Out-Of-Character Details
Minecraft Account Name: mrshuby
How old are you?: 14
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: USA, Eastern Time.
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: This would be my second minecraft roleplay experience.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: From a friend.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:
http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/69840-my-aplication/page__p__557304__fromsearch__1#entry557304
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: Taking on a new persona (your character) and adventuring in a world of exploration and fantasy, while acting as your roleplay counterpart.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta gaming is when a person takes OOC information and applies it in-game. Example- Someone types *Picks pocket* in the chat and the character being stolen from turns around and says- "I'll kill you, you thief!" when in the roleplay the person shouldn't have known about the theft at all.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting is trying to force your will on a part of the roleplay you shouldn't have control over- for example- John cuts off Rick's arm, to which Rick incorrectly replies- no, because I killed you first.
In-Character Details
Character Name: Malfod Iron-Breaker.
Character Race: Dwarf
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:
Malfod is a Dwarf warrior who grew up in the mines. He has brownish-black hair, a long beard, and an extremely small stature, even for a Dwarf (He is 3"8' with his boots on.) with a temper to match his size. He is 28, and earned his surname when he was only 10, 4 months after he started to work the forges with his father. But Malfod's life was beginning to bore him. Sure he was a dwarf, and he really liked mining and digging for precious materials, but that was not his dream. No, he wanted to explore, and battle, and live in a world of fresh air. But unfortunately, there was no exploration, nor battle, nor fresh air in the mines. Just cold stone and shiny gems. But one day, Malfod had his chance- a scouting party. The mines they where digging in started to run low on emeralds, so a party had been formed to try and find caves with a better supply of the shiny green stones. The day he found out about the expedition, he signed up.
The day he left the mines was bitter sweet. He knew if he did what was planned, he may never return to the land of the dwarves. But his dreams where more important than that. He wanted adventure! So once they left the caves, Malfod deserted. He had finally escaped the mines! But he had not a clue where to hide from the dwarven search parties- except for one place- He was to hide under the enemy. He had to venture to the human kingdom and stay there, unless he wanted to be found and tried as a deserter. So he started on the road to the one place he could not be found. This road is where he had his first "real world" experience- he was robbed. You see, there never was much trouble in the mines. He wasn't exactly prepared for murder, pillaging, stealing, or the rest of the corruption that is outside the ground. The thief got away with his pouch by offering him a larger carrying pack for his supplies. He then pretended to drop the bag. While Malfod went to pick the bag up, the elf cut his coin pouch open and let the coins and precious materials spill. He proceeded to grab the precious things and run. This is what spurred Malfod's hatred for elves, and also what taught him how to survive. He is now adventuring around the wilds by the human nation, battling and exploring and breathing as much fresh air as he pleases.
What are your characters ambitions?: To find his equal match on the battle field or die a glorious death fighting his better, and to return to the dwarf nation someday to join the military (Only if he can avoid being tried as treasonous and a deserter.)
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: its too big to upload, but there is a screenshot on my last app.
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: He is very hostile to elves.
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?
*Looks at Dwarf* Let me help you my brother, I was once a poor son of Urguan in a big world. I would love to see your wares. *Takes look at Swords for Sale* This is fine steel my brother! Its tempered just right and as sharp as a nail! I used to forge myself, you know! *Pays Dwarf* I'll take two of them! These are fine weapons after all! Keep the extra for yourself, my good dwarf. You deserve it for your amazing craftsmanship. I'll definitely recommend you to my friends! *Speaking loudly so the crowd could here, and winking at the Dwarf that was down on his luck* *Whispers Your Welcome to the dwarf*
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?
Leave my kinsman alone! touch him and I swear upon the great Creator and upon the Aengul and Daemons that i'll climb up on your back and stick mine ax in your throat! *Takes out ax, wildly swings it and taunts the orc* I'll send you to the after-life if you continue to harass mine brother dwarf! *At this time I'm prepared to chop his leg down like a tree* Now leave this sanctuary before i have to taint it with your blood, foul orc! *To which the orc laughs hysterically at and walks away, still giggling like a madman*
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?:
Hello old one! Allow me to carve you another stick. *It takes a bit but I find a tree branch and carve it into a stick* Oh! Your Minas spilled! allow me to help you with that first. *I slip a few of his Minas into mine own pouch* Now be on your way old one. The road is long and the sun draws to a close soon. You must make it to an inn before night, for fear of bandits and thieves, and other nasty things. *This frightens the old man enough to send him hobbling down the road again*
