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MC Name: Xiryks Character Name: Thain Character Age: 40 Profession: Currently has no profession, but plan to join the clergy/religious area. Appearance: A generic looking Mountain-Dwarf, brown hair with dark brown eyes. Sporting an iron helmet, which was given to his mother as a present from his father. Bloodline and relation to other clan members (Feel free to contact me for guidance): A bastard child of Thorin Grandaxe, born out of wedlock. Short Biography: Thain was raised by his mother, being the only man in the house, he grew up quickly and took on responsibility for his mother but alas she grew old and became more frail with every passing day. Eventually falling sick, Thain had no idea of how to cure his mother's ailments, he quickly ran to a shrine of Anbella and prayed for his mother, tears stinging his eyes, he was desperate for his mothers life but Thain believed his mother dead. As he walked down to his home, as he entered the house he saw his mother's body, lying on her bed and not moving. Thain was beside himself with quickened grief, but out the corner of his eye he saw his mothers chest move, she was asleep. A week since that frightful night, every night Thain would go to the shrine and pray for his mother's life but this time it was obvious that she was on her death bed, she begged Thain to let her go and to stand by her as she goes to Khaz'A'Dentrumm. Tears in his eyes, she reflected to how brave a dwarf Thain was, and how he was just like his father a strong dwarf. She said, Thorin Grandaxe was his name, and since that night where his mother passed on, so did Thain. (If the bio isn't up to standards, I would be more than happy to change it) The role you expect to take in the clan: Nothing special, just a regular member. Since, Thain just wants to reconcile with his father and become useful to him. (Not sure if I understand the question completely) An image of the skin you intend to use:

OOC Information: MC name: Xiryks Do you have TS: Aye Age(Optional): 19 Skype(Needed for Chat): I would prefer to PM you my Skype. IC Information: *You are presented with the Document and a Quill* First Name: Skylar Sername/House: Blackwood Age: 25 Sex: Male Copy of Your Citizenship Papers: Imperial Citizenship Form 1.0.0 Name: Skylar Surname/House: Blackwood Age: 25 Gender: Male Race: Human Citizen Ship Class (A or B): B Physical Description Height: 6ft Weight: 150pounds Eye Color: Black Hair Color: Black Skin Color/Shade: Lightly Tanned Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: Scar over his eye Personal Information Home Address (Leave blank if unknown): Nation of Residence (Choose one: Renatus, Salvus, Hanseti, Seventis): Was Hanseti, moving to Salvus. Profession/Occupation: Security, Joining "The Enforcers Of Oren" Oath(s) of Loyalty For all classes of Citizenship (fill your name in the blanks): "I, Sky Blackwood, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Oren Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred should I violate the law." Your Enforcer Nickname: Sky Do you understand that when your on duty you MUST wear the uniform and helmet and MUST /setname Enforcer "Your Nickname"?: Aye I understand --------------------------------- Skills: Negotiation, Communication, Administration and Daggers. Reason for Joining: Wanting something more with his life, and to help the place he loves. Are you more Ranger or Warrior?: Ranger --------------------------------- Oath: I Skylar Blackwood here by swear my life and honor to the duty's of Law for Oren until I am released upon my duty. I Skylar Blackwood Shall never Abandon the law, I Skylar Blackwood shall Never break the law, I Skylar Blackwood shall never Abuse the law, I am Law. *signed* Skylar Blackwood

Imperial Citizenship Form 1.0.0 Name: Skylar Surname/House: Blackwood Age: 25 Gender: Male Race: Human Citizen Ship Class (A or B): B Physical Description Height: 6ft Weight: 150pounds Eye Color: Black Hair Color: Black Skin Color/Shade: Lightly Tanned Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: Scar over his eye Personal Information Home Address (Leave blank if unknown): Nation of Residence (Choose one: Renatus, Salvus, Hanseti, Seventis): Was Hanseti, moving to Salvus. Profession/Occupation: Security, Joining "The Enforcers Of Oren" Oath(s) of Loyalty For all classes of Citizenship (fill your name in the blanks): "I, Sky Blackwood, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Oren Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred should I violate the law."

[[ Since it seems no one is actually part of said house anymore, am I allowed to use the name? It would make sense in my roleplay is all and since some people have already confused me with them already. ]]

[[ I was wondering, what exactly IS an exiled house, what happens if an exiled house member is spotted? Also, my character has the last name of Malistar, very similar to Malstar. Am I allowed to join the exiled house, it would help my role play but of course I am asking questions, before I go ahead with it. ]]

Local children and homeless men, come by the body assuming it a fake creation of paper concealing food or better yet candy, they immediately pick up sticks and start whacking the body hoping food or candy falls out of it.

[i would like to become a squire to eventually join the guard, what are the steps I must take to become one?]

(lolwut)

Gladly accepts the money from the elf with a smile, handing over the chains that were attached to the Kha.

The trader eyes him up and down thinking, pondering even. "How lon, willin I wait?"

The trader ponders at both the buyers for a while and then smiles widely. "Showin me da minas now, or nuffinfur yu"

The trader couldn't help but enjoy the fuss being done over his slave, but his attention was stolen from the mention of three hundred minas. "Tha beast, yurs" The trader looks at the other buyer with a mischievous smile. "Dat is iffin yu dun wan pay mur"

The trader frowns, a look of distaste on his face from the offer. He looks the man up and down, then looks at his slave thinking curiously. "Beast be gud, guld n' irun do nuffin fur me. Minas ur nuffin."

[OOC- You will not have to pay a cent, I roleplay as this character and just need some sort of background to how I get into the buyers company. My timezone is +10, just so you know when I am on and not] A traveling slave trader can be seen exiting the wilds dock, holding but one chain attached to a Kharajyr. He was an average sized black Pantera, wearing a solid iron collar around his neck. Everyone who sees the trader could also hear the mans horse throat screaming out "Beast fu sal. Two hundrid minas" The Kharajyr was ever so silent, considering the position he was in, simply just followed the man who had him chained up. Every now and then, he would raise his head up and gaze into the distance or at the passerby but quickly drop his gaze as if he was scared of punishment for a simple glance pass.

*Makes his way to the tavern, thirsty from the days labor and joins his brothers at the table listening in to their conversation. Laughing when they laughed and finding the very thought of us surrendering laughable at best*

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Xiryks How old are you?: 18 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: +10 Australia, NSW (Eastern) Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: I believe that I do Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes I have had a lot of previous RP experience through multiple games and other servers Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes I have read and do agree with them How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I don't recall how I heard about it originally, I believe it was by searching in Google for RP servers Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: N/A 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 done that. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Creating a persona of similar or different traits to your own and playing as the role of said persona. Whilst doing that you separate the persona and your personal beliefs and take on those which your "character" has developed. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Using information in which you have obtained through outside sources and implementing them in game. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Doing an action in which someone cannot control, ultimately benefiting the person who did the action. Example being, *Shoves sword through chest* instead of the more appropriate *raises his sword* In-Character Details Character Name: Xiryks Halisstrad Character Race: 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: Running, always running, where to? Why? I don’t know, I have been running for as long as I can remember, through the forest, forever by the sides of the only friends I have known. That may seem like an amazing thing, but the trees were what I was referring to, they are the only friends I have known. The only friends I can remember having, just like me running all I can remember. For me, the fact that I can remember the trees are my friends is enough to put a slight smile to my face. It’s amazing how someones head works, really a magical thing to me. You see one day you can have your head filled with years of memories and it takes such a small thing to change that, such a small inconvenience to shake up the balance, what was that thing you may think? Well that is another downside to the “side-effect” of the accident, you forget what happened. All I do remember is what occurred after I woke up in, a seemingly abandoned house, who owned it, beats me but it did give me shelter for the following couple of nights from the harshness of the world. From the strange slumber, did I wake. Opening my eyelids ever so slowly, as if I was opening them for the first time and afraid I will break them. The first sight that came to me was that of the sunshine, shining through a hole in the wall. Blinking ever so slowly, I raised my back and sat up on top of what looked like a hard surface of red wool. Sliding off of the wool as gently as can be done, feet hitting the ground with no sound. As soon as my bearings were settled, I took my time to walk towards the doorway. As I approached it, my legs collapsed and I fell to the floor. All that could be done from there is crawl, crawl towards the doorway. As I reached the doorway I saw that there was some water in the distant, this for reasons I don’t seem to understand, made me gain some strength to stand up again, with the help of the door frame. I walked, well more correctly limped, towards the water as carefully as I could. As I made it to the water, I bent down and washed my face and had a good drink, as if I have never had water in my life. As I lifted my face away, dripping with water, I took a good look at my face. My skin being a darker colour than the colours around me, my hair short and wet was a grey colour and pointy sharp ears, this told me one thing. I am an Elf, or more correctly a Dark Elf. The one thing I didn’t understand is that my eyes, the colour more correctly. Were a colour of deep red, or a dark crimson, this scared me but for some strange reason made me comfortable. This I do not understand but what I do understand now is what I look like and that is all that matters for now. Sitting now, by the water, I had time to breathe in the nice air and survey the area. Looking around the area noticing that the house was not that far from the edge of a forest, said forest seemed oddly familiar. Which filled my body with excitement, the sudden feeling of knowing where I was. Even now the forests that inhabit Malinor look ever so beautiful in the light of a rising sun. Once I had enough strength to stand up, I made my way to the forest. The idea was to make my way towards Normandor. Why I wanted to go there? I have no clue, but as I saw this forest the name Normander just came into mind, and as fast as it came to mind, I was on my way through the forest. After a while of traveling through the forest, I started to actually sink into deep thought and nothing but questions popped into my head, like “Why was I in that house?” and “Why can I not remember anything before now?”. Because of my thoughts I didn’t notice that I ran straight through someones camp, destroying their fire. I stopped instantly, looked around and was about to run again before I heard a yell come from a tented shelter. I stood still and faced it, and out came an odd looking person who, for unknown reasons, seemed to recognise me. The man said something about being surprised I survived after what he and his friends did and before I knew it he drew his sword. Friend or foe, I was put into fight or flight mode and what I did was something stupid. As the man drew his sword, and raised it towards me, my mind went silent and everything seemed to be at a slower motion, either that or my mind started to grind much faster. He advanced towards me, raising his sword more to swipe at me and at this point I dashed to him and drove my shoulder into his gut, making him collapse to the ground. As soon as I rose, I ran as fast as I could from that man. Though it didn’t take long for that man to get back up and catch up to me running through the forest. As soon as I saw him, I stopped and got ready to fight him and most likely die to this mans sword. But as he approached me and was about to deliver the killing strike, something happened. The man, he just collapsed. It took me a moment to realize that there was blood spattered over me and an arrow buried deep in the mans head. What did this? Where did it come from? Is he friendly? Am I next? Were some of the questions that ran through my head, but were all instantly dropped the second another arrow shot, only inches from my face. I looked in the direction it came from and what I saw made my heart drop. A monster, which seemed to look like a real moving skeleton, of all things but I didn’t stay to question it on it’s existence, I took this time to run for it and make as much distance between me and that thing. After what could've been a good, whole day of running I knew I was safe. I began to slow down to a walk and the second I did, it felt as if I got punched in my gut and that is when I remembered I didn’t eat anything for as long... well as long as I can remember. So now I wander this forest looking for Normandor, and well some food would be nice. This is my story, or well the beginning of my story as it has only really begun. What are your characters ambitions?: To survive and learn what type of person he is Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: I made him this way so that my life isn’t “set out” and that I can have a more flexible way to deal with roleplay situations in the future and so that he can grow as much as I can get him to. 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? Well this would depend on if I have coin or not, so I shall give you two responses. Response One: I see this Dwarf selling his wares to those who are around him. I wander over to the shop keep and browse their wares and converse with the person, being as friendly as I could be. If there is something there that I would want to buy and I can afford it, I would buy that and give a tip to the shopkeep. If there isn’t something there I wanted, I would buy something cheap but pay over the price of what it is. Response Two: seeing this Dwarf, and having a similar problem of little to no coin I would wander over and offer the shopkeep my help, if they would accept I would do what I could to help them. Be it advertise the shop to even going out and collecting some supplies to re-stock, I would be more than glad to help them in their ambitions. You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? I would walk into the mix, trying to get in between them. Ask why there is an argument happening, and try to get to the bottom of it. If I have the ability to stop it, I would. If it escalates to a fight and they are both willing to fight, I would simply leave the area as no matter what I say nothing would be done. If, say the Dwarf is the victim and doesn’t want to fight I would try my hardest to get in between them and give time for the Dwarf to escape and vice versa. 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 would help the man to his feet, or help him sit down properly. When he is comfortable, I would carry on to pick up all the coins and proceed to put them into a bag of my own. Giving said bag to the old man, so that his coins do not spill. As for his stick, if there was a substitute that I could use for it, I would and make sure it isn’t going to break any time soon. Helping him to his feet and giving him the substitute stick, and follow him to his destination, incase it breaks once more. If there is nothing I could use as a substitute I would help him walk the entire way to his destination. (Side note: I did post this about an hour off the 24 hour mark, and I am sorry for that. It's just that where I live, it's 3:27am. Sorry again.)

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Xiryks How old are you?: 18 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: +10 Australia, NSW (Eastern) Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: I believe that I do Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes I have had a lot of previous RP experience through multiple games and other servers Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes I have read and do agree with them How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I don't recall how I heard about it originally, I believe it was by searching in Google for RP servers Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: N/A 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 done that. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Creating a persona of similar or different traits to your own and playing as the role of said persona. Whilst doing that you separate the persona and your personal beliefs and take on those which your "character" has developed. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Using information in which you have obtained through outside sources and implementing them in game. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Making your created character be overly powerful or "godlike" In-Character Details Character Name: Skyrix Halisstrad Character Race: 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: Running, always running, where to? Why? I don’t know, I have been running for as long as I can remember, through the forest, forever by the sides of the only friends I have known. That may seem like an amazing thing, but the trees were what I was referring to, they are the only friends I have known. The only friends I can remember having, just like me running all I can remember. For me, the fact that I can remember the trees are my friends is enough to put a slight smile to my face. It’s amazing how someones head works, really a magical thing to me. You see one day you can have your head filled with years of memories and it takes such a small thing to change that, such a small inconvenience to shake up the balance, what was that thing you may think? Well that is another downside to the “side-effect” of the accident, you forget what happened. All I do remember is what occurred after I woke up in, a seemingly abandoned house, who owned it, beats me but it did give me shelter for the following couple of nights from the harshness of the world. From the strange slumber, did I wake. Opening my eyelids ever so slowly, as if I was opening them for the first time and afraid I will break them. The first sight that came to me was that of the sunshine, shining through a hole in the wall. Blinking ever so slowly, I raised my back and sat up on top of what looked like a hard surface of red wool. Sliding off of the wool as gently as can be done, feet hitting the ground with no sound. As soon as my bearings were settled, I took my time to walk towards the doorway. As I approached it, my legs collapsed and I fell to the floor. All that could be done from there is crawl, crawl towards the doorway. As I reached the doorway I saw that there was some water in the distant, this for reasons I don’t seem to understand, made me gain some strength to stand up again, with the help of the door frame. I walked, well more correctly limped, towards the water as carefully as I could. As I made it to the water, I bent down and washed my face and had a good drink, as if I have never had water in my life. As I lifted my face away, dripping with water, I took a good look at my face. My skin being a darker colour than the colours around me, my hair short and wet was a grey colour and pointy sharp ears, this told me one thing. I am an Elf, or more correctly a Dark Elf. The one thing I didn’t understand is that my eyes, the colour more correctly. Were a colour of deep red, or a dark crimson, this scared me but for some strange reason made me comfortable. This I do not understand but what I do understand now is what I look like and that is all that matters for now. That is all I know, from that day I lived day by day on my own. I eventually found a dark forest and decided to call that home. How long I have been on my own? I don’t even know. I let my hair grow, but it never grew fast. One day in particular, not that long ago to be honest, I saw a man getting attacked by a strange looking monster. Of course the monster killed this man, I was upset by this but thought it as a great opportunity to steal some supplies and some clothes. For a while now the clothes I wore did not fit me completely and I needed some that fits. So I threw something behind the monster to distract it, I ran in and stole the clothes and ran away. This is my story, or well the beginning of my story as it has only really begun. What are your characters ambitions?: To survive and learn what type of person he is Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: I made him this way so that my life isn’t “set out” and that I can have a more flexible way to deal with roleplay situations in the future and so that he can grow as much as I can get him to. 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? Well this would depend on if I have coin or not, so I shall give you two responses. Response One: I see this Dwarf selling his wares to those who are around him. I wander over to the shop keep and browse their wares and converse with the person, being as friendly as I could be. If there is something there that I would want to buy and I can afford it, I would buy that and give a tip to the shopkeep. If there isn’t something there I wanted, I would buy something cheap but pay over the price of what it is. Response Two: seeing this Dwarf, and having a similar problem of little to no coin I would wander over and offer the shopkeep my help, if they would accept I would do what I could to help them. Be it advertise the shop to even going out and collecting some supplies to re-stock, I would be more than glad to help them in their ambitions. You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? I would walk into the mix, trying to get in between them. Ask why there is an argument happening, and try to get to the bottom of it. If I have the ability to stop it, I would. If it escalates to a fight and they are both willing to fight, I would simply leave the area as no matter what I say nothing would be done. If, say the Dwarf is the victim and doesn’t want to fight I would try my hardest to get in between them and give time for the Dwarf to escape and vice versa. 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 would help the man to his feet, or help him sit down properly. When he is comfortable, I would carry on to pick up all the coins and proceed to put them into a bag of my own. Giving said bag to the old man, so that his coins do not spill. As for his stick, if there was a substitute that I could use for it, I would and make sure it isn’t going to break any time soon. Helping him to his feet and giving him the substitute stick, and follow him to his destination, incase it breaks once more. If there is nothing I could use as a substitute I would help him walk the entire way to his destination.