_Syanide_

Good to hear, welcome back.

*Syan watches the man speak with a rapt expression, nodding slowly as he considers his words. Before long he turns and starts strolling away with a considerate expression.* "What if hes right..." he mumbles to himself in a grave tone before walking off in the direction of Solace.

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: _Syanide_ How old are you?: Fifteen. Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Gmt -8 / Pst Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: I do. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: I've played on a few other roleplay servers, but have found them to be a bit underwhelming, not as serious as they claim to be, very few people actually roleplaying, etc. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: I have read them, and I do indeed agree with them. To prove this I will paste in my favorite rule: -PVP without RP is against the rules, your opponent must be made aware that you both are about to fight. I like this rule because most of the other roleplay servers I have had the (dis)pleasure of playing on have basically just been pvp servers with fancy skins and a few extra rules. I greatly look foreward to playing on a server that isn't like that. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I was told about it by a friend of mine, Korvic. He knew I've been looking for a good server to play on and suggested this one, from what I understand hes very fond of this server. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: This is the first, so far. 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've yet to post one on the minecraft forums, but by the time you read this, I'll most likely have posted it. (Edit: Posted.) Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is the act of taking on a character, adapting their personality and traits, and behaving as they would, instead of how you would. Roleplaying, to me, is the opportunity to be who you want to be. I hope thats an accurate enough defenition. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Metagaming is using out of character knowledge whilst in character, for example if someone were to oocly tell you that they want to assassinate someone, using that information IC and telling the person would be an act of metagaming. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: This is just a guess, as I've never heard of this term before, but I would assume that it is doing something that could be called 'overpowered' or unrealistic, perhaps emoting an action that your character wouldn't realisticly be able to do? In-Character Details Character Name: Syan Kazia Character Race: Wood 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: Syan was born under the shade of a newly bloomed apple tree, bearing the chocolate brown eyes and handsome, angular features of his Father- Vince- the dirty blonde, almost golden hair and darker skin of his Mother- Amelia. Syan's Father Vince was a scholarly and serious man, raised by human's who had adopted him as a child (hense the rather un-elven name) and he would die soon after Syan was born, the reason for his death is still unknown. Syan's Mother, Amelia, was a beautiful and caring wood elven woman, who loved nothing more than her only child that she knew she was so lucky to have. She would often tell Syan that he was the only thing keeping her sane after the death of his Father, the only thing standing between her and an early grave. Syan's early life (3-10) was dull, living in Malinor meant that there were no other children for him to befriend, so most of his time was spent climbing trees (for which his Mother scolded him constantly), being taught by his Mother, and reading his Father's old books. He was a calm child, mild-tempered for someone of his age. As he grew older, around the age of fifteen, Syan would come to start take care of his mother, who's mental health seemed to be slowly degrading, in this time he quickly learned all the more practical skills he would require for later life, how to cook and how to take care of a house, that type of thing. By the time Syan was eighteen, a tragic accident would take the life of his Mother. Syan had gone out to the market to sell some fish he had caught and Amelia had had the idea of suprising her son with dinner when he returned, she lit the fire and went to her bed to lie down and wait for the fire to burn down to embers... and promptly fell asleep. She'd forgotten to open the chimney flu. The house would fill with smoke within just minutes, the chimney catching fire as well. She would suffocate in her sleep. By the time Sayn returned to the house, which was made almost entirely of wood, it would be little more than a burning heap of rubble, and his Mother's corpse nothing more than ashes amongst ashes. Months pass, the pain of his Mother's death slowly dulls, and in its stead is left a new desire, a desire to start anew. What are your characters ambitions?: Syan's only ambition is to find a new start, nothing more... Yet. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Nothing comes to mind. 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? Syan spots the dwarf, pausing in his tracks and observing him with a curious expression. The shop-keeper bellows in a gruff tone, "Wares for sale! The finest chainmail in all of Asulon! Only one hundred Minas!" Syan considers for a moment before walking over and giving the dwarf an impish smile, "Hail, shop-keeper. Whats this I hear about the finest chainmail in Asulon?" he queries as his brown eyes look over the wide range of leather and chainmail armors on the stall. The dwarven shop-keeper looks to Syan in suprise, letting out a hearty laugh, "Ah! Lookin' fer some chainmail are 'ye? Well this 'ere is the best!" he takes a chainmail cuirass off of the table and expressively runs his hand down the finely detailed front, rings of different colors mixed in with the normal steel ones to create a look of embroidery, "This be 'teh finest dwarven steel, lightweight and there 'aint nothin' stronger." He puffs out his chest, seeming proud of his own work. "Impressive..." says Syan, admiring the clearly well-done work, "And for only a hundred minas? Not a bad price indeed... I'll take it!" he announces in an enthusiastic tone. "Ah! Fantastic lad." he holds his hand out expectantly. Syan takes out his coinpurse, counting out 100 minas and handing them to the dwarf. "Pleasure doin' business with yah lad, 'ave a great day." says the dwarf, smiling happily as he holds the cuirass out to Syan. Syan takes the cuirass with a slight nod, "Good luck with your shop~" says Syan with a wave, turning and strolling away. 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? Syan watches them with a faint frown, reaching down to retrieve a medium sized stone, which he hides behind his back as he walks over, "Oi, orc." he adresses the orc in a tone that isn't threatening, but demands attention. The orc spins around to face Syan with a snarl just as Syan flings the rock at his face, not hard enough to do any real damage. The orc is hit, stumbling back with an enraged growl. Syan looks to the dwarf and mouths the word, 'Run.' before quickly taking his own advise and bolting towards the human path, pausing only long enough to make sure that the orc is chasing him. The orc pursues Syan with a bellow of fury, charging at him. Syan lets out a surprised yelp at the speed of the orc, quickly breaking into a sprint to stay ahead of him, he manages to gain a bit of distance between them as he nears the exit to the tunnel. As he exits it he quickly turns left and manages to quickly climb into a tree, he hides in the foliage. The orc lumbers out of the tunnel, snorting and growling as he looks around for him. After a few minutes the orc gives up with another snarl, lumbering back into the tunnel. Syan hops down from the tree and stretches, laughing quietly to himself as he sets off down the road to Salvus. 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?: Syan ignores the coins, looking to the man with a worried expression as he kneels down, "Are you alright, sir?" The old man struggles to get back to his feet, failing and collapsing back to the ground, "Y-yes yes I'm fine, but I cant walk without my walking stick..." Syan takes the man's arm and drapes it around his shoulder, helping him stand and walking over to the grass where he sets him down gently, "One moment~" Syan looks around the trees, hoping to see a reasonably straight branch that could work as a walking stick, he first kneels down and works on collecting the Minas, silencing the beginnings of an incredulous remark on the man's part as he gives a kind smile, setting them back into the coin-purse and using some string to tie it shut, walking to the man and giving the coinpurse back to him. He then stands and walks over to a tree, having spotted a suitable branch, he draws a small serrated knife and climbs upwards to saw off the branch. Syan tapers the ends of the stick and gives an approving nod before walking back to the man and offering him the stick. The old man takes the stick and smiles gratefully at Syan, "Th-thank you for your kindness young man." Syan nods and turns, continuing on his way without a backwards glance.