hastily grabbed the bag of Minas and was about to leave the man there. This allowed it to look like a death of natural causes. He left the cold deserted old man on the ground straight where he’d fallen, only to have nature’s scavengers to take care of him. As Qaseem looked back, he envisioned his father, lying down, ill and helpless. A tear was presented in his eye and he knew that this is not how he should be, this was inhumane. As the wolves were prowling closer through the tall grass, Qaseem had heard that rattling of the bushes and knew he had to act. He dropped the bag and quickly grabbed a long branch which had fallen from the tree. He took it and snapped it across his knee and ran over to the man. He gave half of the branch to the man and boosted him up. He then took the jagged end of the stick and used it to fend off the wolves. The old man was to use the branch as a cane. There were two of the wolves, most likely scouts for their pack, which meant they had to move quickly. Malinor was more than three miles up the road. The old man was working his hardest to keep pace with Qaseem. Qaseem noticed an old barnyard with lanterns that were placed outside of the door. Qaseem shouted “To that barnyard!” he pointed. He allowed the man to go on alone just so Qaseem could buy some time. Qaseem waited for one of the wolves to make the first pounce. Out of the shadows he saw the glowing eyes of the wolf and took the stick and placed it into the opened mouth of the ravenous wolf and wedged it into his throat. The stick had been lodged in the throat of the one wolf leaving the stick useless. He’d lost sight of the other wolf and lucky saw the two glowing orbs slowly back away until they faded. They cautiously went up to the door and knocked. As they waited for an answer the old man murmured “Thank you” with deep breathes. At the door stood a father of three children, “What do you need?” he asked. “We need a place to stay ‘til morning, we were just ambushed by wolves…” Qaseem said taking deep breathes as well. “Well, of course you can just be out by noon tomorrow”, he replied. The father showed them to their rooms and thus began a serene sleep for the two. By morning, the old man was nowhere to be found and headed again towards Malinor.