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-Name: Alasdil -Age: 108 -Gender: Male -Race: High Elf, do not worry, I am not self-centered like most of my kin. -Occupation: I am a ranger forth-most, yet I am good at swords-play. I am kind, and willing to do almost any job as long as it is not illegal. I hate to kill others, yet I will kill undead, spiders, and creepers with no second thought. I will give money and such to help others, but will not decline money when provided, unless it is illegal or such. I am a High Elf ranger, a rarity I know for most of my kin are either weaving spells, or in some court. I am good with animals, yet I cannot train ocelots easily, they are too wild. Wolves are the animal I have the most experience with. I am fast, and athletic. If you wish for a ranger, then I am a good pick. I am also thinking of becoming a druid, once I have some magical knowledge (I will make a magic application to do so)I will most likely be in the Cloud Temple or Normandor. I'd rather not be within a city if that is possible, I prefer the wilds over being within walls of a city. Perhaps a guide through the forests? A ranger keeping undead and such off of the roads? Maybe, maybe not. But if I were to get a job, I would like a good sword, a bow, and some arrows. I lost all of them in a fight with a large group of undead. [OoC] List of Items/Materials Needed: x1 Iron Sword x1 Bow x64 Arrows x1 leather, or chainmail armor set. [iC] I hope to meet my hopefully future employer soon.

Minecraft Account Name: Ionmaster How old are you: 13 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: America, Illinois Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language: Very much so, I rarely make grammar mistakes, and when I do it is on a word I do not know. I am also learning French if that counts. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying: HoG, D&DO, LOTRO, Skyrim, DA:O, and D&D. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules: Yes How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft: Planet Minecraft. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: http://www.lordofthe...ans-aplication/ 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/!: Bottom, Last page. Username Applemancan. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is where you act out a scenario, or act how your character would act, think how your character would. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-Gaming is when you use information from an outside source IG and use it for your interests. Meet Bob, an n00b to LOTC. Bob and his friend Steve heard of a magical tree that gives you diamonds on the forums and decided to go and find it. Once they did, it was not what the person said it was. Once they asked the tree for diamonds, a hole underneath them opened up and shot them down to a secret place where all of the bad n00bs go to. The head n00b slaver there was named Jim-Bob Surewood. Jim-Bob enslaved them and made them mine obsidian with wood pickaxes, and when they broke, they were hit with Fish. So for 10 years, they were enslaved, for a good reason. They did something illegal in the server, for in the rules you cannot meta-game. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power Emoting is when you say *Alasdil grabs the sword out of your hand, and throws it in a well* When you should say *Alasdil runs to try and take the sword out of your hand* another example! *You bind Steve to a tree with your whip* when you could say *you try to hit Steve with your whip* In-Character Details Character Name: Alasdil Character Race: High 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: 108 years ago, a High Elf was born. This High Elf was born to the family called Al'ilsmir. This High Elf was Alasdil. His family was over-joyed at his birth, and celebrated. His family was cursed with low numbers and he was one of the 10 Al'ilsmir left. His father and Alasdil were not that close, but had love for one another. He stayed with his mother more than his father for the first 10 years of his life. His mother Illiana was kind, thoughtful, and loved to read stories. Alasdil took after his mother in many ways, and gained her great love of nature and the hidden love of the other races. One day his mother told him of the other races, not the way his father or his other relatives would talk about them. She talked about their ups and downs, but always in a loving light. The race she talked about most kindly was the Dwarves, Humans, and the Kharajyr. After his 20th year, training with weapons started. His grandmother was adept at the magic arts, and tried to train under her grandmother Yasla for 5 years, yet it was not meant to be. He disliked the art, thought it cheating using spells instead of doing things by yourself, not standing back reading words off of a scroll. His grand mother was disappointed in this behavior, and sent him to Ulvath. Alasdil had no interest in the magical arts. Then when his training ended, he trained under his Uncle Ulvath for swords-play for 40 years, but what he loved the most was training in the ways of the bow. His mother trained him in the ways of the bow for 45 years. At this point, his friendship with his mother could never end until his father found out about her opinions on the other races. They fought and screamed at one another. Until Alasdir came in and stopped his father from hurting her any further. He said this and only this: "Leave her alone!" He screamed at his father. "Punish me if you must, but leave her alone!" He screamed again. His father now looked quite angry, he looked as if he was going to draw out his sword and kill his disobedient son. "You dare threaten your father..." He bellowed menacingly, "Fine, I will punish you, but it will be your banishment from this family!" He screamed. Alasdir ran out of that building so fast, that he did not get to take everything. All he took was a bow, a sword, 50 minas and 30 arrows. As he looked back on his home, he did not expect to see his mother. His mother was at the gates, waving farewell to her son. This gave hope to Alasdir hope. Once he got far away from his city, he changed his name to Alasdil, to forsaken his High Elven family. Alasdil did not know much about the world, and set out to learn more. He also wishes to heal the High Elven name that was scorned with so much hate, and being self-centered. It has been 18 years sense this has happened, and has gained more knowledge than he would have ever had by learning from his family. He prays that his mother is alright, and is safe. What are your characters ambitions: He is kind, and wishes to show that not all High Elves are self-centered. He is generous, and will give to help people, but when money is offered he will not refuse, one does need to eat! Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: He will try to negotiate out of almost every situation, but will fight when needed? He likes peace more than violence. He has light blonde hair something unheard of in High Elves, it might be that he is not all pure blooded, or he has a special future... 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? "Come here; come all to Galind's gears!" Shouted the poor dwarf. Alasdil walked up to the stall, seeing that he was quite poor, and looked at what he had. "How much for this… Spoon?" He asked. “How much, that will be 10 minas High Elf." He responded. "Do you not think that over-priced?" He questioned. "Nay, that is how much I got it for, and it is the only one I have." He said sadly. "Ah then, I will buy it for 20 minas." He announces as he gives the money to Galind. "Thank you High Elf!" He said with glee. "No need to thank me, just trying to help." He said as he walked off without the spoon. (The Spoon was a joke from a Youtube video called Extremely Slow Murder with the Extremely Ineffective weapon that happens to be a spoon. I am sorry if that is an incorrect title, but it is a video I HIGHLY recommend. It is long though, if you do not want to watch it all, watch the first bit.) 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? Alasdir hides in the bushes, hearing the orc and the dwarf fighting. From his frame of hearing, this is what he hears the orc yell about: "Give me the money dwarf, or you will be even shorter than before!" The orc said while holding his axe. "I'm sorry! I do not have the money! Please, PLEASE let me go!" The Dwarf cried. "Enough dwarf, you had your time, now it is time for you do die!" shouted the orc. "Gods no!" screamed the dwarf. This is when Alasdil sprang into action, quickly hitting the orc's arm with one well-aimed arrow. The orc screamed in pain as the arrow hit his left arm, thus making his rage go towards the High Elf that shot him. The orc, consumed with rage, attacked the High Elf who was hiding in the bushes. Alasdil was not ready to die, and leapt backwards, narrowly missing the orc’s axe. Alasdil gave the orc chase in the forest, making it tired and weak from loss of blood, Alasdil struck. Alasdil, who was in one of the trees, throwing stones all around the confused orc, jumped down and began to fight him. The high elf flew in from the trees, dodging the orc’s axe and quickly struck the orc’s right arm with the sword, and cut it off. The orc, too weak to fight because of blood loss, and the loss of his arm, lay their bleeding. Alasdil, one not to let someone stay in that much pain, killed him quickly by stabbing it in the chest. The orc was now dead, and the cowering Dwarf that was in the bushes, not far from the place the battle took place, looked up at his savior, and thanked him. "Thank you High Elf, thank you so much!" He said with great happiness. "No need, but here." He motioned towards the dead orc. "He might have some money that would be of use to you." The dwarf nodded and looted the orc. As Alasdil walked away, a cry of joy came from the dwarf as he was holding a crystalline stone that looked much like a large diamond. "Thank you High Elf!" Alasdil looked back at the large diamond, and his mouth was open in awe. “How did you get that?” He asked. “Got it? I stole it!” the dwarf said. “That orc,” he motioned towards the dead orc, “Helped me steal this jewel from a nobleman by the name of Ulfor.” He said proudly. “The orc and I fought over it, and thanks to you, I have it!” He said and laughed. Alasdil drew his sword at the sound of the word “stolen”. “I need to ask you to give it back.” He said menacingly. The dwarf in blind greed picked up the orc’s axe and announced: “You’ll have to get through me!” Alasdil did not see this coming, and the dwarf attacked. The bow! Alasdil thought as the dwarf cut through it. Now Alasdil was angry. He attacked the dwarf several times, breaking the axe in a blood-filled fury. But the dwarf grabbed the upper part of the broken axe, and grazed his arm, making blood spill out of the open wound. Alasdil grabbed this wound, and thrust the blade through the dwarf’s gut. “Gah!” the dwarf gurgled as he fell to the ground, crimson red flowing out of the wound. As the dwarf fell, Alasdil grabbed his wound. He sighed. And then spoke out-loud. “What have I done to deserve to kill two in one day?” Alasdil picks up the grand diamond and thinks what to do with it. Should I sell it and gain minas, or should I give it to the owners? He thought long and hard on this. He decided to give the jewel back in the end, thinking it important that he did so. But he was rewarded, 100 Midas actually. So he walked away a hero, and with some coin in his pocket. 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 defenseless man. What does your character do? As he walks into Malinor, he sees an old human fall with the breaking of his staff. Alasdil comes running to his aid. "Are you alright old one?" He asked as he helped the old man get up. "Yes... Yes I think I am." He said as he looked at the broken staff with sadness. The old man sighed as he got up. "That staff was in my family for generations, and I never thought it would die today..." he wandered. Alasdil takes some money out of his pouch and gives it to the old man. "Here, this will be enough to buy a good firm staff. “Thank you High Elf." he said as he went to the market to get a new staff. Alasdil looked to the ground, to find 10 minas! "Old one, you forgot your coins!" he shouted. The old man looked back and shouted "Keep them, for it is worth as much as your kindness!" Alasdil smiled, and put the coins in his pouch. (Also, he is not magical. His parents tried to train him in magic, but all he could do was make things explode incorrectly, so he is horrible at magic, and hates the art, but not the people that use it. Just to clear it out that's all.)

Minecraft Account Name: Ionmaster How old are you?: 13 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: America, Illinois Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Very much so, I rarely make grammar mistakes, and when I do it is on a word I do not know. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying: HoG, D&DO, LOTRO, Skyrim, DA:O, and D&D. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules: Yes How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft: Planet Minecraft Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/72193-applemancans-aplication/ 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/!: I have made one on the last page. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is where you act out a scenario, or act how your character would act, think how your character would. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-Gaming is when you use information from an outside source IG and use it for your interests. Meet Bob, an n00b to LOTC. Bob and his friend Steve heard of a magical tree that gives you diamonds on the forums and decided to go and find it. Once they did, it was not what the person said it was. Once they asked the tree for diamonds, a hole underneath them opened up and shot them down to a secret place where all of the bad n00bs go to. The head n00b slaver there was named Jim-Bob Surewood. Jim-Bob enslaved them and made them mine obsidian with wood pickaxes, and when they broke, they were hit with Fish. So for 10 years, they were enslaved, for a good reason. They did something illegal in the server, for in the rules you cannot meta-game. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power Emoting is when you say *Alasdil grabs the sword out of your hand, and throws it in a well* When you should say *Alasdil runs to try and take the sword out of your hand* Another example! *You bind Steve to a tree with your whip* when you could say *You try to hit Steve with your whip* In-Character Details Character Name: Alasdil Character Race: High 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: 200 years ago, a High Elf was born. This High Elf was born to the family called Al'ilsmir. This High Elf was Alasdil. His family was over-joyed at his birth, and celebrated. His family was cursed with low numbers and he was one of the 10 Al'ilsmir left. His father and Alasdil were not that close, but had love for one another. He stayed with his mother more than his father for the first 10 years of his life. His mother Illiana was kind, thoughtful, and loved to read stories. Alasdil took after his mother in many ways, and gained her great love of nature and the hidden love of the other races. One day his mother told him of the other races, not the way his father or his other relatives would talk about them. She talked about their ups and downs, but always in a loving light. The race she talked about most kindly was the Dwarves, Humans, and the Kharajyr. After his 20th year, training with weapons started. His grandmother was adept at the magic arts, and tried to train under her grandmother Yasla for 35 years, yet it was not meant to be. Alasdil had no interest in the magical arts. Then when his training ended, he trained under his Uncle Ulvath for swords-play for 10 years, but what he loved the most was training in the ways of the bow. His mother trained him in the ways of the bow for 45 years. At this point, his friendship with his mother could never end until his father found out about her opinions on the other races. They fought and screamed at one another. Until Alasdir came in and stopped his father from hurting her any further. He said this and only this: "Leave her alone!" He screamed at his father. "Punish me if you must, but leave her alone!" He screamed again. His father now looked quite angry, he looked as if he was going to draw out his sword and kill his disobedient son. "You dare threaten your father..." He bellowed menacingly, "Fine, I will punish you, but it will be your banishment from this family!" He screamed. Alasdir ran out of that building so fast, that he did not get to take everything. All he took was a bow, a sword, 50 minas and 30 arrows. As he looked back on his home, he did not expect to see his mother. His mother was at the gates, waving farewell to her son. This gave hope to Alasdir hope. Once he got far away from his city, he changed his name to Alasdil, to forsaken his High Elven family. Alasdil did not know much about the world, and set out to learn more. He also wishes to heal the High Elven name that was scorned with so much hate, and self-centeredness. What are your characters ambitions: He is kind, and wishes to show that not all High Elves are self-centered. He is generous, and will give to help people, but when money is offered he will not refuse, one does need to eat! Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: He will try to negotiate out of almost every situation, but will fight when needed? He likes peace more than violence. He has blonde hair something unheard of in High Elves, it might be that he is not all pure blooded, or he has a special future... 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? "Come here; come all to Galind's gears!" Shouted the poor dwarf. Alasdil walked up to the stall, seeing that he was quite poor, and looked at what he had. "How much for this… Spoon?" He asked. “How much, that will be 10 minas High Elf." He responded. "Do you not think that over-priced?" He questioned. "Nay, that is how much I got it for, and it is the only one I have." He said sadly. "Ah then, I will buy it for 20 minas." He announces as he gives the money to Galind. "Thank you High Elf!" He said with glee. "No need to thank me, just trying to help." He said as he walked off without the spoon. 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? Alasdir hides in the bushes, hearing the orc and the dwarf fighting. From his frame of hearing, this is what he hears the orc yell about: "Give me the money dwarf, or you will be even shorter than before!" The orc said while holding his axe. "I'm sorry! I do not have the money! Please, PLEASE let me go!" The Dwarf cried. "Enough dwarf, you had your time, now it is time for you do die!" shouted the orc. "Gods no!" screamed the dwarf. This is when Alasdil sprang into action, quickly crippling the orc's arm with one well-aimed arrow. The orc screamed in pain as the arrow hit his left arm, thus making his rage go towards the High Elf that shot him. The orc, consumed with rage, attacked the High Elf who was hiding in the bushes. Alasdil was not ready to die, and leapt backwards, narrowly missing the orc’s axe. Alasdil gave the orc chase in the forest, making it tired and weak from loss of blood, Alasdil struck. Alasdil, who was in one of the trees, throwing stones all around the confused orc, jumped down and began to fight him. The high elf flew in from the trees, dodging the orc’s axe and quickly struck the orc’s right arm with the sword, and cut it off. The orc, too weak to fight because of blood loss, and the loss of his arm, lay their bleeding. Alasdil, one not to let someone stay in that much pain, killed him quickly by stabbing it in the chest. The orc was now dead, and the cowering Dwarf that was in the bushes, not far from the place the battle took place, looked up at his savior, and thanked him. "Thank you High Elf, thank you so much!" He said with great happiness. "No need, but here." He motioned towards the dead orc. "He might have some money that would be of use to you." The dwarf nodded and looted the orc. As Alasdil walked away, a cry of joy came from the dwarf as he was holding a crystalline stone that looked much like a large diamond. "Thank you High Elf!" Alasdil looked back at the large diamond, and his mouth was open in awe. “Wha? How did you get that?” He asked. “Got it? I stole it!” the dwarf said. Alasdil drew his sword at the sound of the word “stolen”. “I need to ask you to give it back.” He said menacingly. The dwarf in blind greed picked up the orc’s axe and announced: “You’ll have to get through me!” Alasdil did not see this coming, and the dwarf attacked. The bow! Alasdil thought as the dwarf cut through it. Now Alasdil was angry. He attacked the dwarf several times, breaking the axe in a blood-filled fury. But the dwarf grabbed the upper part of the broken axe, and grazed his arm, making blood spill out of the open wound. Alasdil grabbed this wound, and thrust the blade through the dwarf’s gut. “Gah!” the dwarf gurgled as he fell to the ground, crimson red flowing out of the wound. As the dwarf fell, Alasdil grabbed his wound. He sighed. And then spoke out-loud. “What have I done to deserve to kill two in one day?” Alasdil picks up the grand diamond and thinks what to do with it. Should I sell it and gain minas, or should I give it to the owners? He thought long and hard on this. He decided to give the jewel back in the end, thinking it important that he did so. But he was rewarded, 100 Midas actually. So he walked away a hero, and with some coin in his pocket. 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 defenseless man. What does your character do? As he walks into Malinor, he sees an old human fall with the breaking of his staff. Alasdil comes running to his aid. "Are you alright old one?" He asked as he helped the old man get up. "Yes... Yes I think I am." He said as he looked at the broken staff with sadness. The old man sighed as he got up. "That staff was in my family for generations, and I never thought it would die today..." he wandered. Alasdil takes some money out of his pouch and gives it to the old man. "Here, this will be enough to buy a good firm staff. "Thank you High Elf." he said as he went to the market to get a new staff. Alasdil looked to the ground, to find 10 minas! "Old one, you forgot your coins!" he shouted. The old man looked back and shouted "Keep them, for it is worth as much as your kindness!" Alasdil smiled, and put the coins in his pouch. [Hopefully this works, might add another definition to the Power-Emoting thing just to be safe]

Minecraft Account Name: Ionmaster How old are you?: 13 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: America, Illinois Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Very much so, I rarely make grammar mistakes, and when I do it is on a word I do not know. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: HoG, D&DO,LOTRO, Skyrim, DA:O, and D&D. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Planet Minecraft Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/72193-applemancans-aplication/ 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/!: 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/page__st__1120__gopid__18403886#entry18403886 Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is where you act out a scenario, or act how your character would act, think how your character would. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-Gaming is when you use information from an outside source IG and use it for your interests. Meet Bob, an n00b to LOTC. Bob and his friend Steve heard of a magical tree that gives you diamonds on the forums and decided to go and find it. Once they did, it was not what the person said it was. Once they asked the tree for diamonds, a hole underneath them opened up and shot them down to a secret place where all of the bad n00bs go to. The head n00b slaver there was named Jim-Bob Surewood. Jim-Bob was a nice evil man that made the n00bs mine obsidian with wood pickaxes, and when they broke, he shot them in the knee. So for 10 years, they were enslaved, for a good reason. They meta-gamed , the worst type of Gaming. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power Gaming is when you make your character un-kill-able. Power-Gaming is also when you make your character far to over-powered in the way you can kill everyone by blinking, or you shoot a rope out of your sword that ties a person hopelessly to a tree. That is power-gaming. In-Character Details Character Name: Alasdil Character Race: High 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: 200 years ago, a High Elf was born. This High Elf was born to the family called Al'ilsmir. This High Elf was Alasdir (or Alasdil later in life). His family was over-joyed at his birth, and celebrated. His family was cursed with low numbers and he was one of the 10 Al'ilsmir left. His father and Alasdil were not that close, but had love for one another. He stayed with his mother more than his father for the first 10 years of his life. His mother Illiana was kind, thoughtful, and loved to read stories. Alasdil took after his mother in many ways, and gained her great love of nature and the hidden love of the other races. One day his mother told him of the other races, not the way his father or his other relatives would talk about them. She talked about their ups and downs, but always in a loving light. The race she talked about most kindly was the Dwarves, Humans, and the Kharajyr. After his 20th year, training with weapons started. His grandmother was adept at the magic arts, and tried to train under her grandmother Yasla for 35 years, yet it was not meant to be. Alasdil had no interest in the magical arts. Then when his training ended, he trained under his Uncle Ulvath for swords-play for 10 years, but what he loved the most was training in the ways of the bow. His mother trained him in the ways of the bow for 45 years. At this point, his friendship with his mother could never end until his father found out about her opinions on the other races. They fought and screamed at one another. Until Alasdir came in and stopped his father from hurting her any further. He said this and only this: "Leave her alone!" He screamed at his father. "Punish me if you must, but leave her alone!" He screamed again. His father now looked quite angry, he looked as if he was going to draw out his sword and kill his disobedient son. "You dare threaten your father..." He bellowed menacingly, "Fine, I will punish you, but it will be your banishment from this family!" He screamed. Alasdir ran out of that building so fast, that he did not get to take everything. All he took was a bow, a sword, 50 minas and 30 arrows. As he looked back on his home, he did not expect to see his mother. His mother was at the gates, waving farewell to her son. This gave hope to Alasdir hope. Once he got far away from his city, he changed his name to Alasdil, to forsaken his High Elven family. Alasdil did not know much about the world, and set out to learn more. He also wishes to heal the High Elven name that was scorned with so much hate, and self-centeredness. What are your characters ambitions?: He is kind, and wishes to show that not all High Elves are self-centered. He is generous, and will give to help people, but when money is offered he will not refuse, one does need to eat! Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: He will try to negotiate out of almost every situation, but will fight when needed. He likes peace more than violence. He has blonde a rarity 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? "Come here, come all to Galind's gears!" Shouted the poor dwarf. Alasdil walked up to the stall, seeing that he was quite poor, and looked at what he had. "How much for this... spoon?" He asked. “How much? That will be 10 minas High Elf." He responded. "Do you not think that over-priced?" He questioned. "Nay,that is how much I got it for, and it is the only one I have." He said sadly. "Ah then, I will buy it for 10 golds." He announces as he gives the money to Galind. "Thank you High Elf!" He said with glee. "No need to thank me, just trying to help." He said as he walked off without the spoon. 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? Alasdir hides in the bushes, hearing the orc and the dwarf fighting. From his frame of hearing, this is what he hears the orc yell about: "Give me the money dwarf, or you will be even shorter than before!" The orc said while holding his axe. "I'm sorry! I do not have the money! Please, PLEASE let me go!" The Dwarf cried. "Enough dwarf, you had your time, now it is time for you do die!" shouted the orc. "Gods no!" screamed the dwarf. This is when Alasdil sprang into action, quickly crippling the orc's arm with one well-aimed arrow. The orc screamed in pain as the arrow hit his left arm, thus making his rage go towards the High Elf that shot him. The orc, consumed with rage, attacked the High Elf who was hiding in the bushes. Alasdil was not ready to die, and leapt backwards, narrowly missing the orc’s axe. Alasdil gave the orc chase in the forest, making it tired and weak from loss of blood, Alasdil struck. Alasdil, who was in one of the trees, throwing stones all around the confused orc, jumped down and began to fight him. The high elf flew in from the trees, dodging the orc’s axe and quickly struck the orc’s right arm with the sword, and cut it off. The orc, too weak to fight because of blood loss, and the loss of his arm, lay their bleeding. Alasdil, one not to let someone stay in that much pain, killed him quickly by stabbing it in the chest. The orc was now dead, and the cowering Dwarf that was in the bushes, not far from the place the battle took place, looked up at his savior, and thanked him. "Thank you High Elf, thank you so much!" He said with great happiness. "No need, but here." He motioned towards the dead orc. "He might have some money that would be of use to you." The dwarf nodded and looted the orc. As Alasdil walked away, a cry of joy came from the dwarf as he was holding a crystalline stone that looked much like a large diamond. "Thank you High Elf!" 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 defenseless man. What does your character do?: As he walks into Malinor, he sees a old human fall with the breaking of his staff. Alasdil comes running to his aid. "Are you alright old one?" He asked as he helped the old man get up. "Yes... Yes I think I am." He said as he looked at the broken staff with sadness. The old man sighed as he got up. "That staff was in my family for generations, and I never thought it would die today..." he wandered. Alasdil takes some money out of his pouch and gives it to the old man. "Here, this will be enough to buy a good firm staff. "Thank you High Elf." he said as he went to the market to get a new staff. Alasdil looked to the ground, to find 10 minas! "Old one, you forgot your coins!" he shouted. The old man looked back and shouted "Keep them, for it is worth as much as your kindness!" Alasdil smiled, and put the coins in his pouch. [i hope that I did well, and I cannot wait to join this server]

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Ionmaster How old are you?: 13 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: America, Illinois Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Very much so, I rarely make grammar mistakes, and when I do it is on a word I do not know. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: HoG, D&DO,LOTRO, Skyrim, DA:O, and D&D. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Planet Minecraft 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: Roleplaying is were you act out a scenario, or act how your character would act, think how your character would. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-Gaming is when you use information from an outside source IG and use it for your interests. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:Power Gaming is when you make your character un-kill-able. Or when you RP that you take the sword from your hand, and push it into your chest. That is power-gaming. In-Character Details Character Name: Alasdil Character Race: High 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: [i am using lore that I created, he is from a far away place that was destroyed, so I beg you not to hate me for this.] 200 years ago, a High Elf was born in the long lost island of Autumn Wood. On this island was a mystical forest that always had an autumn hue to its leaves. This High Elf was born to the family called Al'ilsmir. This High Elf was Alasdil. His family was over-joyed at his birth, and celebrated. His family was cursed with low numbers and he was one of the 10 Al'ilsmir left. His father and Alasdil were not that close, but had love for one another. He stayed with his mother more than his father for the first 10 years of his life. His mother Illiana was kind, thoughtful, and loved to read stories. Alasdil took after his mother in many ways, and gained her great love of nature and the hidden love of the other races. One day his mother told him of the other races, not the way his father or his other relatives would talk about them. She talked about their ups and downs, but always in a loving light. The race she talked about most kindly was the Dwarves, Humans, and the Kharajyr. After his 20th year, training with weapons started. He was adept at the magic arts, and trained under his grandmother Yasla for 35 years, then when his training ended, he trained under his Uncle Ulvath for swords-play for 10 years, but what he loved the most was training in the ways of the bow. His mother trained him in the ways of the bow for 45 years. At this point, his friendship with his mother could never end until his father found out about her opinions on the other races. They fought and screamed at one another. Until Alasdir came in and stopped his father from hurting her any further. He said this and only this: "Leave her alone!" He screamed at his father. "Punish me if you must, but leave her alone!" He screamed again. His father now looked quite angry, he looked as if he was going to draw out his sword and kill his disobedient son. "You dare threaten your father..." He bellowed menacingly, "Fine, I will punish you, but it will be your banishment from this family and this island!" He screamed. Alasdir ran out of that building so fast, that he did not get to take everything. All he took was a bow, a sword, and 50 coppers. He never saw the island again after that, and never heard of it again. As he sailed away from his home, he looked back and saw it disappear as if it was never there. As the day turned into night, he only had dreams of his mother, and his long lost island. He saw land several weeks after that, and landed on this beautiful land. What are your characters ambitions?: He is kind, and wishes to show that not all High Elves are self centered. He is generous, and will give to help people, but when money is offered he will not refuse, one does need to eat! Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: He will try to negotiate out of almost every situation, but will fight when needed. He likes peace more than violence. He has blonde hair from the magically charged area of Autumn Wood Island. 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? "Come here, come all to Galind's gears!" Shouted the poor dwarf. Alasdir walked up to the stall, seeing that he was quite poor, and looked at what he had. "How much for this... spoon?" He asked. "10 coppers lord High Elf." He responded. "Do you not think that over-priced?" He questioned. "Nay,that is how much I got it for, and it is the only one I have." He said sadly. "Ah then, I will buy it for 20 copper." He announces as he gives the money to Galind. "Thank you High Elf!" He said with glee. "No need to thank me, just trying to help." He said as he walked off without the spoon. 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? Alasdil hides in the bushes, hearing the orc and the dwarf fighting. From his frame of hearing, this is what he hears the orc yell about: "Give me the money dwarf, or you will be even shorter than before!" The orc said while holding his axe. "I'm sorry! I do not have the money! Please, PLEASE let me go!" The Dwarf cried. "Enough dwarf, you had your time, now it is time for you do die!" shouted the orc. "Gods no!" screamed the dwarf. This is when Alasdil sprang into action, quickly crippling the orc's arms with two well aimed arrows. The orc screamed in pain as one last arrow quickly sent him to the never-ending sleep of death. The orc was now dead, and the cowering Dwarf looked up at his saviour, and thanked him. "Thank you High Elf, thank you so much!" He said with great happiness. "No need, but here." He motioned towards the dead orc. "He might have some money that would be of use to you." The dwarf nodded and looted the orc. As Alasdil walked away, a cry of joy came from the dwarf as he was holding a magical stone. "Thank you High Elf!" 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?: As he walks into Malinor, he sees a old human fall with the breaking of his staff. Alasdil comes running to his aid. "Are you alright old one?" He asked as he helped the old man get up. "Yes... Yes I think I am." He said as he looked at the broken staff with sadness. The old man sighed as he got up. "That staff was in my family for generations, and I never thought it would die today..." he wandered. Alasdil takes some money out of his pouch and gives it to the old man. "Here, this will be enough to buy a good firm staff. "Thank you High Elf." he said as he went to the market to get a new staff. Alasdil looked to the ground, to find 10 gold coins! "Old one, you forgot your coins!" he shouted. The old man looked back and shouted "Keep them, for it is worth as much as your kindness!" Alasdil smiled, and put the coins in his pouch.