~Verye~

I am getting the Internal server error, finally it is addressed by a coder!

My IGN is ARROWGOD btw (all caps)

Xeon's Builder Application for 3.0

Oh,patron saint of LoTC,shiftnative I humbly present my application

MC Name: ARROWGOD

Duty you'd like to apply for: Honeybee work, but I really could build some buildings.

Concepts: Elegant buildings, council halls, high elven buildings, tribal buildings, islamic looking buildings, druid groves, bridges, rivers, halfling burrows.

Other works:

Some free building I did awhile back.

http://imgur.com/a/9yLuW

Some other builds

http://imgur.com/a/Jwtny

Do you have teamspeak?:(Microphone not required.) Yes i have ts. But i cant use it alot.

Quick Travel is fixed. Only a few teleports are back up, we have to relink everything. Get a GM to rebind it if you find one that's broken.

The Vale quick travel is broke and also the malinor one and probably all of the ones in the cloud temple harbor.

Thank you, :D

(this isnt a book, it is simply a story of my character that will be updated as I rp, do not meta this.)

Abraham's Testament

"One of strength and power...is now one of weakness and submission."

An explosion of red energy, and flame suddenly erupt in the darkness. The red energy and flame illuminate the darkness and a hushed voice resonates into the soul "One of strength and power...is now one of weakness and submission."

The 4 year old halfling awakes in fear and breathes rapidly while sitting up in bed. The halfling looks around and sees the sun slowly seep through the windows of the orphanage, illuminating the room and exposing the rest of the sleeping children. The Halfling hears talking coming from the room behind the door out of the sleeping quarters. The sheets are thrown off of the bed as the halfling springs up and creeps to the door to get a better listen.

The voices grow louder, a well spoken man is heard "My wife Elrene is cursed with infertility but that does not mean that I will have this little pest running around our manor!"

The orphanage caretaker's female voice is heard "Mr. Fenring the other children are asleep at this time, come back in the evening."

The male voice known as Mr. Fenring was heard again but this time it was angry "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I AM TO LEAVE TO MY MANOR ON THE SALVIAN COUNTRYSIDE IN AN HOUR, WAKE UP THE DAMNED KIDS!"

The caretaker's voice was timid and was heard again "...sor..ry mr. Fenring...I will awake the kids."

The halfling knew the caretaker was about to come to the door so he tried to quickly scurry back to bed but he was too slow, the door behind him opened just as he was about to reach his bed.

Elrene's eyes widened and she smiled wide as she saw the halfling her voice was in awe "Awww...Allistar look at that cute little boy!"

The man known as Allistar now or "Mr. Fenring" looked at the halfling "You there, turn around."

The halfling turned around and faced Allistar with timid eyes. The Carekeeper looked to the halfling and kneeled down to his height then looked up to Allistar and Elrene "Poor little guy, he was left here on our doorstep four years ago with a note that simply said to take care of him well, *sighs the poor guy is so much smaller than the other kids his age, maybe just give it time and he'll grow...but none of the couples that came here wanted a runt."

Allistar knelt down to the Halfling's eye level and stared him right in his emerald eyes then took out a small gold coin with the engraved lettering "Abraham Fenring" strewn across it. Allistar sighed and put his hand out with the coin for the halfling to grab it "It was my grandfather's coin, Abraham Fenring...*deep sigh* my grandfather was the last member of the Fenring family to actually bring it dignity and purpose, he died in Aegis when the warriors went into Draucherim to fight...he was caught in the heart with an arrow while he was leaving the portal, my father told me that his last request was for his kin to end in a way even more honorable and courageous than his own...none since have fufilled that."

Elrene patted Allistar on the back "Allistar...honey your grandfather would be proud of you."

Allistar shed a tear as the halfling slowly took the coin from his hand and examined it, Allistar patted the halfling on the head "You will be the one to end in an honorable and courageous way...because you will bear my grandfather's name....I name thy...Abraham Fenring." Allistar hugged the newly named Abraham tightly and then rose to his feet as Elrene and the caretaker looked on in happiness.

The Caretaker looked to Allistar with greed in her eyes "2000 mina sir."

Allistar wrote up a quick mina note for 2000 and handed it to the Caretaker. Elrene, Allistar, and Abraham left the orphanage and took their carriage back to the Fenring Manor.

Allistar and Elrene took great care of Abraham, Allistar taught Abraham how to act and raised him human. None of the parents knew that Abraham was a halfling until they enrolled him in a very top of the line school when he was about 10 years of age. Allistar and Elrene noticed quickly that Abraham was smaller than the other kids. This pained Allistar because he had plans for Abraham to live the life of a warrior like his grandfather and not the life of a tax collector like himself. Allistar was deeply dissapointed that Abraham was so small and the stress built up so much within him as the years passed and Abraham still didn't match up to the kid's his age. By age 13 Abraham had only grown an inch. Abraham noticed the fake smiles from his mother and how his father never had any time to spend with him.

Abraham knew in his heart that something was wrong...and he was also deeply ashamed of himself for not being up to par with the other children's size.

One night while Abraham was asleep Allistar and Elrene were in their bedroom getting ready for bed and Allistar's stress overtook him, Allistar picked up a vase and hurled it at the wall that seperated their room from Abraham's room. The vase shattered into a million tiny pieces. Abraham was awake the whole time and his Predictions were true...his parents hated him for his size. A tear fell down Abraham's cheek as he heard Allistar yell in the other room through the thin walls "MY SON IS A RUNT! I KNEW I SHOULD OF NEVER ADOPTED HIM! I FAILED MY GRANDFATHER AND I FAILED MYSELF!" Allistar was in a rage and Elrene tried to calm him but he back hand smacked Elrene in her eye sending her plummeting to the red wool carpet.

Elrene cried hysterically while looking up at Allistar from the floor "YOU BASTARD!"

Allistar looked into Elrene's eyes with bloodlust and approached her "IT'S ALL YOUR ******* FAULT! YOUR INFERTILITY IS NOT ONLY A CURSE TO YOU BUT TO ME ALSO! YOU DAMNED *****!" Allistar proceeded to back hand smack Elrene in the face as she screamed. Eltrene lay crying and covering her abused face while Allistar rose up slowly and got into bed. While Abraham was laying down in his bed he bursted into tears and tried to keep his cries silent...and that was probably the only thing he'd ever be good at...never letting anyone hear him cry.

The same hushing voice from the dream long ago whispered into Abraham's ear while he was silently crying "You are unloved."

Abraham only cried more until he fell to sleep. The next day the family acted like as if nothing happened, Elrene's right eye was bruised and swollen and Allistar silently sipped his morning tea. Allistar looked over to Abraham as he welked downstairs into the family room and faked a smile "Morning Abe, sleep well?"

Abraham felt utter disgust and sadness when he saw Allistar's fake smile, he was disgusted at how his father could just yell about regretting ever adopting him and then the next morning acting like everything was fine. Abraham walked over to the window and looked out into the Salvian expanse, wheat fields, homesteads, and the salvian city gates far off in the distance. Elrene mustered up all of the will she had left and tapped on the table to get Abraham's attention "Uhm...sweetie, your father hired a trainer for Close combat lessons, first session will begin at 10 so eat your breakfast."

Abraham was suprised and he looked back to his mother, noticing the huge bruise on her right eye he chose to not mention it "Mother... what about classes today?"

Allistar casually got up from his seat and approached Abraham, putting a hand on his shoulder. Abraham tensed up at the touch of his aggressive father's hand on his shoulder. Allistar sighed "Abe, you already excel in your studies, this is just a little side thing." Allistar smiled and gave Abraham one last pat on the shoulder then pulled his hand away "Well, eat up!"

Abraham sat down at the table while contemplating what the session would be like. Then Abraham started to eat his breakfast. Abraham started the lessons, day by day, training with his master in the arts of close quarters bare knuckle fighting. The training went on for monthes, Allistar was starting to regain hope in in Abraham. Abraham was 15 years old, he has been training for 2 years now and it is his first official match with a Salvian 15 year old.

Abraham walked into the center of the gravel pit, the much taller Salvian boy towered above him and laughed when he saw that he would be facing. The match started and Abraham pathetically tried to reach the boy's face but it was to no avail. The boy laughed and then kneed him straight in the jaw knocking Abraham out. Allistar's heart was heavy, Allistar fell to the floor...the stress was too much to bear. Allistar was taken to the local Apothecary where he rested and was taken care of. Allistar was in his bed and when Abraham walked up to the bed with a bruise on his jaw Allistar looked away in shame and muttered "...Why...is he so...little." The Apothecary that was treating Allistar heard this.

The Apothecary looked over to his assistant "Take the boy into the other room...identify his...height problem."

The assistant guided Elrene and Abraham into the other room where the assistant examined Abraham, checking his mouth, eyes, ears, and his feet. Once the assistant saw Abraham's ridiculously hairy feet she sighed and said "...He's a halfling."

Abraham didn't know what it meant, he thought it was some birth defect. Elrene nodded and went back into Allistar's room. Once Allistar found out, he and his wife chose to not tell Abraham what a halfling was, instead Allistar gave up on Abraham being the one to die in a courageous way so he started to raise him into being what he was...a Salvian tax collector. Years of Abraham's parents forcing him to shave his feet hair and to learn the ways of a tax collector all just piled up and turned Abraham into basically a tiny human. Abraham was 20 years old.

On Abraham's first night of being a tax collector he went to a man's home because he wasn't paying taxes and then the man said "A halfling!?" laughed at Abraham and brutally beat him down and left him bloodied on the door step.

Abraham staggered to his feet and crept along the Salvian road with the stars shining bright above him, Abraham made it to his small home near the Fenring manor and he contemplated what the man said....that word, "Halfling."

Abraham contemplated seeking out these "halflings". Abraham then decides that even if the man was a lunatic and made up the word then it would still save him from the shame of being brutally beaten, and having to live the reat of his life as a tax collector. So after monthes of healing his wounds he travelled to the cloud temple and he took the small boat to the vale where he found his new home.

Abraham's story is to be written from here, who knows what can happen. Abraham has yet to learn about the halfling culture and to assimilate to halfling culture. It'll take time. Abraham was 20 years old and still conflicted on whether it was wrong to leave his step parents or right.

As Abraham got off of the Salty Salmon boat he lugged his suitcase full of clothes with him. A strange voice coming from the trees said "Watch your pockets."

Abraham looked around startled by the voice but didn't see anyone so he kept on lugging his heavy suitcase down the gravel path. The birds chirped and the tookwater river flowed as Abraham admired the sights and trudged down the gravel road.

Finally Abraham reached the quaint town of Branborough where he saw a bridge leading to the main part of town, he walked over the bridge and as he was walking over the bridge he felt the bridge shake a bit and saw a shadow move quickly in the river. Abraham thought nothing of it and he continued to walk over the bridge. A jolly voice called out "'ello!"

Abraham looks to see a halfling that's the same size as him waving to him as a female halfling paddles in the river near him. "Hail.." Abraham says nervously.

The female halfling hops out of the river and onto the wooden patio infront of the inn and dries herself off "Eh I be needin' a pole."

Abraham was apalled by the uncivil way these people spoke, it made him cringe. The male halfling looked over to Abraham "Who be in?"

Abraham was confused as to what the male halfling said so he simply sighed and said "I...just arrived here."

Rain suddenly poured down on the halflings and Abraham took cover under the awning "Damned..rain." As Abraham was trying to dry his suit off the two halflings ran into the inn.

The male halfling peaked his head out of the door "Aye get in ta' inn!"

Abraham hesitantly creeps into the inn, a warm fire is burning in the fireplace at the back of the room and halflings are drinking and sharing tales. All of the sudden the male halfling from the patio goes to the back of the counter and plops some eggs and fish down on the stove "Ho' wan's some foo'?"

Abraham was apalled that none of them even introduced themselves but he thought "Eh...I'll get to that in the morning." Abraham looked over to the male halfling behind the counter "Can I sleep here tonight?"

The male halfling smiled "Ya, take a be'."

Abraham walked up to the counter and tossed the male halfling behind the counter 100 minas in a pouch.

The halfling male looks down at the money "Wha's this?"

Abraham is about to walk off but turns at the halfling's response. The halfling goes on to say "Ye new 'alfling."

Abraham stammers "Well...my father taught me to pay for services." The male halfling throws the pouch back to Abraham, Abraham tries to catch it but he misses it and it falls to the floor. Abraham picks the pouch up from the floor and looks to the male halfling in confusion.

The male halfling eyes Abraham "We don' care fer money roun' 'ere, jus loyalty an' respect...an' jokes."

Abraham has a confused look across his face and fiddles with his suit sleeves "uhm..alright then...well, I'll see ya all in the morning." Abraham's goodnight was not given back in return and he walked to a bed in the back of the inn and unpacked his suitcase slipping into his night wear and drifting off to sleep.

(This will be updated as I rp)

Alec, you said that you fixed quick travel...yet it is still broken.

Town name: Oakcrest

Inn name: The Thirsty Wolf Inn

I totally agree with lrinya, the temp map was a mess.

Minecraft Account Name: ARROWGOD (it's really in all caps.)

How old are you?: 16

Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Austrian time zone, -6 hours to EST. (dont worry I stay up REAL late!

Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Mhm I am top of my class in english in my prep school here in Steiermark, Graz Austria. So, I'd say im pretty good with english ;)

Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes, as it says in my about me page I did Live action rp with a larp group called the Forests of Cato, this was about a year ago. Since then I've just been drifting from mc rp servers trying to find one that is really in depth and has alot of players, also a well developed forum.

Lord of the craft proved perfect in all of those criteria, It's playerbase is high, the community is very kind, the forums are so good that "well developed" would be an absolute understatement, and the lore is truly in depth.

Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes I understand the rules, I even read the villain application rules... ;3

How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Well I was striving to find an amazing rp server and eventually lord of the craft showed up on google so...I checked it out and I decided to make an app.

Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: No previous applications.

Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraft...nique-gameplay/! :

Yes I did post it...well as Im typing this I didnt post it, but...as im looking back at the app and reading it I did post it... *sigh Timey wimey stuff, Dr who. :)

In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is basically acting a role that doesn't neccessarily have to be a character you created, it could be anything, just as long as you are in character and you act how your character would act and not how you would act. It is like acting.

In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Metagaming is the vile act of using information that you obtained out of character to aid your character icly. Here are some examples:

Teamspeak:

Jim: Hey bob the orcs are here and they are outnumbering us dwarves, get online!

Bob: Alright I'll get on...also by the way what's the cords to the dwarven fort again?

Jim: oh their 3245252.

Bob: of course of course.

Another example:

A bandit comes into arethor and kills a woman, he runs off and then days later he comes back in full armor helmeted. A gaurd says "OI YOU ARE THE BANDIT THAT KILLED THAT WOMAN DAYS AGO!"

The bandit's helmet is on and the gaurd is metagaming by knowing who the bandit is even though he had armor on.

In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power emoting is when you force actions onto someone and make the rp predicament unfair. IT is selfish and wrong.

Here's an example:

Relgen the powergamius decapitates High Pontiff Jason.

Jason: =_=...

Relgen did not give the pontiff a chance to react, his emote didn't even have an *attempts* before the action, and even if it did have it, it would of still been a terrible emote, here's how it should of went.

Relgen pulls out his sword while facing High pontiff Jason.

Jason also pulls out his sword and gets ready.

Relgen attempts to strike Jason's right shoulder with his sword

Jason attempts to deflect the blow

Relgen's blow is partially deflected but the sword grazes Jason's cloth ripping at as he is deflected.

Now someone has to accept losing unless you are rolling which is not a good way to rp. You see, Rolling makes it so an orc warlord can be bested by a little girl just because he rolled a 1 and she rolled a 20.

Character Name: Abraham Fenring (birth last name that he abandons once he gets comfortable with his halfling bretheren.

Character Race: Halfling

Appearance: 3ft 8, Brown hair, Green eyes, fair skin, some muscle tone.

Age:20(human years)

Personality: Distant at times, a realist, sometimes pessimistic, critical thinker, quiet, (personality can and will change over time.)

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:

An explosion of red energy, and flame suddenly erupt in the darkness. The red energy and flame illuminate the darkness and a hushed voice resonates into the soul "One of strength and power...is now one of weakness and submission."

The 4 year old halfling awakes in fear and breathes rapidly while sitting up in bed. The halfling looks around and sees the sun slowly seep through the windows of the orphanage, illuminating the room and exposing the rest of the sleeping children. The Halfling hears talking coming from the room behind the door out of the sleeping quarters. The sheets are thrown off of the bed as the halfling springs up and creeps to the door to get a better listen.

The voices grow louder, a well spoken man is heard "My wife Elrene is cursed with infertility but that does not mean that I will have this little pest running around our manor!"

The orphanage caretaker's female voice is heard "Mr. Fenring the other children are asleep at this time, come back in the evening."

The male voice known as Mr. Fenring was heard again but this time it was angry "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I AM TO LEAVE TO MY MANOR ON THE SALVIAN COUNTRYSIDE IN AN HOUR, WAKE UP THE DAMNED KIDS!"

The caretaker's voice was timid and was heard again "...sor..ry mr. Fenring...I will awake the kids."

The halfling knew the caretaker was about to come to the door so he tried to quickly scurry back to bed but he was too slow, the door behind him opened just as he was about to reach his bed.

Elrene's eyes widened and she smiled wide as she saw the halfling her voice was in awe "Awww...Allistar look at that cute little boy!"

The man known as Allistar now or "Mr. Fenring" looked at the halfling "You there, turn around."

The halfling turned around and faced Allistar with timid eyes. The Carekeeper looked to the halfling and kneeled down to his height then looked up to Allistar and Elrene "Poor little guy, he was left here on our doorstep four years ago with a note that simply said to take care of him well, *sighs the poor guy is so much smaller than the other kids his age, maybe just give it time and he'll grow...but none of the couples that came here wanted a runt."

Allistar knelt down to the Halfling's eye level and stared him right in his emerald eyes then took out a small gold coin with the engraved lettering "Abraham Fenring" strewn across it. Allistar sighed and put his hand out with the coin for the halfling to grab it "It was my grandfather's coin, Abraham Fenring...*deep sigh* my grandfather was the last member of the Fenring family to actually bring it dignity and purpose, he died in Aegis when the warriors went into Draucherim to fight...he was caught in the heart with an arrow while he was leaving the portal, my father told me that his last request was for his kin to end in a way even more honorable and courageous than his own...none since have fufilled that."

Elrene patted Allistar on the back "Allistar...honey your grandfather would be proud of you."

Allistar shed a tear as the halfling slowly took the coin from his hand and examined it, Allistar patted the halfling on the head "You will be the one to end in an honorable and courageous way...because you will bear my grandfather's name....I name thy...Abraham Fenring." Allistar hugged the newly named Abraham tightly and then rose to his feet as Elrene and the caretaker looked on in happiness.

The Caretaker looked to Allistar with greed in her eyes "2000 mina sir."

Allistar wrote up a quick mina note for 2000 and handed it to the Caretaker. Elrene, Allistar, and Abraham left the orphanage and took their carriage back to the Fenring Manor.

Allistar and Elrene took great care of Abraham, Allistar taught Abraham how to act and raised him human. None of the parents knew that Abraham was a halfling until they enrolled him in a very top of the line school when he was about 10 years of age. Allistar and Elrene noticed quickly that Abraham was smaller than the other kids. This pained Allistar because he had plans for Abraham to live the life of a warrior like his grandfather and not the life of a tax collector like himself. Allistar was deeply dissapointed that Abraham was so small and the stress built up so much within him as the years passed and Abraham still didn't match up to the kid's his age. By age 13 Abraham had only grown an inch. Abraham noticed the fake smiles from his mother and how his father never had any time to spend with him.

Abraham knew in his heart that something was wrong...and he was also deeply ashamed of himself for not being up to par with the other children's size.

One night while Abraham was asleep Allistar and Elrene were in their bedroom getting ready for bed and Allistar's stress overtook him, Allistar picked up a vase and hurled it at the wall that seperated their room from Abraham's room. The vase shattered into a million tiny pieces. Abraham was awake the whole time and his Predictions were true...his parents hated him for his size. A tear fell down Abraham's cheek as he heard Allistar yell in the other room through the thin walls "MY SON IS A RUNT! I KNEW I SHOULD OF NEVER ADOPTED HIM! I FAILED MY GRANDFATHER AND I FAILED MYSELF!" Allistar was in a rage and Elrene tried to calm him but he back hand smacked Elrene in her eye sending her plummeting to the red wool carpet.

Elrene cried hysterically while looking up at Allistar from the floor "YOU BASTARD!"

Allistar looked into Elrene's eyes with bloodlust and approached her "IT'S ALL YOUR ******* FAULT! YOUR INFERTILITY IS NOT ONLY A CURSE TO YOU BUT TO ME ALSO! YOU DAMNED *****!" Allistar proceeded to back hand smack Elrene in the face as she screamed. Eltrene lay crying and covering her abused face while Allistar rose up slowly and got into bed. While Abraham was laying down in his bed he bursted into tears and tried to keep his cries silent...and that was probably the only thing he'd ever be good at...never letting anyone hear him cry.

The same hushing voice from the dream long ago whispered into Abraham's ear while he was silently crying "You are unloved."

Abraham only cried more until he fell to sleep. The next day the family acted like as if nothing happened, Elrene's right eye was bruised and swollen and Allistar silently sipped his morning tea. Allistar looked over to Abraham as he welked downstairs into the family room and faked a smile "Morning Abe, sleep well?"

Abraham felt utter disgust and sadness when he saw Allistar's fake smile, he was disgusted at how his father could just yell about regretting ever adopting him and then the next morning acting like everything was fine. Abraham walked over to the window and looked out into the Salvian expanse, wheat fields, homesteads, and the salvian city gates far off in the distance. Elrene mustered up all of the will she had left and tapped on the table to get Abraham's attention "Uhm...sweetie, your father hired a trainer for Close combat lessons, first session will begin at 10 so eat your breakfast."

Abraham was suprised and he looked back to his mother, noticing the huge bruise on her right eye he chose to not mention it "Mother... what about classes today?"

Allistar casually got up from his seat and approached Abraham, putting a hand on his shoulder. Abraham tensed up at the touch of his aggressive father's hand on his shoulder. Allistar sighed "Abe, you already excel in your studies, this is just a little side thing." Allistar smiled and gave Abraham one last pat on the shoulder then pulled his hand away "Well, eat up!"

Abraham sat down at the table while contemplating what the session would be like. Then Abraham started to eat his breakfast. Abraham started the lessons, day by day, training with his master in the arts of close quarters bare knuckle fighting. The training went on for monthes, Allistar was starting to regain hope in in Abraham. Abraham was 15 years old, he has been training for 2 years now and it is his first official match with a Salvian 15 year old.

Abraham walked into the center of the gravel pit, the much taller Salvian boy towered above him and laughed when he saw that he would be facing. The match started and Abraham pathetically tried to reach the boy's face but it was to no avail. The boy laughed and then kneed him straight in the jaw knocking Abraham out. Allistar's heart was heavy, Allistar fell to the floor...the stress was too much to bear. Allistar was taken to the local Apothecary where he rested and was taken care of. Allistar was in his bed and when Abraham walked up to the bed with a bruise on his jaw Allistar looked away in shame and muttered "...Why...is he so...little." The Apothecary that was treating Allistar heard this.

The Apothecary looked over to his assistant "Take the boy into the other room...identify his...height problem."

The assistant guided Elrene and Abraham into the other room where the assistant examined Abraham, checking his mouth, eyes, ears, and his feet. Once the assistant saw Abraham's ridiculously hairy feet she sighed and said "...He's a halfling."

Abraham didn't know what it meant, he thought it was some birth defect. Elrene nodded and went back into Allistar's room. Once Allistar found out, he and his wife chose to not tell Abraham what a halfling was, instead Allistar gave up on Abraham being the one to die in a courageous way so he started to raise him into being what he was...a Salvian tax collector. Years of Abraham's parents forcing him to shave his feet hair and to learn the ways of a tax collector all just piled up and turned Abraham into basically a tiny human. Abraham was 20 years old.

On Abraham's first night of being a tax collector he went to a man's home because he wasn't paying taxes and then the man said "A halfling!?" laughed at Abraham and brutally beat him down and left him bloodied on the door step.

Abraham staggered to his feet and crept along the Salvian road with the stars shining bright above him, Abraham made it to his small home near the Fenring manor and he contemplated what the man said....that word, "Halfling."

Abraham contemplated seeking out these "halflings". Abraham then decides that even if the man was a lunatic and made up the word then it would still save him from the shame of being brutally beaten, and having to live the reat of his life as a tax collector. So he travelled to the cloud temple and he took the small boat to the vale where he found his new home.

Abraham's story is to be written from here, who knows what can happen. Abraham has yet to learn about the halfling culture and to assimilate to halfling culture. It'll take time. Abraham is 20 years old and still conflicted on whether it was wrong to leave his step parents or right.

What are your characters ambitions?: Abraham's one ambition is not fancy, there is no avenging parents, leading a nation, protecting all life, or finding a long lost heirloom that wields super powers. Abraham's one true ambition is to just find a purpose in a world where everyone sees him as small.

Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Basically my character will most likely over time grow on halfling culture and eventually just rip off his sleeves and let his foot hair grow, but in the beginning he will be very sophisticated, serious, and introverted when it comes to halfling activities.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6lVXDiZLdxM&list=UUllkglaEonKnyt0qU1yNg5A&index=22&feature=plpp_video

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?

Abraham for some odd reason is in Arethor, Abraham looks over to the dwarf "Hello fellow, do you have any books for sale...preferably blank ones...i've been wanting to write a poem about the tookwater river."

The dwarf smiles and takes out a brown blank book "Aye, give me about 20 minas, so...you write poems?"

Abraham nodded and smiled "Ah yes, I tend to write poems about the nature around the Vale...it just soothes me. I envy nature, the trees, the sky, the water, the grass...they are all one...when a drop of water falls into a stream it becomes one with the stream...but when I was dropped into this world I became seperate from the stream...all of us halflings became seperate."

The dwarf was amazed by the motive behind the poems and nodded in marvel "Wow...that's deep...so about the 20 minas?"

Abraham nods and feels a bit dissapointed at the dwarf's disregard, he hands over the minas and takes the book then walks off into the cold autumn air.

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 cool midnight breeze hits Abraham's face as he walks down the Oren road. Orange and red leaves fall from the autumn trees and a loud roar is heard. Abraham is instantly in fear but his curiosity overtakes him and he keeps walking down the road but this time in a more stealthy manner. After a few minutes of walking Abraham spots two figures in the distance, one really huge green figure, and one short figure.

Abraham pondered "-A halfling...?-" The shorter figure then started to move rapidly and the obvious orc was knocked back. Abraham was suprised and thought "-Well...maybe a dwarf then.-"

Abraham crept down the road further even though he was intensely afraid. Abraham remained unseen while crouching near a bush while the leaves fell atop of him out of the shine of the moon light. A better vantage point was given and Abraham could make out their faces and hear them. Abraham heard the orc "LATZ WILL BE FLAT IB LATZ DUN GIMME LATZ SHINIES!"

The dwarf roared and tried to smash his whole body into the orc's stomach. The orc staggered again but this time to the floor "Aye, that'll teach ya not ta' mess wit us dwarves!"

The orc instantly lunged up and uppercutted the dwarf's chin with a powerful fist sending him backwards to the bushes. The orc then approached the dwarf while he was caught in the bushes "Latz...are really gunna get flat nuw."

Abraham watched in terror as the orc approached the dwarf, the urge to do something, just something was so strong but...the truth that Abraham was just a halfling was stronger. Abraham let a tear roll down his cheek as he watched the Orc mercilessly bash the dwarf's skull in. Abraham walked off into the night...ashamed and weak.

The hushing...voice comes back again "Walk from...the courageous death your father spoke of...coward." Abraham ran almost as if he was trying to run from all of the shame, dodging animals and plants as he ran. Abraham ran faster than he ever had...until he forgot the shame...or until the denial masked it to a point where he could think calmly again.

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?:

While walking on the road to Malinor Abraham spots an elderly man walking along the road with a weak looking walking stick. Abraham walks up to him and is about to ask something but suddenly the walking stick breaks and the old man goes tumbling down to the floor.

Abraham gasps in suprise and quickly tries to help him up, "Are you ok sir?"

The old man nods as he is helped up and pats Abraham on the back "Yes yes child I am fine...thank you."

Abraham feels extremely embarassed because the old man thought that he was a child, Abraham can't take it, he can't take the shame and he lets go of the man then kicks him in the back of the leg sending him back to the floor. As the old man looks up into Abraham's eyes he is confused "Child...child...why so violent?"

Abraham looks into the old man's eyes with tears running down his face and his face filled with anger "Your...words make me want to die...and...they make me want you to die, but I know that wouldn't change the fact that you called me a child." Abraham kicks the old man in the face and walks off down the road again leaving the old man to his misery.

But it still wasn't enough, Abraham was regretting what he did a bit...Abraham thought "-Did...it really make a difference if I were to leave him there...hurt and broken? Should I have helped him...?-"

Abraham avoided the thoughts and the old man's cries and continued walking down the road as the old man yelled "YOU ROTTEN KID!" That last remark just pained Abraham even more, Abraham kept walking and tried his best not to burst into tears.

the hushing voice came again "Don't let anyone see you cry Abe."

(im bad at OPRQ's I know...its because I like to roleplay and not do preset situations.)

Name Idea: OakCrest or Autumnborough or FairHallow

* personally thinks that this will make him uncomfortable and probably resort to cold sweats throughout the night and excessive sobbing.

(practicing for the rp server ;3 <3)

Definately the Islamic type, it shows progress in the orcs and innovation.

Well....what can I say...I am 16 year old boy that is really keen in the "arts" I love astronomy, and (oh just look at my interests silly ;p).

I am...also a practicing scientologists and Im in Ap physics, taking college classes and I hate physical activity. My mom says im more of a braniac and less of a super man! ;3

I like video game music, like minecraft music, final fantasy music, kingdom hearts music, and old nes themes.

I also love roleplaying, I used to LARP in the forests of Cato (thats what my larp kingdom called it) ;#.

Anndddd....uhmmmm ;3 soooo yeah... ;3. I plan on applying as a halfling.

This was pretty good....i guess ;/ could use some work...