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Lorei taps on the paper absently as she stares down, trying to get her thoughts together. After a moment, she took the quill and began to write leisurely. Dust- An accidental seasoning that is made from mainly two ingredients, Blackfish ash and heavy amounts of sugar. The mixture of these two substances creates an odd and unique flavor that tastes well with meats and a variety of cooked fish. It has a tang of fish while having an undertone of sweetness that most kha enjoy. It is a sensitive seasoning, using too much or too little could change a dish completely. Boar's Blood- A drink made of several different types of juiced fruit, including rockfruit. These small fruits make up a majority of the drink, making it extremely sweet. An alteration with this drink includes glowfruits, making the drink slightly more tame but still unbearably sweet to all outsiders (and some kha). Muck- This odd dish is made with ground beef with mixed in mudsuckers and spittails. It is a visually appealing dish, usually decorated nicely with the meat neatly placed in the center of a plate and the fish additions cut into medium sized pieces however, it smells horrid and tastes questionable. It is either a hit or miss with this dish, the customer that orders it will either love it or hate it. The visual appeal is never forgotten as it often tricks curious customers into trying the dish, only to throw it away soon after.

Lorei watches the Gy'waka chicks hatch with a smile spread across her face. The joy of the parent Gy'waka along with their cries and screeches influenced her, their elation making her feel light and worry-free. Underneath the moon, Lorei felt deeply connected to Metztli. In the trees next to her kin, she felt bound to the Kha. They were together and the anxiety of the earlier day had been forgotten at the sight of new life. Of new beginnings. She closes her eyes and breathes in, letting the humid air calm her. She opened her eyes, exhaling softly and looking back down at the new families below her. She envied the happiness they had. The togetherness. She thought of her own empty den and frowned. She felt loneliness begin to settle and shook her head, forcing herself to focus on the Gy'waka below. She couldn't let that bother her now.

I'm still here as well.

Ki'lorei watches mutely as the Kharajyr around her begin speaking excitedly about their new plans and the changes that would become of their kingdom. She feels odd, surprised by the somewhat sudden turn of events but pleased at the energy she now felt from the Kha. She exhales, feeling the severity of the Tla's decision rush against her like a wave. She closed her eyes with a shudder and tried to think. In that brief moment, she remembered the times where she traveled out of the safety of her home and tried to trade with the apes. She hadn't felt comfortable and though there were few that were kind, she hadn't fully trusted them. And now,... She opened her eyes. And now, she knew that her anxiety was a warning. She sighed, straightening as she asked. "Thes meens thet aypes awr nu laung'r allawd awn tha eslend, yus?" And as her voice was drowned out by the chaos, she asked again, raising her voice. Her tone was stern yet curious and rose above the crowd's mumblings. She waited, her eyes locked on the Tla and then roaming on the Kha around her as she waited for any responses.

Minecraft Name: Re_addled Applicant Name: Taeleh'avern Race and Age: I'm a young Mali'aheral at half of a century old. What position are you applying for?(Librarian, Theurgist, Inventor, Professor, Rhetor): My interests lie most closely with the Department of Naturalism and though I may not have as much experience as the other applicants I expect you to receive, I believe my perspective on the world, experiences and the knowledge I have gained from those experiences will help me show my worth. List any experience you have had with matters regarding that Department: My mother and father did not live with the rest of the high elves, for reasons that they refused to tell me and when we were seperated a few decades ago, I lived on my own. In this time, I've been living nomadically, watching the world around me as I tried to survive within it. I believe I've developed a connection of some kind and I appreciate the strength that nature has. Most of my experience deals with small, informal field studies that involved studying animal interaction and extended study of plant-life though this information has been lost in my travels. Describe the reason for your interest in that position (>5 sentences)By applying, should you be accepted you are expected to utterly adhere to the Common Clauses. Do you understand this?: I believe that being a part of this organization will not only allow me to pursue my interests but allow me to learn from the others also involved and expand my overall knowledge. I will follow the Common Clauses without fail.

Ki'lorei stares at the notice for a long while, her tail moving aimlessly as she reads. She hums and rolls her shoulders, looking up to the caps in the canopy where the sun shines through. She hadn't been to a celebration in a while. Preparations would have to be made. Without a moment more, she moves away from the notice and back into the thick growth of the jungle.

Alright, I have an update on my computer situation and I'm honestly at a loss for words. Before when I say that my compter died, I truly didn't think the problem was that severe. I expected it to be the cause of a minor virus, or lack of ram. The list of problems that made my computer shut down is...much longer than I hoped it would be. I can't remember exact details but it sounded likely my computer imploded. Everything is either overheated or doesn't work as it should. Staples is going to be, basically, rebuilding my computer. I'm not sure how long this will take, my mom has estimated it might take a minimum of a week. This will probably my last update on this but I'll still stalk the forums for any news or something that can occupy my time while I'm away.. See you all later!

My computer died on Monday and could not be started again. Unfortunately, I saw signs of its demise on Saturday and Sunday but assumed that my meager attempts at trying to fix my own laptop had worked and did not do anything else to protect my laptop. Currently, my laptop is at Staples in the backroom of the tech center, probably being ignored but I am waiting for their call and their estimate on how long it will take and if they can fix it. Needless to say, I wont be able to be online until it is fixed.

Ki'lorei pauses in her walk through the jungle and turns her head towards the canopy as she hears the Tla's voice. The area around her seems spellbound, as even the rustling of the leaves seems to quiet. She draws her attention to the announcement. As the Tla seems to be concluding his speech, Ki'lorei allows herself to murmur "For Metztli" in response and waits as the echoing voice of the Tla fades away. Almost instantly, the jungle is moving again and the familiar sounds of life return. She decides to cut her walk short and head home to prepare for the upcoming event. (( I should be able to make it. I'm not sure if the time collides with anything else planned that day.))

Ki'lorei smiles at the notice and at her mention. The fact that a portion of the fish provided came from her made her swell with pride and joy. Hopefully, other Kha would take advantage of this opportunity and come participate in the festivity. With that in mind and a smile spread across her face, she went on with her day, silently planning for the party.

Ki'lorei reads over the notice carefully and smiles at the note. She had noticed the structure in the water before and was glad to know what its purpose was now. Perhaps she would be able to apply what she learned to better herself as a Kha and a merchant. She snickers softly, walking away from the notice with her fishing pole swinging in her grip. She would definitely attend.

I'll go ahead and volunteer to help other Kha get to the island. I know where it is and I have free time considering I'm new also, so I might as well help the community. If you can (and I'm online) pm me and I'll try and guide you there. IGN: Re_addled

As a new member and a new Kha, I am interested in helping in any way I can. That being said, I haven't gotten to experience true Kharajyr RP yet and don't know what needs changing if anything does at all. (Based on seen information) I would like to see a litle more added to the language and dialect of the Kha because, though what has been offered looks really interesting and has given me many ideas for my new character, I feel that it shys in comparison to the other race's. I am very interested in different languages so it may be my own biased opinion but I think that this would help the Kha greatly.

Better to stay positive and assume that it is good. It will make everyone's mood better.

The constant ache and drowsiness of morning felt overbearing today. A young Kharajyr, barely old enough to know anything past her own feelings, lifted her head, nose to the sky. She let herself sniff the air of the dock, categorizing what she knew mentally and analysing what she didn't. Her nose was her greatest tool, especially in a place like this where her eyes would blend people she passed together and her mind would mix up their names. Despite her best effort, the strongest scents continued to catch her attention: fish, people and meat. Letting out a breath, Lorei took her first steps toward the crowds. She felt nervous, curious, eager to write down what she saw onto paper so she could use these images later. Her paws twitched in anticipation at the thought. This would be a perfect place to observe the actions of apes and the like instead of her usual subjects, the Kha. Reaching into her small pouch, she grasps one of her blank books with care. Her light brown eyes flicking from figure to figure, she begins to try and pick her first target. Who would she write about first? Who would she document? Her eyes caught purple and Lorei let herself smile a toothy grin, this person would be her first to be documented. Almound furred ears twitching in apprehension, Lorei got as close as she possibly could to the tree before lying on the grass and flipping her book open. With a starting glance at the elf, Lorei tapped her pen with her claw and began furiously writing, becoming oblivious to the world around her.

Lorei had decided to take a walk around, feeling eager to get her muses and ideas flowing so she could think up a new tale. She had walked the jungle and around the city before stiffening at a foreign, pungent odor in the air. Ears flicking back, her face scrunched up and her stomach clenched. Something was rotting. Despite her better judgement, she followed the scent, curious and anxious to see where it was coming from. She wondered briefly if it was coming from one of her fellow Kha. Was there an intruder in their lands? As she continued stalking the smell and came upon a group of people, that fear was proven wrong. The others were not angry or bracing themselves to attack the enemy. The smell wasn't similar to theirs either. Stepping close, she noticed the sitting Kha and the ape that smelled of rot. Not knowing the situation but feeling worried about the possibility of disease, she waved the giggling Kha over and spoke gently "You musta nawt sit ona the deada ape. It issa derty." Smile falling, she noticed the guilty look of the Kha and the telling blood that covered her clothing. Her gesturing paws falling to her side, a sinking feeling sank in her gut. Something was wrong here. Feeling uneasy, she looked toward the other Kha closeby."Wouldeh someone minda explaining what issa goin on?"

I'm sure yours was just as good. Thank you for the compliment.

Thank you for accepting me. ^^

My 2nd attempt know that I have been playing for a little over a week now. Sorry for the misunderstanding the first time around. MC Username: Re_addled Rp Username (be sure to include the correct prefix, look up on info thread): Si’Lorei Character Skillset: She is quick on her feet and though she lacks the strength that other Kharajyrs have, she has enough wit to try and avoid situations that take advantage of that flaw. Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender): She is sixteen, just old enough to remember the excitement she felt when she completed her adulthood trial. As a young Kha’ Cheetrah she has light brown fur and small spots that cover her entire body. Her fur is a lighter shade on her torso and the inside of her legs and arms than they are on other parts of her body. Personality: She is curious, alert but a bit oblivious when it comes to cultural taboos that go outside her own. She usually says what is on her mind without filtering anything that might be offensive for the receiver. This is, more often than not, done out of ignorance rather than spite. She is known to ask questions until she understands completely. She is rather friendly but has a personal wariness towards other races. She doesn’t understand them therefore she is hesitant to make mistakes or speak as she usually would in front of them because it would shame her fellow Kharajyrs. Royalty, be it Kharajyr or otherwise, are always to be treated with respect and, to Lorei, respect comes in many forms. It may be presenting a gift of some kind to the noble. It may also be avoiding contact with the person in any way possible, she hates being in situations where she doesn’t know whether she has offended someone or not, especially if it is someone of importance. Her thirst for knowledge and understanding is great but what motivates her to continue learning is the fact that she hates being ignorant of what is happening around her. She wants to know what is going on, why it is going on and what everyone thinks about the problem. She understands that thoughts and feelings are personal and others may not be as willing to share their thoughts as she would but to hide ones feelings is very suspicious. If all who are speaking are friendly, what is there to hide? Please include a short bio of your character's life: Lorei was an active and adventurous kitten, alert and eager to roam the world around her. She had a wild imagination and wasn’t afraid to show it, creating tales of romance, sorrow and success whenever she wished. She constantly pestered her parents with these stories, trying to make each story different and interesting so that they would never get bored with her. When she wasn’t telling tales or day dreaming about impossible adventures, she was exploring, more often than not, without her parents. She was interested in knowing the place she lived in, understanding the patterns that nature cycled every day and to do this, she would wander away from her home grounds and explore the forested areas around them. She would always return to her parents, endure their scolds and punishments before curling up for a nap and dreaming of the route she would take the next day. She loved her parents but didn’t believe they understood her intellectual yearn and ignored most of their advice and warnings. On one of her adventures, she realized too late that she wandered into an area she had never seen before. She didn’t know where she was. After failing to find her way back several times, she eventually collapsed in the hollow of a tree to hide. She was alone in that tree for four days before her father found her in the middle of the night, snatching her into a hug and scaring the once-sleeping kitten into clawing his sides. This event mellowed her and now she wishes to pursue her imagination rather than go on adventures. As she aged, she read and taught herself how to write. Her dream is to become a known writer of fiction while dabbling in other genres as well. She also wishes to travel, that kitten-age urge to trek never truly leaving her. Character's ambitions: She wishes to become a known writer, entertaining her fellow Kha and other races with her stories. She loves writing in all forms and would love to professionally write down facts and observations of the world as she sees them. She hopes that others would appreciate her blunt perspective. All in all, she holds a seemingly impossible and possibly dangerous dream of becoming a traveling writer. She knows her pay would be low and unstable if she ever got anything at all but is willing to do odd jobs in order to accomplish her dream. Degrading? A little, but a necessary sacrifice to accomplish what she wants. _---Situational Rp Questions---_ 1. As you travel through the Karakatuan jungle, you spot a human trespassing on your nation's lands. He approaches you, obviously distressed, and asks for any food, water, or shelter that you can provide, then tells you that he has been lost in the area for days without any proper supplies. How do you react?: I blinks rapidly as I stare at the broken sunlight slipping through the leaves of the branches above her. I sigh, slowly closing my eyes and reveling in the rhythmic motions of the jungle. Everything coexisted with each other. I could hear the fluttering of wings and birds chirping, along with hum of a slight breeze and the hush of branches moving with it. Ears flicking in content, I felt relaxed. The jungle was always a beautiful place. Crunch! My eyes snapped open, ears darting forward as she tried to assess what I had just heard. Above me, the birds’ wings fluttered in panic as they lifted off of the branches and fled one by one. The branches knocked together from their weight, making an unhappy clashing sound as the birds flew into the distance. I felt sad for a moment, before my eyes caught movement and then the shape and color of something that was most definitely not supposed to be here. A human. I could feel her fur raising in apprehension and anger at this trespasser who had just ruined my moment—my peace—and for what? What was a human doing here? This land was theirs, not for the Apes, only for the Kha! Only— I shook my head, trying to sort my distressed thoughts and make a logical move. Exhaling shortly, I quickly approached the a—human. I would try to be civil. I knew I was not as strong as my Kha cousins and didn’t want to risk upsetting the intruder and losing a fight. It would be best to convince the human to not continue and then warn the others later. [The double r’s indicate a roll. A Spanish/Italian r. Dialogue spelling is intentional] “You. State whata perrpose you havea herre” My eyes narrowed as the ape turned its head toward her in fear. His face was scared but then it all gave way and shown his hopeful elation that he had finally found help. My ears flicked in the oddity of this reaction but had no time to dwell on it as the ape was now touching my shoulders, smiling in weak happiness. “I’ve been here for so long,” The ape admitted. “I’ve run out of supplies…I…I thought I was going to die here…” The ape then trailed to laugh softly, it sounded like a wheeze. I grimanced. “Wella, I…I do nota know ifa it would be wisea to continue thisa way. We do not welcome yehrr kinda so easily.” The human seemed distressed. “But…I need supplies! I’ll die if I continue like this!” I paused at this, tailing twitching at her indecisiveness. The human was getting upset. Letting a feline growl rumble in my throat, I pulled out a pouch and went through my things. I threw at the ape a single piece of bread and a few pieces of raw meat, reluctantly (I had planned to eat those later!), a holder of water and turned the protesting human away. “If I can serrvive on thata food, you canna too. I cannotta help you anymorre, ap—human—so please, trry not to meeta any otherr Kha, they may nota be too happy to see you.” With that advice, the human nods and begins walking the way he came. I feel slightly empathetic about the human’s situation but he must have known he was trespassing. His misfortune was not my fault. 2. As you romp through the lands of the "apes", you come across a tavern. Inside this tavern, a Dwarf notices you and starts gawking at you, then begins to speak. "Oi! I gots a bowl of cream for you, Kitty! Ha! I'd bet you would make a nice throw rug, wouldn't ya, ya mangy furball?!" He continues act generally as racist as possible. What do you do?: I feel my fur rise at the taunts of the dwarven man. My irritation and need to protect my people’s honor urge me to throw my own insults his way because with dwarves there are so many. They are short, usually portly people. Short, less useful versions of the other apes. However, I throw all this away, shoving all the insults in the back of my mind. I smile but there’s anger in my eyes as I approach the dwarf who has begun to howl with laughter at his own jokes. I tilt my head to the side, warring with myself again at how easy it would be to defeat this ignorant stump with words before I lift my foot and kick the dwarf off of his stool. The dwarf grunts angrily and is about to stand when I slam my foot down on his chest. I lean down slowly, smiling only to show my teeth as a reach and run my claws gently along his neck. The dwarf stills, finally seeing the danger in the situation. “Aw, dida the “kitty” scarre the Dwarrf mawn?” I put more strength into squashing the man beneath my foot. He wheezes pathetically, looking to others to help. They don’t. “You arre alucky thisa “cat” does nota want to herr paws derty. Next time, holda yehrr tongue.” With this I stand and sit at the seat that had previously been the dwarf’s. As I hear him stand, I glare at him, daring him to make a move before watching, with satisfaction, as the dwarf moves to the other side of the tavern to drown his embarrassment in ale. As soon as I was sure the dwarf would not attempt anything further, I turn away and look ahead of me. In hindsight, it probably wasn’t very smart to pick a fight with a dwarf but he had insulted all Kha. He’d deserved whatever punishment I had come up with. Hey, he is lucky I didn’t decide to do something more severe. Content, I begin to look at the small menu posted. She needed a drink. 3. One of your fellow Kharajyr and a close friend of yours comes to your dwelling in the middle of the night and begins to pound on your door. After you let him in, he confesses to killing another Kharajyr over a slice of cake. What do you do in response? This act. This act so dreadful done to one of our own. At first I refused to believe it myself but his hands were covered in blood, his eyes still held the crazed gleam that came from taking the life from something once living. This man was no longer my friend because I knew he wouldn’t do something so wrong in the eyes of our people. Not over something so meaningless. I stare him in the eyes, feigning understanding before striking him with a heavy paperweight that was beside me. He falls; still conscious but then I hit him again with the object, and once more until he doesn’t move. I pause, wondering if I had hurt him too much but as I check his pulse and breathing I know he is alive. Alive and a criminal. He wouldn’t have come quietly. I didn’t have the strength to restrain him myself. I had to do this while I still had surprise on my side. Swallowing and hoping others would understand. I leave the house and lock it from the outside. I would bring the authorities here to arrest this murderer. Hopefully, he wouldn’t wake until then. Do you swear to follow the Tlatlanni and uphold his law, and do you swear to hold Metztli and all of her actions as sacred? “Lorei swerrs toa follow the Tlatlanni and upahold his law. Lorei also swerrs toa holda Metzli anda all ofa herr actions asa sacrred.” I incline my head and close my eyes, stilling my tail to show my submission, respect and honesty. Please include a screenshot or 3D render of your character's skin

Minecraft Account Name: Re_addled How old are you?: 16, I will be turning 17 in November. Time-Zone/Country of Residence: My timezone is Eastern Standard Time. I live in the United States of America. Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, I believe that my skills are efficient. I have been studying English composition for over four years in hopes that in the future, hopefully when I enter college and past that time, I will be able to complete and publish a novel. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: I have roleplayed in two other servers though niether have been as intense and organized (in terms of the amount of information and how strict the roleplay is) than this server. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: I have read, understood and agree to follow the rules to the best of my ability. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I heard about Lord of the Craft from a friend I often RP with on one of the two servers mentioned previously. We are both interested in hardcore RP in minecraft servers and he seemed to be on the lookout for servers that fit our interest. He recently showed me several links to the LoC wiki and I was instantly interested. After using the “Wandering Soul” option, I watched people RP and decided that this was the kind of RP server I wanted to be a part of. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/71953-silorei-application/ 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 have posted this application. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplay is the act of becoming an imaginery character and personifying this character with behaviors, personality and actions that the character would do in certain situations. Roleplay is best done when the roleplayer takes oneself out of the situation and acts solely on how the character would, disregarding their own personal feelings. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is when a roleplayer uses information gained in out of character situations such as on the forums or talking to a friend in roleplay events. These things may also be knowing someone else’s name by looking at the character’s nametag in the chat or above their head when the character’s in roleplay, obviously, wouldn’t see or know these exist. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting is when a person roleplays as an all-powerful never defeated being without giving themselves opportunity for failure. This may also be in the form of strength, intelligence, likeability, etc. where the person is the best at a certain subject. In-Character Details Character Name: Malinda Finch 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: Malinda is a brown-eyed wood elf that has dyed her hair to the point of it being a swampy green. The color was a mistake at first but as she realized she could do nothing about it and had no other dyes to return her hair to its original color she settled and soon grew to love it. She is a rather cautious wood elf who feels compassion toward nature and tries her best not to disturb it, unless there is no other way to go about things. She is open-minded but often plays the devil’s advocate if she is ever invited on a discussion. She is well read and likes to increase her knowledge by speaking to others and listening to their views. She doesn’t really care for wearing feminine accessories but she wears a bow because she believes that she could pass for a pretty boy because of the way her hair is cut. The bow serves another purpose, holding her hair, which would pass her shoulders, out of the way so she can see properly. What are your characters ambitions?: To understand knowledge that comes from all around the world and possibly, sharing this knowledge with the people she meets during her life. She would also like to have a stable job and be a known intelligence figure in elven society. She would love to be a person people come to when they want to know something. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: She may seem quiet but when she is around people she trusts and feels comfortable with a new Mal is revealed. She becomes talkative and animated but all that quickly fades if a stranger or someone of higher rank than her approaches. She tries to be mindful of how she appears to others. She is not a child but her mannerisms and eagerness to follow the lead of someone she sees as her superior mimics a young elf mentality. She was like this as a child too but it seems she never grew out of it. 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? The merchant part of Arethor was expected to be loud and busily and even though I have never visited this city before, I expect all merchants to be eager and desperate for customers. This seems to be the same with every city or town I visit. Merchants seem to be quieter with reoccurring passersby than they are with strangers. This visit is no exception. The merchants at their stands call at the people walking, their voices straining and cracking under the force of trying to overpower their neighbors while at the same time grabbing the attention of the seemingly busy people rushing past them. I take my time, eyeing each stall with interest as I mentally remember how much money I have and if the stall has anything I might need later. Then, breaking my thoughts a boisterous, slightly obnoxious voice breaks through all the others. I follow the voice, both curious and annoyed before my eyes widen in surprise at seeing a dwarf selling his wares at an oddly shaped stall (I say odd because compared to the other stalls, his was noticeably different. I don’t know why I hadn’t noticed before!). I approach the dwarf, who quiets in consideration as he tries to assess whether or not I am a buyer or if I am going to antagonize him. I smile a small smile and place my pouch of Minas on his stand. The dwarf grins toothily and begins to show off his wares. I honestly found nothing interesting in what he sold but he had entertained me. The very least I could do was buy a few things from him. 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 stare at the snarling Orc and the cornered dwarf in silent anxiety. There was honestly nothing I could do to stop this. I was not as strong as other elves. I did not have anyone close who could help me solve their problem for them. The dwarf, as I examine closely, seems tense but able-bodied, he should be able to handle himself. I shake my head, moving to go an alternate way. Who knows, perhaps the dwarf bothered the Orc and caused the situation in the first place. I shouldn’t assume anything. As I turn back, I think of a different way of going to my destination. It will be fine, I assure myself, they’ll figure it out on their own. 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?: I rush toward the man in unthinking panic. Even though I didn’t know the man, he looked frail and that fall could be devastating for someone his age. I wonder where his family are, if they left him alone or if he was out for a walk before casting those thoughts aside. It didn’t matter. I wouldn’t ask. Finding out the truth would no doubt lead to me blaming his family members or friends for not looking after him properly. My eyes flick toward the scattered Minas on the ground. He could have been robbed! What was he thinking? Sighing, I speak softly. “Are you alright? Do you need me to get help?” The man is quiet for a moment, letting me lift him to his knees as he stares at me, eyes wise and blank. For a long while, this is all he does and I try and fill the awkward silence he has made with the sounds of me picking up his Minas. I reach for the pouch carefully, glancing up at him then quickly looking away as I ****** it and pour his Minas back into the pouch. I slowly hand it to him, wanting to leave but feeling as though I should wait until he talks or gives permission. I watch dimly as the man eyes his Minas in the pouch, eyes scanning the wealth inside before he closes the pouch and smiles. I smile back, unsurely, not really sure what is going on. “You are a good person.” The man says slowly. I’m not sure if it is his age or if he is purposefully saying it like this, to add emphasis. Nevertheless, I nod. “All of my Minas is here. You didn’t take a single coin.” I let out a breath, feeling oddly proud and offended all at once. I nod again dumbly before taking a few steps to pass him. The man places his hand on my shoulder, stopping me as he hands me the Minas pouch. As I try and give it back, the old man shakes his head, still smiling as he leaves his walking stick, stands up straighter and walks away from me, looking much stronger than before. I faintly wonder, as I watch him leave, how many times he has done this and what happened to the poor souls that fell for his trap.

Very sorry. I was really excited and in my excitement made several mistakes while making this application. While I might return and make an application to become a Kharajyr, I think I should actually start as one of the other races before diving into something that appears to be different. Thank you for the quick response though, I'll make a proper application soon.

MC Username: Re_addled Rp Username (be sure to include the correct prefix, look up on info thread): Si’Lorei Character Skillset: She is quick on her feet and though she lacks the strength that other Kharajyrs have, she has enough wit to try and avoid situations that take advantage of that flaw. Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender): She is sixteen, just old enough to remember the excitement she felt when she completed her adulthood trial. As a young Kha’ Cheetrah she has light brown fur and small spots that cover her entire body. Her fur is a lighter shade on her torso and the inside of her legs and arms than they are on other parts of her body. Personality: She is curious, alert but a bit oblivious when it comes to cultural taboos that go outside her own. She usually says what is on her mind without filtering anything that might be offensive for the receiver. This is, more often than not, done out of ignorance rather than spite. She is known to ask questions until she understands completely. She is rather friendly but has a personal wariness towards other races. She doesn’t understand them therefore she is hesitant to make mistakes or speak as she usually would in front of them because it would shame her fellow Kharajyrs. Royalty, be it Kharajyr or otherwise, are always to be treated with respect and, to Lorei, respect comes in many forms. It may be presenting a gift of some kind to the noble. It may also be avoiding contact with the person in any way possible, she hates being in situations where she doesn’t know whether she has offended someone or not, especially if it is someone of importance. Please include a short bio of your character's life: As a kitten, Lorei has been independent and filled with potential and wild dreams. She would talk her parents to death about her ambitions and wild imaginative stories. She would lie out in the grass on warm days, staring at the clouds above her and creating tales of adventure, romance, tragedy and history, entertaining not only herself but the other Kharajyr she would corner and speak to. Now, she wants to take hold of her previous stories and use them to entertain the public, she wants to become a writer. More than that, she wants to explore the lands of Asulon to fuel her imagination and teach herself the ways of others. Despite wanting to be knowledgeable about all cultures and people, she lacks the tact to restrain her tongue from what might be offensive to others. She never truly means any harm; it’s just that she doesn’t see the wrong in saying what is on her mind at that moment. Character's ambitions: She wants to improve her social skills with other races so that she can properly record her interactions and adventures. She would also love to travel, she wants to be able to remember and witness many events happening all over Asulon. She also envies the life of a merchant, who has a stable life and job, who is known by the people in the area the merchant chose…she has thought about becoming something similar to a traveling merchant with her books and possibly other wares she picks up on her travels. _---Situational Rp Questions---_ 1.As you travel through the Karakatuan jungle, you spot a human trespassing on your nation's lands. He approaches you, obviously distressed, and asks for any food, water, or shelter that you can provide, then tells you that he has been lost in the area for days without any proper supplies. How do you react?: I watch the ape at a distance, my eyes narrowing with a unique mixture of contempt and curiosity at the obvious distress and inevitable doom that is shrouding the figure. I approach confidently, though my tail twitches with apprehension as I grow closer and the human finally sees me. His face seems to brighten, I notice this even at my distance, and his body relaxes. He seems to believe I am his savior. What a strange reaction for a trespasser… “Ape!” I call out, waving and giving my best grin. “Is there a particular reason why you are trespassing on our lands?” The human’s smile falls a bit and he admits, “I’m lost. I’ve run out of water and food…do you have anything you can give me?” His voice is hoarse and his body is weak. This situation, though, is too perfect to be true. The ape claims to be lost but if he were traveling wouldn’t he have carried a map. Then, if he has no map, does that mean he was exiled and dropped her by his people? Humans do exile don’t they? As I look at this man again I deduce that it wouldn’t be best to reveal his lie now. Better to scare him into returning to his land than to provoke the ape and endanger my fellow Kharajyrs. I throw the human a small fish I caught earlier and had planned to drop before and a holder of water. I roughly turn the human around and point a clawed finger in the opposite directly, probably the way he came. “I can’t let you continue on, trespasser. You are a danger to these lands. Return.” The human sputters and tries to spout more lies but I nudge him in the right direction. “I will tell the guards that I have seen you in this area, if they see you again it is not my fault what happens afterwards. Return home, human.” The human sighs, trembling visibly before running in the direction I pointed in. I felt a bit bad at the human’s situation but the safety of my people came first. Who knew if the ape was actually a well-versed spy or a thief that could act well. No. The risk was too great to let him pass. 2.As you romp through the lands of the "apes", you come across a tavern. Inside this tavern, a Dwarf notices you and starts gawking at you, then begins to speak."Oi! I gots a bowl of cream for you, Kitty! Ha! I'd bet you would make a nice throw rug, wouldn't ya, ya mangy furball?!"He continues act generally as racist as possible. What do you do?: I feel my fur raise at the taunts of the dwarven man. My irritation and need to protect my people’s honor urge me to throw my own insults his way because with dwarves there are so many. They are short, usually portly people. Short, less useful versions of the other apes. However, I throw all this ill intent away, shoving all the insults in the back of my mind. I smile but there’s anger in my eyes as a approach the dwarf who has begun to howl with laughter at his own jokes. I tilt my head to the side, warring with myself again at how easy it would be to defeat this ignorant stump with words before I lift my foot and kick the dwarf off of his stool. The dwarf grunts angrily and is about to stand when I slam my foot down on his chest. I lean down slowly, smiling only to show my teeth as a reach and run my claws gently along his neck. The dwarf stills, finally seeing the danger in the situation. “Aw, did the kitty scare the short man?” I put more strength into squashing the man beneath my foot. He wheezes pathetically, looking to others to help. They don’t. “You are lucky this “cat” doesn’t want to her hands dirty. Watch what you say, dwarf.” With this I stand and sit at the seat that had previously been the dwarf’s. As I hear him stand, I glare at him, daring him to make a move before watching, with satisfaction, as the dwarf moves to the other side of the tavern to drown his embarassment in ale. Content, I begin to look at the small menu posted. She needed a drink. 3.One of your fellow Kharajyr and a close friend of yours comes to your dwelling in the middle of the night and begins to pound on your door. After you let him in, he confesses to killing another Kharajyr over a slice of cake. What do you do in response? This act. This act so dreadful done to one of our own. At first I refused to believe it myself but his hands were covered in blood, his eyes still held the crazed gleam that came from taking the life from something once living. This man was no longer my friend because I knew he wouldn’t do something so wrong in the eyes of our people. Not over something so meaningless. I stare him in the eyes, feigning understanding before striking him with a heavy paperweight that was beside me. He falls, still conscious but then I hit him again with the object, and once more until he doesn’t move. I pause, wondering if I had hurt him too much but as I check his pulse and breathing I know he is alive. Alive and a criminal. He wouldn’t have come quietly. I didn’t have the strength to restrain him myself. I had to do this while I still had surprise on my side. Swallowing and hoping others would understand. I leave the house and lock it from the outside. I would bring the authorities here to arrest this murderer. Hopefully, he wouldn’t wake until then. Do you swear to follow the Tlatlanni and uphold his law, and do you swear to hold Metztli and all of her actions as sacred? “ I swear to follow the Tlatlanni and uphold his law and I swear to hold Metztli and all of her actions as sacred. “ Please include a screenshot or 3D render of your character's skin

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Re_addled How old are you?: 16, I’ll be turning seventeen in November. Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Standard Time. United States of America, Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, my grammar skills are efficient. I have been studying English composition for over four years now to; hopefully, improve my writing skills so that I will might be able to become a novelist. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes, I have been a part of two other role-play servers however, they weren’t as…intense as this server. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes, I have. I have reviewed the rules and plan to review it in the future if I have any questions or uncertainties. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I heard about this server from my friend who I have played with on another roleplay server. He told me that this server was a hardcore RP server which was something I had been looking for a while. He gave me a few links to the lore (mostly races and history) and I was instantly interested. 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/!: Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Role-play is the act of becoming an imaginary character that you make real by personifying and acting out their created personality, behaviors and thoughts as they would; Role-play is best done when the person acts as their character would solely, without the restraint of their personal feelings. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Metagaming is, to the most of my knowledge, using information in role-play that you usually would not have. An example would be using information gained on the forums or said in OOC to aid yourself in the future while roleplaying. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power emoting is when someone makes their character irrationally strong or powerful. This can be in essentially every sense: a person who is smarter than everyone else, more politically powerful. I see power emoting as someone who role-plays and makes their character the “best” at something without giving themselves the possibility of being defeated. In-Character Details Character Name: Lorei Character Race: Kharajyr 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: Lorei is a young Kha’ Cheetrah. She is curious by nature and an eager learner. However, she fears making mistakes and shaming her associates and fellow Kharajyrs (strangers and non-Kharajyrs are ignored for the most part). As a kitten, Lorei has been independent and filled with potential and wild dreams. She would talk her parents to death about her ambitions and wild imaginative stories. Now, she wants to take hold of her previous stories and use them to entertain the public, she wants to become a writer. More than that, she wants to explore the lands of Asulon to fuel her imagination and teach herself the ways of others. Despite wanting to be knowledgeable about all cultures and people, she lacks the tact to restrain her tongue from what might be offensive to others. She never truly means any harm; it’s just that she doesn’t see the wrong in saying what is on her mind at that moment. What are your characters ambitions?: To explore the cultures of others and enlighten others with the fictional and true tales of the world as she views it. She would love to have a stable bookstore of some sort but because she is just beginning she is fine being something similar to a traveling merchant. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Despite being seemingly lighthearted, she is just as proud as other Kharajyrs about her culture. She does not take advice well from others, especially those she sees as outsiders. These people might not exactly be Kharajyrs but people who have proven their loyalty to her as friends. 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? I inhale deeply, closing my eyes as a stretch shortly in the middle of the road. It felt good to be with people again even if they were human and seemed to be in permanent shock at seeing a Kharajyr in one of their towns. I exhale, moving to the side of the busy road as people bump and weave past me. As I move to the left, I see the stalls of merchants calling to the people passing by, most with little luck. I watch their lobbying for a moment with small amusement, idle jealousy and sympathy welling up inside of me before I too begin moving again, intending on ignoring them all like the humans in front of me had. However, as I pass the last meager looking stall the dwarven man inside catches my eye. He is sturdy looking, eyes brown and filled with hope and determination. As he sees me stop, he motions toward me and I slowly come toward him. “Say,” The dwarf begins. “It ain’ oft’n I see a cat won’r so far aw’e from ‘ome.” The dwarf then smiles, his teeth slightly colored and broken. The insult wasn’t meant, so I let the fact he called me a cat go and give him a small smile back. “I am a traveler as well, I also thought of being a merchant but, uh,” I think quickly, eyeing the knick-knacks and gems he has scattered around. “I don’t have that much to my name as of right now.” The dwarf hums and leans back on his stool. He sighs as he looks past me, eyes scanning for any possible customers before he chuckles and gestures to the stool on the outside of his stand. “I dun’ think I’ll ‘e avin’ any buy’rs. Why ‘ont we ‘ave a chat?” I smile, eager to come into the shade as I sit and wait for the dwarf to speak. 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? The night air is warm but there is a persistent breeze that chills my fur as I continue on the worn, dirt path. As I continue, I let out a yawn. I have been ready to rest for a while now, but there haven’t been any inns or friendly people eager to share their camp with a wandering soul. I shake my head, trying to clear myself of the drowsy haze and I nearly bite my tongue as an threatening growl cuts through the once calm silence of the night. I feel my fur raise slightly in apprehension as I, despite the nagging feeling that I should be running the opposite way—where it would undoubtedly be safer—I continue on, paws stiffly sifting through the dirt. The sight that I come to almost makes me obey my instinctual cowardice; an orc was snarling at a tremblign dwarf who seemed to be muttering frightened phrases to the angry beast. I pause, wondering what I could do in this situation, I wasn’t a fighter—I couldn’t scare the beast away—I would only make the orc angrier if I tried to speak with it. Was there anything I could do? I sigh, shaking my head at my own worthlessness as I step into the moonlight and into the vision of both figures. “Oh, thank ya—Kharajyr woman, please help me. This, this--!” The orc lets out a savage noise, effectively silencing the dwarf. “Dwarf stole. Dwarf return or be punish.” My eyes narrow as I quickly see what is going on. “This dwarf stole from you, or a dwarf stole from you?” The orc snorts, turning back to the dwarf who backs hard into the trunk of the tree behind him. The weakness of the dwarf is…confusing. This particular dwarf seems strange and suspicious but she decides to help the man anyway. “Orc,” Said creature turns to look at me testily. “I will give you all the gold that is in this bag if you let this thief go, deal?” I throw one of my heaviest satchels at the beast who catches it with greedy glee, about to open it. “Ah, you mustn’t open it.” I say, calmly. “If you do, the gold inside with turn into nothing but rocks. You must be careful. Go, hurry home before the magic turns back on itself!” The orc lets out a grunt and turns to run into the darkness, excitedly panting at its treasure. The dwarf I saved sighs and sinks down the trunk until he hits the ground. “I never knew Kharajyrs can learn magic…” “I’m sure there are some that can,” I respond quickly. “I can’t, the satchel was filled with rocks to begin with. If we are lucky the brute will listen and won’t find out the truth until we are far gone…” The dwarf lets out an uneasy chuckle as I turn and stare at the shifting nature and run down pile the charging orc created. 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?: The old man is fragile and weak, making so many questions appear in my mind. Where is this man’s family? Why is he walking alone? Where are the men that should be protecting their grandfather? As the man’s walking stick breaks, I wonder why he hasn’t been robbed yet, especially with the many coins that he had with him. I swallow with a bit of difficulty, jealousy and temptation making my movements a bit slow. This man…he is weak. I should be able to take what I want and run away before he would even realize what had happened. But then I look at his face and I see that his wise and knowing eyes have locked onto my face. No, I think, this is a trap. The man’s eyes show that he knows what I was thinking…that he expects me to steal from him. I won’t. I won’t prove him right. I grit my teeth, force myself to stop in front of him and yank the man to his feet. He lets out a startled and shocked yelp, inhaling sharply as I move away from him and scoop the Minas quickly into my hands, throw the coins into his dropped bag and toss the untied pouch at him again. Without even speaking to the man, I pass him up and begin walking again. That man probably got his fortune by setting up unfortunate and desperate travelers and taking the reward for turning in thieves. I let out a strangled noise, upset by the injustice of the act. As I finger the few coins in my satchel, I reason with myself. It wouldn’t have been fair if I let him have all of his Minas back, especially if it belonged to those who wouldn’t have stolen had he not provoked them. I nod, satisfied in the logic of my thievery as I continue to travel.