b]Out-Of-Character Details
Minecraft Account Name: gamewalker100
How old are you?: 12
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Time 5:00 U.S.
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, I do.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: I played for a short time in Beta 1.7 on another roleplaying server but when minecraft updated to 1.8, it shut down
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes, I have.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: My Cousin/friend Monstermoo told me about the server, I had been looking for a Minecraft RP server so I decided to apply.
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/!: Yes, I have.
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying or RPing is the act of pretending to be a defined role in most of the time a virtual world
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is when a player using information known out of game in game ex. Bob: Hello Tim Tim: How do you know my name Bob: I don't know. Here Bob was meta-gaming because he knew a players name that he would not have in game. He knew it because he read the chat.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting or God-emoting is when you emtote things that are unfair or irresponsible ex. *Billy comes behind Joe and cuts his head off with his ax
In your own words, define what Out of Character (OOC) is: OOC is similar to meta-gaming because you are talking about your out of game life in game or saying things that your character would not normally say if he or she was real
In your own words, define what In Character (IC) is: IC is the opposite of OOC because you are saying things that your in game avatar would say, nothing from the real world or any random nonsense
In-Character Details
Character Name: Iendanf 'lun Quillwind
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: Hello, my name is Iendanf 'lun Quillwind but you may call me Iendanf. I am the first born of my father Inasd 'lore Quillwind. I am 414 years old. I was born in Laurelin. I am polite and intelligent but also instinctively protective and sometimes arrogant. I have one sibling. He is my younger brother, Rasthi Quillwind. I am 3 years older than him. I have platinum hair and violet eyes which is a very common trait in our family. I am known for wearing a purple and golden cloak. I weaved it myself when I was younger.
Ever since I was a young child I have had a fondness in bows and daggers. I spent my days as child training and training. I tried to train my brother but he was never as interested in bows as I was. He only really liked daggers so that is what I trained him in. As a high elf child, my arrogance sometimes got to me so I would be rude to the other Elven children. For high elves, our family was poor. I took up the responsibility as the breadwinner for the family. This is where my signature cloak can in handy. Since our family could not pay much for food I had to steal food for them. I would go to bakeries and such to steal food. That is how people came to know me. When I was caught, I was sparred because I was only about 14, but I was almost never caught. This is how I became skilled in sneaking and thievery. My father was a map maker. He had some of the best maps in the land. Rasthi was always interested in map making but I never took quite as much as an interest as he did. I would run away to get food and wine for my family. Sometimes I would be gone for days. This would really scare my father. He was always worried I would never come home. He loved me very much. He wanted me to take his place as the head of the map making shop when he died. He never wanted me to steal anything but. I know he was grateful as well because then we would have very little food. My little brother always looked up to me. When he was older he always asked if he could come to collect food with me. I would always say no, no matter what the circumstance. I cared about little Rasthi too much, I could never put him in harms way. Also, I'm sure my Father would never let him go.
When my brother turned 20 he left our little map making shop. I stayed with my father and mother. Someone had to look after them. When Laurelin burred to the ground due to the nether portal closing, Mother and Father were killed. I escaped our shop. After the fire was out I searched and searched for my family. I found their bodies. I sobbed for a week. After that I set out with pilgrims to the verge. I fared well in the voyage to Asulon. I found a beautiful High Elfess named Ashita Lorendanf. We fell in love but on the voyage she caught a disease and died. Once again I sobbed for a whole week. I loved her very much. Finally I reached Asulon. I became a traveler and went all across the land. I met many people but one stood out. His name was Yeahalla Deanfric. He was a wood elf and was a master of archery. I met him in Solace. I was practicing my marksmanship at an archery range in the city. He came up to me and said:
“ You have got quite a bit of talent for a high elf eh?”
“ Thank you sir!” said I, “ I have trained my whole life.”
“ Son, I run a school that trains in marksmanship and swordsmanship I train students in bows and daggers. We have a few other instructors. I would like you to apply and take the test.”
I decided to take a look at the old wood elf's school. I really enjoyed it so I applied. Yeahalla always told me that I passed the test with flying colors. Although I liked the other teachers, Yeahalla was my favorite.
I trained with Yeahalla for almost three years. He became like a father to me. Sadly, he caught a fatal illness and left the school to me. I stayed at the school for ten years and trained students in bows and daggers like Yeahalla. Then I decided it was time from me to move on from the old school in Solace. I gave the school to the blades man who was known as Djsuta Takeami. Then I traveled to the high elven city called Haelun'or. There I trained as an apothecary and an herbalist like many of my high elven brethren before me. I enjoyed enchanting and herbalism. I only stayed in Normandor for five years.
I then decided to live in the wild and see what life was like without civilization. I lived in the wild for two months. I felt like I was one with nature. I taught myself how to farm. My knowledge of herbalism really helped me in the wild.
I ventured back to the High Elven city or Haelun'or. I had discovered that I missed my brother very much when I saw a young high elf playing with his brother. I wrote a letter to my brother stating where I was and my adventures that I had in Asulon. I hope my letter reaches him soon. I miss little Rashti.
What are your characters ambitions?: To find his dear brother. To gain as much knowledge as possible. Gain more skills in sneaking, marksmanship, and daggers. Find a wife that he loved as much as Ashita. Have a family of his own.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character? My Brother is a real character in game.
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? As I walk along the road in Arethor, I see a Dwarf in tatted clothing. He looks extremely miserable. He is selling some ores and stones. I decided to approach the Dwarf, maybe spare him some food or money.
“ Karin'ayla there Dwarf, what are your prices on this iron ore.”
“ Well, allo there Elf. Five Minas fer five piece o' iron ore.”
I notice that the Dwarf is selling very cheap.
“ Here you go, I will take 4 pieces for 40 minas.”
“ Dank you sir... But sir why did ye givme 40 minas ye shoulda only gibben me 20.”
“ I see you are in need Dwarf. Tell me, what is your story?”
“ Dank yee Elf, ye are a kind Elf. I had a lovvng wife and two youngsters. We lived in the wilds. Life was very good Elf. But den, a group oh Bandits was roamin 'round the wilds. They raided me house and killed me family, they tried to kill me, but they couldnt beat me and ran off. Me house war wreaked. I had no money and since I was I miner, I got meself some iron ore and stone and came 'ere to Arethor.”
“ I feel pity for your tail of woe. I respect you Dwarf. Thank you for the ore. I hope you can get something nice with those minas.”
I walk away tossing a few more minas at the sad Dwarf.
"... This wont happen again Dwarf, you are lucky I like you..."
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? While taking a midnight stroll in the Cloud Sanctuary, I notice a small Dwarf being harassed by a large Orc. The Orc had what looked like an iron battleaxe on his back. Although, I am a bit scared by the weapon, the Dwarf reminds me of my brother, so I decide to interrogate the Orc.
“ Whoa whoa whoa Whats going on here!” I say.
“ DIS STOOPID DWARF TRIED TO GIVE MEH AN UNFAIR PWICE ON DIS ARRMOR.” Says the Orc
“ Well don't yell at him tell a guard or something. Don't make me report you both.”
The frightened Dwarf shutters, I can tell he could never fight the Orc.
“ YOU WOULDNT EEELF YOU WILL DIE FIRST!”
The large Orc takes out his battle ax and attempts to hit me. I roll to the side first and run behind a bush.
“ RWAARG WHERE ARE YOU ELFFF!”
While hiding behind the bush I pull out my bow. I attempt to shoot the Orc but I miss.
“ I SEE YOU ELF”
I run behind a pillar inside the sanctuary as he runs towards the bush. I sneak up behind him and attempt to stab him with my dagger. I hit him in the back and the Orc falls to the ground. I check his pulse.
“ He is still alive Dwarf. I am going to bring you both to the guards and explain the story.”
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 I see the old man fall to the ground. I decided to pick up the man's money and give it to him.
“ Hold on one moment, don't worry I will be right back to help you.” I say.
I walk casually to a low tree and snap off a weak branch
“ Here, take this branch and use it as a cane and take these 10 Minas.”
“ Oh bless your soul sonny I can't accept your Minas.”
“ Please take it it is a gift to you. But this wont happen again.”
“ Oh thank you kind Elf may you fare well.”
I walk away calmly.
" Pitiful old man." I say obnoxiously
