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Aureas smiles slightly, catching the distictive Chivay-ness in her manner of speech. "If there's no point, you might as well enjoy yourself then. Don't you agree?" He offers her his hand. "Care to dance, miss Chivay?"

Aureas studies Lorin carefully, weighing the options and possible outcomes of interrupting. He clenches his fists momentarily, joints aching in the cold, before breaking his silence. "Miss Chivay, are you not enjoying the festivities?" He cringed mentally, showing nothing outwards beside general amiability. His greeting had sounded far more subservient than he had intended.

Aureas continues his unhurried pace through the throng of partiers until he catches sight of an obviously upset Lorin making for the door. Having only met her once before the party, it really wasn't his place to bother her, but his curiosity overwhelms him and begins trailing after her. His passing goes mostly unnoticed, and he slips unheard out of the closing door after Lorin.

Aureas continues his easy pace through the crowd, murmuring soft greetings to the few who recognized him. He eventually comes to halt behind Thomas Chivay and scans the crowd, seeming to adjust his cuff and reassures himself that the dagger hidden within his sleeve remained. He plasters an easy smile on his face, ready to be acknowledged, but more prepared to be ignored. Aureas winks at Bran over Thomas' shoulder, before returning his attention to the gathering.

Aureas runs a hand through his white-blonde hair, feeling overexposed without his characteristic mask and hood. He briefly studies his own clothing, a black suit with an armband indicating his membership in the White Rose, before returning his attention to the partying crowd. The noise of the gathering swells slowly as more and more guests arrive, slowly beginning to drown out individual conversations. Moving easily through the crowds, he strains to pick up individual conversations and snippets of useful information. Nobody gave out details quite like a drunken noble.

Aureas laughs, staring at the prisoner as he clicks a flint and steel together, sparks flying.

Ready or not, here we come.

[Questions] MC Name: Joker_Knight Why do you want to join? To expand RP opportunities and allow for greater TP freedom. How will you provide the guild and the LOTC community with a great RP experience? I will provide fair roleplay and not be afraid to lose. What do you think are vital in RP? (I.e Emotes, RP fights over MC fights etc) Clear, concise emotes that show intentions, but leave room for multiple reactions. To break the Guild laws, or the Server laws is instant banishment unless in a specific circumstance where you are offered an appeal form by the Guild, do you understand this? Yes. [Character Questions] RP name: Aureas Draconis Biography: (copied from VA): Aureas was found and adopted by a wandering mercenary group, more specifically the band’s spellsword and medic. The mercenaries were fairly successful in the local area, known well for an outstanding record of successful missions, no matter the objective. The band collectively raised Aureas, teaching him the ways that would allow him to be as successful. All the members of the band cooperated in raising him, and teaching him tricks of their violent and bloody trade. Some things he took to more easily than others, archery and assassination being his specialties. His ease of learning these skills came at a cost to him. While being very light on his feet, able to blend easily with the shadows, and throw knives with decent accuracy, his swordsmanship suffered greatly. He would never be a frontline soldier, being too lean for full plate armor and not physically strong enough to wield a large blade. He does, if forced, resort to using a using a short sword/dirk-type weapon. Personality: Efficient, always prepared, merciless. Motives: He is driven by survival, but also by the want to live well. He is unafraid to kill those perceived to stand in his way, or take what he needs. Aspirations: To live well, have power and influence, and to be notorious, yet unrecognizeable. [Open Response. Answer all questions] You notice a rich foreign merchant in the markets browsing wares such as jewellery, weaponry and armor. You notice a stall owner has just walked away from his stall for a few moments, several guards are patrolling the area, the merchant walks towards the stall to browse its wares. To the North is a sewer grate you could escape through, though the guards seem to be patrolling it more than usual. How will you pull of this thievery? Aureas frowns under his facemask, intently studying the situation. He then smiles, noticing a pattern in the guards patrol past the sewer grate, a short amount of time in which there are no guards looking at it. He begins counting silently, numbering the seconds in the pattern, and then counts again to reaffirm his assessment. He chuckles quietly, pulling his hood and facemask down, slipping behind the stall’s stand, smiling at the approaching merchant. Aureas continues counting in his head, noting he was nearing the middle of his count cycle. He hurriedly greets the merchant, mentioning he was going on a break, and that he would have to return later. The merchant nods, departing with a promise to return to the stall. Aureas quickly scoops as much loot as he can into a small back, and replaces his mask and hood, loping towards the gate, count nearing its end. He breaks into a sprint, diving through the sewer grate, easily on count. The Upright Man has asked of you to steal a scroll from a house that is just outside the city limits of Alras, the house seems to be alive with laughter and drunken men, you look through a window to see the chest is in the room, while 5 drunken men sit around the fire telling war stories, they seem armed but drunk, you see in the corner of your eye a small hole in the roof into the room. The door hinges are old and rusty, it can be easily kicked down. How will you pull of this thievery? Aureas studies the house as the sun sets slowly, the dusk slowly turning to night. He turns silently to his compatriot, gesturing hand signals, indicating his instructions with clarity. The man nods, much larger than he, and hefts a large bag of flour onto his shoulder. Aureas nods, then leaps silently to the roof, padding over to the hole in the roof. He stand momentarily, raising his fist in the air, then crouches again. His cohort shoulders loudly through the door, and hurls the open bag of flour into the room, creating a smoke screen for Aureas. His cohort then begins punching the men, wanting to anger but not kill. The man then sprints from the room, laughing as the 5 men chase him angrily. Aureas drops silently from the roof, into the room, and snatches the scroll. He tucks it away safely into his satchel, and sprints from the building, disappearing into the night. An old man has taken rest from his travels under a tree, his bag is to the left of him, he appears to have a dagger on him. In the far distance you see some travellers coming, though they are still a far while off. How will you pull of this thievery? The man sprawls under the tree, obviously road-weary. His only visible means of defense lay in the crude dagger sheathed at his waist. Aureas studies the man, noting his bodily positions, posture, and the slowly approaching travelers in the distance. Aureas nod to himself, affirming his plan, and grips a throwing knife in his left hand. He flicks his wrist, sending the knife flickering into the woods on the roadside. The man bolts to his feet, wandering after it, dagger drawn. Aureas smiles, scooping up the sack he had forgotten, and pads quickly down the road.

MC Username:Joker_Knight Rp Username (be sure to include the correct prefix, look up on info thread): S’Siskas Character Skillset: Jack of all trades, master of none. He is adequate at cooking, fishing, mining and the like, average swordsman, excellent sneak. His only true strengths are his sneaking prowess, and his bowmanship. Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender): 30 year old Kha’Pantera, male. Dark gray/black fur, black spots. Lithe but muscular. Personality: Sly, open to lying, not afraid to kill when ordered or provoked. Generally will only attack when at an advantage, but isn’t afraid of fighting on an even playing field. Can be compassionate, but is generally xenophobic and paranoid. Proud of his sleek and smooth fur. Is often silent, never speaking when in combat. Please include a short bio of your character's life: S’Siskas was born to a Kha’Pantera father and a Kha’Leoparda mother. His father trained him in his martial and hunting abilities, and his mother taught him to cook and to care for himself. Both his parents made sure to balance his skills, believing he should be self-sufficient in his adulthood. Thus, he was never a master of anything, but adequate at everything. Once he was 15, his father focused his training more on bows and stealth. These skills served him well to hunt for himself and his family. While hunting, he often entertained himself by learning how to throw knives with some accuracy, and it aided him in disabling or killing prey. Character's ambitions: Long Term: To live richly and have a fancy palace and much money and power. Short Term: To live well, and experience much. _---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?: S’Siskas follows the ape, unseen and unheard. Slowly, the ape visibly weakens, before collapsing, unconscious. S’Siskas bares his fangs, considering slitting the ape’s throat, but decides instead to carry the man to a nearby pool of water. S’Siskas none too gently tosses the man into the pool, but disappears before the man resurfaces. 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?: S’Siskas sighs, half-closing his eyes as he toys with a small throwing blade hidden under his bracer. He stands, stretching smoothly, and ‘accidentally’ falls into the dwarf. The dwarf opens his mouth to protest, but feels the blade digging into his side, and his mouth snaps shut. S’Siskas pushes off the dwarf, blade once again hidden, and exits the tavern, not having made a single sound. 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? S’Siskas sighs at the news. The other was always a fool. S’siskas turns away, before whipping back around, fist clenched, aimed to crash into the other Kha’s face. The move caught the other Kha by surprise, knocking him out cold. S’Siskas drags the unconscious one to the village leader for proper judgement. 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 do. Please include a screenshot or 3D render of your character's skin It’s a work in progress. I’m not a great skin maker.

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Joker_Knight How old are you?: 18 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Time Zone Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Sadly no. I hope to change that. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes, I have. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I was eagerly looking for an RP server that was actually taken seriously. 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/!: Yes. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is assuming the life, morals, and abilities of a virtual character, allowing you to act in ways similar to, or different from, your own. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Metagaming is using knowledge that your character would not have access to during roleplay. An example would be knowing the exact moment something happens, while your character is many miles away. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting is RP'ing in such a fashion that other persons RP'ing with you have minimal/no time to react to your actions. In-Character Details Character Name: Nihlar Ashcroft 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: Nihlar Ashcroft, simply put, is a sprightly young elf of 85 years and a perhaps too helpful spirit. Nihlar was born eight-five years ago on the outskirts of the city Laurelin to a loving family. He was born with the normal snow-white hair, but unusual red eyes. His family and the town he lived in knew it was an oddity, but it was never a point of contention. His father was an avid collector of tales, which he would happily share with his young son. Nihlar's favorite stories often involved brave heroes who fought off the undead. Something about fighting an enemy that shouldn't even be moving intrigued and thrilled him. His mother, on the other hand, was far more down-to-earth than his father. She trained him in the bow and sword, and encouraged him to hunt on his own. As the elf boy grew, he became known for his negotiating skills, often resolving issues with words, rather than the fairly formidable combat skills taught to him by his mother. Many of the beggars on the streets knew him well, for he was the person that would give away his last few coins with a smile on his face. He always puts others safety before his own, almost to a fault. He dreams of becoming a Paladin, fighting the undead and helping those in need. He is easily spotted by his characteristic blue and gold clothing, colors he is quite fond of, something beggars and persons in distressed were grateful for. What are your characters ambitions?: Nihlar wishes to become a Paladin. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: http://imgur.com/92E6c Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: I hope the bio covered that. 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 slowly entered the city of Arethor, not due to caution, but wonder. Every city is a new world to be explored. As I meander down the streets, I hear the call of a vendor. "Fine goods for sale! There is something for everyone in my shop!", yells a poorly-clothed dwarf. His eyes lock with mine as I approach his stall, but they seemed more fearful than happy. "Is there something I can help you with, sir?", he nervously says to me. "I was looking for a new sword, perhaps something of dwarven make. Do you think you can help me?", I respond, knowing full well he had nothing of quality. The vendor scrambled around his store, and came up with an iron sword a few moments later. "This is the best sword I have to offer sir. It is of my own forge, and I sell my wares proudly.", he said, much more enthusiastically. I eyed the roughly made blade, doubting it would last more than a few blows. "It looks wonderful! It is exactly what I need!", I said, knowing that I would be walking away with a much lighter coin purse than he expected. "The blade is 100 minas, sir." I handed him a pouch, filled with many more coins than was the cost. He looked up, but I had almost disappeared. He looked more carefully, and he saw me. I threw him a jaunty wink, and continued on my stroll through the mighty city. 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? It was late, and the road was notorious for bandits. I had little to fear, knowing my words or my blade could end any dispute peacefully. The blade would always be a last resort, and always was. I came upon a dwarf and an orc arguing. The orc was clearly attempting to rob the poor dwarf, but the conversation paused as I strode into earshot. "Good evening, gentlemen. I hope I am not interrupting anything of importance. What seems to be the issue?", I called to them. The dwarf looked immensely relieved at the sight of another person. The orc eyed me, knowing I was a threat, but said nothing. I strode to the dwarf, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Ah, young Dorin! I was looking for you!", I said to the dwarf, while subtly poking him in the ribs. The dwarf almost jumped, but understood and managed to conceal his surprise. "My good Orc, I hope my friend here was not bothering you. I do hope these coins will prevent any further problems.". I tossed him a bulging pouch of coins and strode away, with my hand still firmly on the dwarf's shoulder, before the orc could say anything. Once I had escorted him to the city, I patted his shoulder, handed him what few coins I had remaining for a room at the inn, and sauntered off into the darkness. 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 came upon an old man. His frail frame barely filled the clothes he was wearing. He looked too weak to be walking with the thin cane he was carrying with him. As I approached, the cane snapped, and he flopped heavily to the ground, with the clatter of a coin purse breaking open. I walked over to the stunned old man, and offer him a hand to stand up. Once the man was standing, I crouched over the pick up the coins he dropped. He watched me carefully, with his sharp eyes not missing a detail. I procured a new pouch from my pocket, and refilled it for him. "Why do you help me?", whispered the old man. "Because I can.", I replied softly, knowing he had lived a hard life. The man did not speak after this, seemingly contemplating my words. I handed him the pouch, and he hefted it in his palm. The pouch was noticeably heavier than when he dropped it, but he said nothing. I walked to the forest on the side of the road, and found a much thicker cane, and handed it to him. He took it, again silently. We walked side by side, silently, for a long while, until we reached Malinor. He looked at me for the first time since I handed him his coins. He whispered his thanks, and walked away, with new hope in his step. I merely watched, shrugged, and went on my way.