Out-Of-Character Details
Minecraft Account Name: Anactofgod
How old are you?: 25 years old
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Standard Time, United States of America
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: I like to believe I have a moderate to high level of literacy. I have been told I am a good writer and, I have taken college level composition classes.
Have you had any previous experience role-playingaying?: Most role-playing experience has been on pre set role-playing games such as, Final Fantasy, Elder Scrolls series, Fallout series, Dragon Warrior, Legend of Zelda 2 (my role-playing game). The list is extensive and it also includes numerous MMORPGs.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes, I have read through the rules carefully and understand them.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: From a friend who plays on this server. This minecraft name is Truthseeker83
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: My link
Definitions
In your own words, define what role-playing is: Roleplaying is the act of placing yourself in role of a character or alter ego of your own creation. It includes keeping your role while interacting with others including but not limited to gestures, speech with another characters, and narrating your tone of voice or mood accordingly during these interactions as well.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is the cheapest thing you can do in role playing. When meta-gaming your are in essence cheap role-playing experience by using knowledge gained OOC to gain a advantage over fellow role players. It's not tolerated and not fun in general, this should be avoided completely and any indication of this will be reported by me personally if I witness indications that someone is doing so.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting is the act of performing feats with little to no descriptive value added in or, performing feats that one could not do under normal circumstances.
In-Character Details
Character Name: Bjorn Callister
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: Bjorn is 25 years old, Medium height of about 5'9, he has some noticeable scarring on his chest and legs but, he is still strikingly handsome. Having a rare trait of having one blue eye and one green eye, passed down from his father adding to the charm of his looks. A very dark brooding personality due to past events in his childhood.(Which I will explain in a memoir from his past in paragraph 2). He is an adept smith, a skill he picked up from watching and working with his father in their house in the wilds, as well as being true with a bow, which came almost naturally growing up hunting game for food.
All I remember are the cries, the cries of pain, of regret, of sadness. The sadness that they would never see their little boy grow up to be a man. It feels like it was just yesterday, the pain keeps the memory alive, what I could have been, how proud they would be to see me grow up and get married. That will never happen now but, my life will continue and they will be carried for ever in my heart. Thinking back on it now still pains me but,it will never be forgotten. The crickets were chirping outside of the single window of our little cabin. Deep in the wilds we lived in solace, just myself, my mother, and my father. The nearest town to my house was ShadowVale, the people there were nice enough but, I never got to stay long when we went into town and trade my fathers wares. Growing up I always wished I had a brother or sister to play with but, my parents were content with having me. At night I always loved to see the moonlight cascading through the window. My father always told me that the moon was the home of the Aenguls. He told me the reason it was out at night is to remind us that they are ever vigilant, keeping watch over us in case Iblees was ever freed from imprisonment. It gave me a sense of security, like my darkness was being taken away by my own personal silver lantern. I never knew if what my father told me was true but, I found comfort in those stories. This night felt different some how, I wish I would have know why. I could hear my mother sitting by the fireplace with father, talking in hushed voices as not to disturb me trying to fall asleep. They were talking about a caravan of traders who were found killed and their cargo still intact nearby. A farmer had found their remains and came with a warning for mother and father earlier in the day. "The work of bandits, I'm telling you." said mother. "If it was bandits they would have stolen the cargo, not a single piece of it gold or goods were touched." father replied. "I think it was the same group that attacked ShadowVale, everyone remembers that massacre, I don't know it's safe for us to be here." he said worriedly. He was pacing back and front of the fireplace at this point looking very troubled. "I don't know I have heard stories that Charles Greymane wrought destruction on the whole lot of them." mother replied to him. "I would hope for our sakes that he did finished the whole band off, if not I think we might want to consider going to Arethor, we could stay with my brother and, I could find work in the city." said father to mother. "Maybe your right we should probably start packing tomorrow, I think it's for the best because we have the safety of Bjorn to think of as well." mother said in a concerned tone. I started to drift off into though about the area the farmer described. I knew of the place the caravan had been found. It was only 500 paces from our home at the most. I remember the farmer saying that he couldn't find any footprints in the dirt nearby and, yet he said it look like the surrounding area had been disturbed by something. He said he thought that whoever did it knew how to cover their tracks so no one could find out where they headed afterwards. A shiver ran down my spine just thinking about it. I withdrew from my thoughts and realized the moonlight had stopped coming in through the window. I sat up in bed and looked out the window to see what was stopping it's beautiful silver light from touching my bed. The only thing I saw looking back at me was a dark figure, it's head resting right where the moon had been. A feeling of absolute terror had set in by this point. I was frozen, my skin grew cold and, I could feel a lump in my throat preventing me from even taking in a normal breath. A memory passed through my terrified mind, my father had told me stories of the destruction of Aegis since I was a boy. He would tell me about the hordes of the Undead that ravaged the lands and, laid waste to all life that came before them. Some how I knew that this was not a living creature, I could see the eyes of the creature staring back at me with a cold callous unfeeling stare.
I heard my father make is way across the room to my bed. His footsteps sounded like a his hammer smashing the anvil in our small workshop behind our cabin. Everything was intensified and slowed, I felt as if time was almost coming to a stop. He was finally by my bedside "Bjorn son what's wrong." he asked. I still just sat there stunned staring out the window. He followed my gaze to the window, it took him a few moments to realize what he was looking at. When he did realize it was too late. The creature that stood in the window shifted out of site. I saw another creature quickly making it's wayt towards the window. I almost looked human but something about it was wrong as well. It's movements were stiff, unnatural, almost like a puppet being forced to move at a masters call. On the hill beyond the clearing of the house I could see the light coming out of what looked like a stick held in the hands of a man in a robe. I looked back to the window and saw nothing at all now just a empty clearing and silence.
My heart was pounding out of my chest, I could hear it so clearly because even the insects now themselves were silent, just watching in terror as well at the events that were unfolding. There was a crash I broke out of my terror and looked over. My father's color had drained from his face. I think he somehow knew as well what as happening at this point. I looked back to the window started by the sudden noise breaking the dead silence within the cabin. Pushing through the window now were two arms, their flesh falling of with decay and ripped by the window's glass that was still protruding from their skin. The arms reached out grabbing me by my legs ripping the flesh with their jagged nails. I let out a scream, both of terror and pain. Never before had a endured pain like this before in my entire life. My father reached out grabbing me attempting to pull me away from the creature. He managed to break me free of the creatures grasp but, only for a moment. I started to move towards the end of the bed towards him, the creature reached out again trying to pry me towards the open window. I drew back but it still managed to grab ahold of my body with it's fingertips gouging flesh from my upper chest. My father reached forward attacking the creature with ferocity I had never seen in him before. He managed to stun the creature and knocked me out of the bed beyond it's reach. My mother ran to my side and scooped me up. She was crying when she got to me, overtaken with emotion she ran across the room leaving my father to fight the creature off alone. "Mother no don't leave father!" I screamed at her desperately. "He can't fight them alone we have to help him." I cried out pleading with her further. Suddenly I heard another crash come from the direction of the door. I looked over my mother's shoulder to see what the commotion was, in the doorway stood not a man but the remains of a man. A skeleton to be exact, in it's hands it gripped a old worn bow, It drew the bow back pointing it in my fathers direction. I let out a scream of terror, my father hadn't seen it yet. He was too busy fighting the Undead creature trying to come through the window. When he heard my scream he turned to look towards the door to see what came through. Just as he looked the skeleton let loose the arrowed drawn back in it's bow. I heard a twang and a whistle of the arrow ripping through the air, then I heard the thud of it hitting and tearing through soft flesh. My father turned towards me not even phased and started running towards me and my mother. Sticking out of the right breast of his chest was a single arrow. He looked at me with a panicked wild expression like a animal cornered by a hunter. My mother noticed what had happened to my father and started screaming hysterically. She ran to him and, he grabbed her with his free hand leading her towards the food storage room in the back of the house. When we got in he slammed the door behind us and jammed it shut with a chair sitting on the other side of the door off to the left. For now I felt safe but I knew it was far from over.
He pulled me up to look him in the face and said to me in a very strong tone. "Listen to me son, we won't have very long until they are inside." he said to me. "There is something I need to tell you" he said hurriedly. "There is a reason we don't live in the city, there is a reason I couldn't let you have friends growing up, me and your mother a long time ago made a deal with a man. he said to me with a pained expression on his face. "We wanted you son and we couldn't bear children as hard as we tried, we were told this man could help us for a price." by now his expression betrayed a feeling of absolute sadness. "I just want you to grow up to be a honest man, don't make the same choice we have in life, the time we have spent with you we will charish forever, I love you son." He said to me softly. "I'm going to hide you in the old linen chest I want you to stay there and not make a sound." "Do you understand me." he asked. "Father no." I said softly. He walked over to my mother and took me from her arms. I knew what was going to happen, I knew what had attacked that caravan now. Most importantly I knew this was the last time I would ever see my parents again. Sobbing the whole time he was crossing the room I let him lay me softly inside the chest and looked him in the eyes the entire time he was closing the lid. The lid creaked softly until I heard the the clunk of it resting closed.
Now everything I heard outside was muffled, my mother was still sobbing outside and it sounded as if father was trying to barracade the door further. All of a sudden there was another crash, I heard my mother scream and, it souned as if there was a scuffle near the door. I heard what sounded like water being spilled on the wooden floor of our cabin. My mother let out a scream and I could hear my father cry out in pain. My mother's scream went silent shortly after. I sat a quiet as a mouse and listened to my father's groans until they stopped soon followed by my mother's sobs ending abruptly. Then silence, a menacing, haunting silence. I kept listening hoping to hear my father walking towards the chest to pick me up and tell me everything was going to be ok. I'm kind of still waiting for that moment even today. Maybe if I could have said something my father could have gotten to his bow, maybe he could have fought off our attacker. I still blame myself for what happened to this very day, but one thing I swear to is that when I find the person who killed my parents, I will avenge their deaths.
What are your characters ambitions?: My characters ambitions are to follow in his fathers footsteps and become a smith. He also wishes to become a great bowman of renown skill throughout all the lands.
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Is there anything else you would like to say about your character? He is still actively searching for the person who killed his parents. The identity of this person is still unknown and will be revealed to him at a later date.
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?
(Walks up to the shopkeep and greet him saying) "Hail good dwarf, I've heard dwarven goods are of superior quality and set at a reasonable price" (I start looking over his wares noticing a fine long blade among his wares) "I see you eyeing that blade there, you have a good eye for quality" (the dwarf proclaims in a stearn voice.) "Aye, smithing is a skill also possessed by my family" I say to him cooly. (I pick the sword up from his stand and inspect it more closely, Noticing that the sword looks a bit worn.) "This sword was used before was it not" I inquire. "Yes sir, it was used by my father and, given to me before I left my homeland." (I set the sword back on the stall, looking over to lock eyes with the dwarf.) "I cannot take this from you I'm afraid, It would feel wrong to take something so important from you." (The dwarf looks down at the ground unable to meet my gaze) (I make my way over to the dwarf and rest my right and on his shoulder.) "I understand you need to make money to eat and make your way in this city, I'll take that fine axe resting in the corner for the price you deemed for the sword." (The dwarf looks up at me in utter amazement)"Sssir, I can never repay the gratitude you have shown me." (Smiling I walk over and sweep up the axe in my left hand.) "No need, you are a fine smith and, I'm sure this axe is worth more than it's weight in gold" I say in a happy tone.
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 quietly make my way towards the group poistioning myself to stand to the side of the pair between them.) (I reach them as their voices begin to escalate to a higher tone making me realize even more time is of the essence. "What seems to be the problem here" I cooly ask the pair. "He no understand my people, He offend me, Now must pay." said the orc in a angry tone. I dun know what your talking about laddie, hic, I was only trying to get meself home." said the dwarf almost mockingly with a smirk on his face. "His honor is offended and you say you have done nothing?" I ask the dwarf in a concerned tone. "Like I told you, I dun know what he is talking about, I simply had too much ale, hic, was on my way home, hic, I bumped in ta the laddie and, and he starts spoutin off at me bout honor and such, hic." (I notice the dwarf is obviously too drunk to understand the situation he has gotten himself into, I eye the orc from the corner of my vision to see the expression on his face, it seems angry and unforgiving.) "Wait right here for a second my good orc let me have a moment with our dwarf friend here." I exclaim peacefully to the orc. "Ok, me waits right here, you don't be long." says the orc. "Okay" I nodding my head in agreement. (I take the dwarf by the shoulder and lead him into a nearby alley.) "Okay, the orc isn't going to come looking for a few more minutes I want you to get home as soon as possible and don't stop for ANYTHING you hear me!" I say forcefully to the dwarf. (He grins looking at me in a half stupor.) No, problems there laddie I'll get there as fast as these stout legs of mine will take me." ( I watch the dwarf make his way around the corner hurriedly as a drunk dwarf can smiling the whole time, behind me I can hear the sound of the orc approaching me, I turn to face the orc and come face to face with him.) "Where did dwarf go!" he yells at me. "I sent him on his way he was drunk and meant you no harm, If you feel you have been offended by him you can take it up with him" I say calmly (I point over to the sleeping monk seated behind him.) (The orc looks back and stares a moment thinking about something.) "What he going do" he asked me looking back at me puzzled. "I'm not sure why don't you go ask him yourself?" I reply. (He looks at me puzzled again working it out slowly in his head.) "Ok" he says sounding unsure of what to do. (The orc turns walking away and wakes up the monk and starts telling him what happened.) (I turn quietly and start making my way down the same as alley as the dwarf heading towards my destination.)
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?:
( I move at quick pace to the side of the old man.) "Are you ok?" I ask in a concerned tone. "I'm afraid I am too weak to make this journey as I did many times in my youth." replies the old man weakly. (I reach over and pick the old man's spilt purse from the ground and gather the coins up within it once again.)(I make my way back to the old man's side without saying a word and help him from the ground letting him lean his weight on me.) "Would you like help getting to your destination?) I ask him assuredly. "I would greatly appreciate it young man" he says gratefully to me. "Well let us be on our way." I reply.( Together with the old man I start walking towards the direction he was heading in almost having to carry the full weight of his frail frame.) "I will pay you greatly when we get to my home." he says to me. "Any amount of money is fine if you feel the need to, I am just happy to help someone in need, I know myself what it feels like to helpless and wish that on no man." (We make our way down the road to the man's home where he thanks me again and watches me as I make my way off into the distance.
