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    Architect Needed

    in Anthos Roleplay Archive

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    Corbett ponders for a moment whether or not he should send his builders and architects to assist in building, he re-reads the poster and grins at the amount of money, "Might be I'll do it..." he says to himself - though he has much and more to be done already. Perhaps he will get to it eventually, if it's not finished by the time he's done with his own work.

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    The Red Cross Grows

    in Anthos Roleplay Archive

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    Corbett, like Branaford and many others - begins ordering his Builders on a project castle to be built on Aerial's Peak. He believes this might be the best castle he has ever sent his men to build. Smiling, he slowly watches the progression of the Othaman Bannermen and Knights. The rhythm of hammers is his favorite type of music, besides the clash of steel on steel.

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    Wolvengard

    in Inactive Guilds

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    MC Name: eyad01

    Rank/Class applied for (Be specific): Rover

    Timezone: EST

    Skype: Eyad01

    Why do you wish to join: I was recruited by Branaford Fairheart due to my skills in good leadership & fighting.
    The wolvengard seems to be a very good choice of Guild, and I can see eye-to-eye with it's goals.

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    [✔] [Accepted] [Human Re-Application]

    in Implemented Applications

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    Out-Of-Character Information
     
    The simplest section of the application! Simply answer these questions so we can get to know you a bit better.
     
    What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: - eyad01
    How old are you?: - 15
    What time-zone do you live in?: - EST
     
     
    Have you ever roleplayed before - if you have, how?: - I have roleplayed in games other than Minecraft, playing in first-person and third-person RP. 
    Have you been on any other roleplaying servers?: - Yes, I have.
    Have you applied to this server before?(Please link past applications): - http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/95646-human-application/
     
     
    How did you hear about us?: - A few friends of mine have recommended me to play this server.
    What do you think the server will be like? - From what I have heard; very fun & enjoyable.
    Have you read and agreed to the rules?: - Yes.
    What’s your favourite rule / the rule you agree with the most?: - My favorite rule is;  you want to play a character who uses magic, then you'll also need to apply for that via a 'Magic Application'. Find out about Magic Applications here. Most roleplay servers I have been on do not allow Magic, at all. It'll be fun to see what kind of people have magic.
     
     
    Definitions
     
    This is simply so that we can get an understanding of how much you know about roleplaying. Feel free to Google the answers, but make sure that you write the reply in your own words, not another website / person's!
     
    What is roleplaying?: - The act of inserting yourself into the role of a made-up character, with their own personality, and habits.   
     
    What’s metagaming?: -  Using Role-play information and telling it Out-Of-Character, then using said info in Role-Play without ever having learned it via Role-Play.
     
    What’s powergaming?: - Not giving other players a chance to react to an action.
     
    In-Character Information
     
    Now you actually make your character - be creative but stay reasonable! Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up with a character that you actually want to play.
     
    What’s your character called?: - Corbett Wulfe
     
    What race are they (and sub-race)?: - Northerner
     
    What sex are they?: - Male
     
    How old are they?: - 25
     
    Give us a brief description of their life - their story, childhood, family: - Corbett was born on a small farmland, just outside the borders of Dal Cais, the first Adunian city of Anthos.
    His father was a relatively simple man, and a honourable man-at-arms who served faithfully in the armies of Elendil.
    After the wars, he was granted a small farm land, which he tended to greatly. It became a good influx of wheat, actually, and as such he became, to an extent, a profitable man.
    His wife, a beautiful elf woman who he managed to win over one day during a patrol (He saved her and her company from bandits), bore him two sons, and one daughter.
    His second born son he named Corbett, after a late and beloved uncle of his.
    All sons were raised and taught to be hard working men, who clung to the belief of you want something done right, you had to do it yourself. This gave him a head-strong attitude, a hindrance seen by some, a perk seen by others.
    When he was still young, a number of bandits chanced upon their farm, hungry, willing to do anything to get food.
    Corbett's father ordered his family all to hide, grim eyed. In his hands, he had a pie though...
    When they finally came out hours later, fear clutching their hearts, they found him merrily feasting with said bandits, who he had somehow managed to talk down!
    After this, Corbett valued the skill of speech, and the art of a silver-tongue. It would come in handy later.
    At the age of fifteen, Ulrik, his father, took him to the majestic city of Dal Cais, to show him his work at running a stall, and to present to him the inner workings of Adunian culture.
    It was here that his use of the silver tongue came quite in handy, selling his wares left and right, for unspeakable high prices as well.
    It wasn't long before his silver-tongued ways reached the women... as such he and his wares were thrown out of Dal Cais.
    His father was enraged at him and his actions, and on the same day tried to smash a wooden sword over his head.
    Corbett, who was carrying a number of said toy swords, raised it defensively.
    His father blinked a few times, looking at him. He smirked, before continuing to walk home.
    Without much to do, his father taught Corbett the simple arts of warfare, nothing on knighthood but more of what a man-at-arms does on the battlefield.
    Along the way, he learned the value of honour, as his father so long strived to teach him.
    At the age of nineteen, Corbett looked to his father, and simply told him he wanted to see the realm.
    His father could not deny his son, no matter how much it hurt him to see him go.
    Before he left, he granted him his old sword, and a slightly torn, still useful cloak.
    Corbett Wulfe departed with both his father's and mother's blessings, starting his Journey through out the realm.
     
    What are they like (personality)?: - Though he might seem a canniving man, Corbett has always looked for true love. He has also strived to further delve into the arts of weaponry, being only a meager swordsmen. 
     
    What are their ambitions?: - A curious man, with a confident and all-knowing attitude, otherwise known as "cocky". He is, to an extent, intelligent, more due to the time he's spent haggling than anything. His usual approach to things is with words, but a lack of patience can at times lead to him lashing out violently.
    He is, however, of an overall kind and helpful disposition, with a work-hard ethic, just like his father taught him all those years ago.
     
    Do they have any special skills?: - Archery, diplomacy, bargaining, haggling, swordsmanship, vendor.
     
    What are their weaknesses?: - When you combine women, mead and Corbett, you get his blissful fantasy. At times, this can, and will no doubt be used against him. 
     
    Give us a description of how they look (not a screenshot yet!)?: - 'Cheekbones chiseled on a feline-like face'. Brown hair with dark blue eyes. A cleanly shaved chin with a strong jaw and a winning smile. Fairly muscular.  
     
    Anything else you want to say about them?: - Nope.
     
     
     
    Please give us a screenshot of your character’s skin: - GYUybSi.png I will soon change the skin afterwards to match with the description of his appearance. But, for now, here it is.
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    [Denied][Human Application]

    in Denied Applications

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    Minecraft Account Name: eyad01
    How old are you?: 15
    Time-Zone: EST  
    Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
    What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have role-played in games besides Minecraft, and I have role-played in other Minecraft servers.
    How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: A few friends of mine play this server, and have recommended me to make an Application because, as they say, I am a good role-player.
    Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: None.
    Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yes
    Have you read the Human 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: The act of inserting yourself into the role of a made-up character, with their own personality, and habits.   
    Meta-gaming: Using Role-play information and telling it Out-Of-Character.
    Power-emoting: Not giving other players a chance to react to an action.
     
    In-Character Information:
    Complete the following biography on your character:
     
    Full Name: Corbett Wulfe
    Current Age: 25
    Sub-race (if any): Northerner 
    Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):Corbett was born on a small farmland, just outside the borders of Dal Cais, the first Adunian city of Anthos.
    His father was a relatively simple man, and a honourable man-at-arms who served faithfully in the armies of Elendil.
    After the wars, he was granted a small farm land, which he tended to greatly. It became a good influx of wheat, actually, and as such he became, to an extent, a profitable man.
    His wife, a beautiful elf woman who he managed to win over one day during a patrol (He saved her and her company from bandits), bore him two sons, and one daughter.
    His second born son he named Corbett, after a late and beloved uncle of his.
    All sons were raised and taught to be hard working men, who clung to the belief of you want something done right, you had to do it yourself. This gave him a head-strong attitude, a hindrance seen by some, a perk seen by others.
    When he was still young, a number of bandits chanced upon their farm, hungry, willing to do anything to get food.
    Corbett's father ordered his family all to hide, grim eyed. In his hands, he had a pie though...
    When they finally came out hours later, fear clutching their hearts, they found him merrily feasting with said bandits, who he had somehow managed to talk down!
    After this, Corbett valued the skill of speech, and the art of a silver-tongue. It would come in handy later.
    At the age of fifteen, Ulrik, his father, took him to the majestic city of Dal Cais, to show him his work at running a stall, and to present to him the inner workings of Adunian culture.
    It was here that his use of the silver tongue came quite in handy, selling his wares left and right, for unspeakable high prices as well.
    It wasn't long before his silver-tongued ways reached the women... as such he and his wares were thrown out of Dal Cais.
    His father was enraged at him and his actions, and on the same day tried to smash a wooden sword over his head.
    Corbett, who was carrying a number of said toy swords, raised it defensively.
    His father blinked a few times, looking at him. He smirked, before continuing to walk home.
    Without much to do, his father taught Corbett the simple arts of warfare, nothing on knighthood but more of what a man-at-arms does on the battlefield.
    Along the way, he learned the value of honour, as his father so long strived to teach him.
    At the age of nineteen, Corbett looked to his father, and simply told him he wanted to see the realm.
    His father could not deny his son, no matter how much it hurt him to see him go.
    Before he left, he granted him his old sword, and a slightly torn, still useful cloak.
    Corbett Wulfe departed with both his father's and mother's blessings, starting his Journey through out the realm.
    Ambitions for the Future: Though he might seem a canniving man, Corbett has always looked for true love. He has also strived to further delve into the arts of weaponry, being only a meager swordsmen. 
    Personality: A curious man, with a confident and all-knowing attitude, otherwise known as "cocky". He is, to an extent, intelligent, more due to the time he's spent haggling than anything. His usual approach to things is with words, but a lack of patience can at times lead to him lashing out violently.
    He is, however, of an overall kind and helpful disposition, with a work-hard ethic, just like his father taught him all those years ago.
    Skills: Archery, diplomacy, bargaining, haggling, swordsmanship, vendor.
    Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): 'Cheekbones chiseled on a feline-like face'. Brown hair with dark blue eyes. Six o' clock shadow with a winning smile. Muscular.  
    Any other details you wish to share about your character:When you combine women, mead and Corbett, you get his blissful fantasy. At times, this can, and will no doubt be used against him. 
    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. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do?
     
    Answer: A lone, tired Corbett starts the long journey back home to his small farmstead. It had been a good day, to be honest. Nothing out of the ordinary... until now.
    He notes this hooded stranger, making his way towards the Palace.
    At first he makes nothing of it, but he simply stands out from the crowd, his cowl shielding his no doubt evil intentions.
    Corbett chooses not to pursue,  best not to make a scene here in the capital. For all he knows, the man is innocent, and he would end up the one in prison.
    The logical course of action would be to inform the guards.
    Ofcourse, being who he is, he likes to be original.
    Instead, he walks towards a nearby restaurant, and, standing outside it, yells at the top of his lungs:
    "OI! Would yah look at that hooded man o'er there! Very edgy!"
    At this, the whole crowd turned to see the commotion.
    The man, jumps as he already was, flipped, trying to shove through the crowd.
    Ofcourse, the man who yelled it was inside the restaurant, hidden from any watchful eyes or the man's allies.
    Corbett allowed himself a grin, before a wonderful scent wafting from the kitchen almost forced him to sit down and eat.
     
     
    2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?
     
    Answer: Corbett nonchalantly approaches the situation, sword sheathed. he swaggers confidently, with a easy smile.
    The bandits eye him wearily. "Dun come any clo'er!" They call out.
    "Oi, we're all 'ere fer the same reasons, aren't we?" Corbett calls out, grinning wolfishly towards the poor old man.
    "Aye then, but I got me eye on yah!" the bandit calls out, turning back his attention to the old man.
    Corbett chuckles, holding his stomach with one hand.
    They never notice his other.
    For it fell to his sword hilt.
    In one swift, well-practiced motion, it came out of it's sheath with a silent, wary hiss.
    It all happened in the blink of an eye, to be honest.
    Corbett caught the bandit before him offguard, stabbing down on the heavily armoured foe.
    The rusted bandits gear proved no match against the sword's sharpened point, and proceeded to stick him like a pig, ironically equivalent to what the damned raider was in life.
    He shoved the body back with his boot, tearing the sword out of the bandit and with the same motion causing the second, surprised bandit to stumble, his friends body sent reeling into him.
    Before he could react accordingly, his sword trapped under the mass of his friend, a rather large blade came whirling down towards his neck.
    He was given no chance to scream as it severed his head, leaving it bloodily rolling across the floor.
    He simply nodded to the old man, before the corner of his cloak to wipe the blood off his cleverly-wielded blade.
    Without need of compensation, Corbett walked away, his usual self.
     
    3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens).
     
    Answer: Corbett strides over to the stall, his curious eyes darting this way and that. His meager earnings and humble lifestyle have taught him to stay away from rings or other simple pieces that wouldn't help him in his life.
    His eyes, instead, look over to a double-bladed axe, one of a fine make, maybe even dwarvish judging by the steel patterns.
    His sword is a fine weapon, he knows, but in any case, this weapon would do well in his hands, as a weapon, tool, and even as a meager show of power.
    "How much for this piece right 'ere?" he shortly says, pointing to the axe he'd by now fallen in love with.
    The vendor looks the man over, and, judging him to be a man who had enough money to buy it, answers him respectfully.
    "Fer that axe, i'll give it tah yah fer 80 minas I will."
    "Eighty min-?!" He stops himself, realizing his stance must make him look like some kind of man of power.
    Instead, he calmly begins the long process of haggling with the man.
    "Eightt minas?" he says with dignity, "Albeit the damned dwarves sell it fer less! It be well worth the walk, I'm sure."
    He spins on his heel for effect, as if to walk away.
    "Wait just a minute!" The greedy stall-owner called out.
    He hid his smirk of satisfaction as he turned back to the man, cocking an eyebrow and looking at him with a mock-confused look.
    "Ah. You are a smart man, then, vendor. I admire that in people, yah know? All together too rare these days."
    "Aye, yer too roigh' lad, just the other day..." The stall vendor launched into conversation, of course the classic talkative merchant.
    Near the end of the best of a hour, the man finished with "Where we're we?"
    Corbett smiled, pointing simply to the axe.
    "Ah of course! Well fer a man as kind as ye-self, Ill leave it fer 30 minas I will!"
    Corbett allowed himself a grin, dropping a small pouch of minas infront of the vendor.
    He greedily snatched it up. In the same motion, Corbett took up the axe, hefting it over his shoulder. "Pleasure doin' business with yah, aye?"
    With a curt nod to the vendor, he walked off nonchalantly, a powerful new tool in his hands a new friend at his back.
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