Out-Of-Character Details
Minecraft Account Name: KAlessandro
How old are you?: 17
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT+1/France
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: More or better
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Nope, haven’t role-played before.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: I have read and agree to the rules.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: A friend, Lego XBOX
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: None
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/!: N/A
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:
Acting a character of your imagination which you’ve put into a world. For example: I create a police character in a city RP and have to act as a policeman would.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:
Using external means to make your character know things your he wouldn’t be able to know. For example your friend on Skype says he is going to kill your wife and your character teleports to save his wife (Using OOC in IC).
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:
It’s the act of not letting the person from another party react to an RP action, otherwise said, forcing an action onto them. For example, *Character A kills character B, killing him instantly.* The correct way would be, *Character A tries stabbing character B in the neck.*
In-Character Details
Character Name: Taurnil Elensar
Character Race: Half High, Half Dark 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:
I was born as a Dark Elf in the city of the High Elves, Haelun'or. The day I was born revealed the lies that my high elven parents had been telling about the purity of their high blood. The High Elves considered it as treason to their own race and ordered my exile and the death of my parents. I was recovered by a Wood Elf family and was raised as one of them and learned their customs. My childhood wasn’t the best time of my life because I didn’t fit it in my environment for I was too tall for a Dark Elf and too dark colored for a High El, furthermore, I didn’t look like my foster parents. I was mocked all the time, so by the age of my maturity I left the village with my foster dad’s sword. In the the woods I learnt to defend myself against wolves and other monsters. I then went on the search for my real parents because I didn’t know then that they had been killed. I wandered off into the other parts of Asulon to find my origins. A few years later I discovered the truth.
I am a fairly atypical Dark Elf with a combined attitude of all elven cultures and mentality. I am way taller than most Dark Elves, but I am lighter skin colored. I have silvery long hair and wear a white robe. I am stubborn but don't go to far if I see there can be trouble. I'm proud of myself as I think I am greater than any other race of elf since I am a mix of all. I wouldn’t try messing with me, I’m not that kind of elf that does not react. I make sure not to spend time with people whom I am not sure of since, I’m quite the cautious one; I do take time before picking my friends and whom I have my journey with. This Seed I will be turning 20 years of age.
What are your characters ambitions?: Try to discover my origins
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: I am far too stylish, some may say, because of my combined cultures of Dark Elves and High 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 role-play. 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?
I walk by the poor dwarf disgusted by the way he is dressed and stop to contemplate his poor state and then walk over a tavern which is across the road where a bunch of drunken peasants are discussing and laughing at each other. I go up to one of them and say “Check out the toad over there, can you believe how he is dressed”, then I start laughing and the peasants join me and throw insults of all kinds to the poor dwarf. The poor dwarf boils red and lets out a yell throwing a rusty shovel at the crowd which only travels half the way before it hits the ground. He then storms down the street with his limited belongings as the peasants and I keep laughing at his appearance.
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 walk straight to the monk to avoid the Orc and being turned into a shish kebab. I tap the monk on the head. He grumbles in his sleep and doesn’t wake. Then I find it funny to use his head as a drum. The monk then wakes up startled yelling at me and cursing. The Orc and the dwarf both look up to the yelling monk seeing me dressed in my beautiful fashion. I take the opportunity to run off out of the Temple supposing the monk would take of the situation.
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 walk up cautiously to the old man and seeing that he is gravely hurt I lightly place a white silk cloth over him. Then get up and start to walk. Suddenly I hear him yelling, cursing, and saying he is not dead. So I stroll back, take the silk blanket off and put it away. I then help him up and sit him on a rock. I collect his money put it back in his bag and stay with him until a druid of the Normandor forest comes along. I explain the situation and leave the old man to the druid. I start walking, but stop a second, turn around and yell “You just made me lose one precious hour of my life you valah!”.
