Ashaelia

*Wandering through Normandor on her way to the docks. Ashaelia notices a job bored posted along the boardwalk.* "Aye, I could use with a bit of extra scratch." *Rummaging through her back for a piece of parchment and a writing implement she begins her application.* To whom it may concern, My name is Ashaelia. I currently reside in the forests of Elandriel. I happen to be passing by your notice bored would like to inquire into the position of "Farmer". As a Dedicant of the Druidic Order and lover of the green world I have a natural born ability to make things grow. I am available to start immediately at the beckon of your request. I look forward to serving the lovely city of Normandor and its inhabitants. Like I have stated I have most readily found about the forest of Elandriel studying at the Druidic Order. Many thanks in advance for your opportunity. Ashaelia Gardenia Caeruisce "Right, well, that ought to do it." *Ashaelia heads off in search of delivering her leader before heading back to her study tasks.

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Ashaelia How old are you?: 25 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: -5 GMT Eastern Standard Time Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: As a former student of "Advanced English Composition & Literature" in high school and college I believe I have a decent understanding of the English language for the purpose of intricate world-creating role-play. Have you had any previous experience in role-playing?: I have been an avid patron of internet role play since the early days of AOL (American Online) chat rooms. Which I believe now puts me as a role play veteran of 12 years and counting. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: I, Ashaelia, have clicked and read through all rule links presented to me and hereby agree to the terms set forth by LotC. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Having gotten bored playing through run-of-the-mill Minecraft servers filled with nothing but bad grammar, exceptional griefing, and very little "actual" role play; I began searching the internet for a more intricate storyline based server. The likes of such search led me here to Asulon, and I must say that I love the amount of intense detail and obvious care put into creating such an expansive lore-written world in a well executed attempt at expanding upon a once simplistic sand-box style game. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: N/A - This is my first application. Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum?: At the time of writing I have the link to said Minecraft Forums open in a separate tab and plan on posting to it once I have finished here. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of role-playing is: The art of Role-Play (in this genres context) is a literary gaming-art in which a player creates a persona that is then "played" or "acted" out in accordance to the surroundings of an imaginary world set up for such a purpose. The point of this act is to create an ever evolving story through which a varietal display of personal choices, vivid imagery, and carefully thought out emotes enhanced with detailed dialogue, are used by a multitude of players in conjunction with one another to create an expansive world of endless wonder and possibilities. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming, from what I understand, is the use of outside sources or an out-of-game platform (such as Skype, Teamspeak, Phones, etc) to gain an advantage in game that would otherwise not been possible. Basically, using an external method of communicating to gain help in a current game situation where one would normally have to find aid in game via normal means to obtain help with the situation. This advantage known as "Meta-gaming" can cause unfair advantages in the story's timeline when abused. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting in role-playing is when one character blatantly ignores the actions of certain other characters or actions happening in his/her immediate area in order to unfairly gain an advantage. An easy example ignoring a battle hit in order to gain the upper hand by pretending it either didn't happen or by using an unrealistic means of countering an action. In-Character Details Character Name: Ashaelia Caeruisce [Ash-ay-lia Care-oo-eesk] Character Race: Elven 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: A maiden of Elven decent, Ashaelia is a devout caretaker of Mother Earth and all her creatures. Garbed in robes of intricate natural design; her long flowing emerald green hair compliments that of her vine strewn, floral accented apparel. Violet eyes look to the sky with a spirit of uplifted hope and love for life. She takes great joy in helping things to grow; from the smallest seed to the largest of humanities escapades. Harboring a deep need to be of service, not only to nature, but to all those that would come in a time of need, no matter how daunting of a task. Aside from such eminent and obvious bindings to the natural world, Ashaelia is a surprisingly bright tactical genius owing to a love of strategic mind games and an exceptional knack for analysis and silent observation. Originally born in the Elven Capital of Normandor, Ashaelia gained a very basic working knowledge of everything from High Court conduct to the general Marketplace raucous. Once a quiet, shy child; Ashaelia spent most of her formative years observing rather than speaking. This is the reason that no doubt led to her now calm, compassionate, and kind-hearted demeanor. As time passed and she was deemed as having "come-of-age" Ashaelia mounted her courage and set off on a journey of discovery as she left her home village in search of something greater. However, regardless of the grand environment she had once grew up in, Ashaelia somehow managed to keep her life as simple and pleasant as ever. As she traveled she would teach others the joys of growing green life in exchange for being allowed to examine foreign items. She was after all, a very inquisitively curious creature with a lust to learn everything possible when it came to strange objects of unknown origin. This obsession became apparent in her need to examine the ins-outs and inner workings of anything and everything obscure that might cross her path. Having made her living traveling and teaching strangers the laws of nature and the joys of cultivation she now began to feel a strange longing growing deep within her. It was indeed a rare wish for her race, but she could feel the pangs of motherhood calling her. Nearing the possibly still fertile age of Two Hundered and Twenty Four, she knew that nearly half of her available maternal window was over. Her race had been cursed since the days of Iblees and so offspring were few and far between. It had been recorded that they were only conceivable within the first give centuries of life. And to this end, Ashaelia knew, it was time to make a place for herself in this world. One where she could settle down and raise a family to carry on the traditions that had been passed unto her and ensure the continuation of her culture. Through her passing travels she heard tell of a Druidic Order that made its home in the woodland city of Elandriel. With their respect of the natural world and their deep admiration for retelling the lore of old; it was like a beacon of light bursting forth through the trees awakening her new calling in this world. Ashaelia finished the days tasks and took rest; For tomorrow she would head for Elandriel, and the start of her new path. What are your characters ambitions?: To share with others the joys of cultivation, To instill in others a sense of reverence and respect for the natural world, to make her place in the grand tapestry of life and in so doing garner a husband and child with which their culture might be preserved. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Ashaelia - Vine Dress & Floral Wreath Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: I decided that giving my character a very simple backstory was best in order to observe the flow of the already existing story-lines to better see how I might fight in. This is also the reason I left her future wide open but with a striving factor that keeps her going. This way she has a goal, yet is open to the influences of the world. Having taken a liking to the already existing lore of the world I found it surprisingly easy to find Ashaelia's place in the tapestry. With this mindset in place it affords me a valuable point from which to 'begin' to write her story and help shape the history of Asulon as it unfolds that may later be retold in the records of ancient lore. 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 village was quaint and the sun was high. The familiar smells of fresh baked goods filled the market place among the general mercantile chatter and clanging of mental. Ashaelia had been wondering aimlessly, observing the overall merriment of the days occasions; not really looking for anything in particular. That is until a deep bellow whose cries of desperation and anticipation caught her ear. Pausing for a moment, she glanced around to find the direction of the bizarre call that emanated a mix of hope, sadness, determination, and despair. To her right, standing upon a tattered blanket filled with unusual Dwarven wares stood a stocky sort of man. His booming voice attempting to beckon new business his way. The nature of his stance exuded confidence, but in his eyes revealed the look of a man desperately trying to make ends meet. With a heavy heart Ashaelia smiled and glided her way towards him. Meeting his eye she gave a warm friendly heart-warming smile as she bent down to take a look at his wares. "Aye, such a lovely selection." Ashaelia complimented in an attempt to boost his morale. "It's not everyday you come across goods of this caliber." She said picking up the nearest strange 'thingamajig' and examining every inch of it. "And where does your journey hailed you from Dwarf?" 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? 'Looks like my lessons ran a bit later than usual' Ashaelia thought to herself as she hurried down the stone path on her way towards camp after an unusually busy day. All was good until she couldn't help but over hear the sounds of trouble escalating from afar. The moonlight shown through the clouds to reveal the shadows of a rather large figure in the near distance. His stance about as threatening as his voice. She could tell by the accent that the stranger was of Orcish origin. And his threats seemed to be aimed at a stocky sort of man whose shimmering beard unmistakably gave him away as Dwarven. It was too early for her to tell the cause of the conflict but it was obvious by the nature of things that it was inclined to get serious. Not being one particularly aimed in the ways of combat, yet not being one to walk by idly and let harm come to those in need; Ashaelia slickly guarded herself under the protection of shadow under a nearby tree yet close enough to eavesdrop on the situation. Keeping her ear perked she attempted to find the source of the conflict. If it indeed needed her assistance she would step in to protect the common well-being, but she was not about to throw herself in harms way over something she new nothing about. Especially as underhandedly armed she was compared to the hulking brutes standing before her. 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?: All that was heard was the crack of breaking wood accompanied by a loud thud of human bones and a clatter of scattered coin. Without hesitation Ashaelia whisked herself to kneel by the elderly mans side. "Sir, Sir! Are you hurt?" She began examining him gently for any signs of serious damage. In the back of her mind she was already cycling through a list of remedies to ease times such as these. She glanced at the rickety broken old stick. The elderly man seemed to not be harboring any seriously life threatening injuries but simply lie there for a moment a bit winded attempting to catch his breath. Deeming it best to leave him there for a moment while he regained his wits about him after such a tumble she walked her way over to the nearest tree. Feeling her way around as she stare at the branches. One of them looked particularly sturdy and of the right size. She did not like the prospect of cutting down trees all the time. But when an urgent need found itself present she found it perfectly acceptable. Reaching into her bag she pulled out an iron scythe (a crescent shaped axe); in a sweet tongue she whispered a silent prayer to the tree and waited for a response. A gust of wind with its words on the breeze echoed the trees thoughts to her and she ceremonially cut a dark limb of sturdy wood. Walking back over to the man she knelt down and helped him to his feet, along with his newly acquired walking stick. His bag of coins still scattered the ground, but Ashaelia was unconcerned about such things at the moment. She waited by his side to make sure he was in a suitable condition to continue on his way. "That was a rather nasty fall." She giggled to lighten the mood and ease the tension. "Where does your path lead you today, if you don't mind me asking? Perhaps I can accompany you for a while."