Out-Of-Character Details
Minecraft Account Name: TornadoWatch
How old are you?: 15
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: United States, EST.
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, I do. I have excellent grades in English.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes. I've done plenty of text-based roleplay online, and I've played on various other Minecraft RP servers.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:
It's hard not to hear about you guys. I heard about you on another server months ago.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:
http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/73227-tornados-first-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/! :
Yes. Posted!
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:
Roleplaying is the act of taking on another persona other than yourself and pretending to be that character.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:
Meta-gaming is the use of information that you know OOC, but that you character DOESN'T know IC.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:
Power-emoting is when one uses emotes to dictate another's actions without their consent. For example, saying that you 'Slash someone's head off' or 'Handcuff them and tackle them to the ground'.
In-Character Details
Character Name:
Jonathan Black
Character Race:
Human
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:
Jonathan Black's father, William Black, was an innkeeper in the city of Arethor. When his mother wasn't busy helping to keep the inn running, she also ran a clothing store quite close to the inn. Jonathan's parents were both good at what they did, and were successful enough to send him to school. His father also provided an entirely different, yet extremely necessary, framework for him: Morality. Jonathan's father clearly taught him the difference between right and wrong. He was taught to not steal, lie, or kill, and to defend and help those who could not help themselves, amongst other things. He wasn't taught, however, not to hate orcs; in fact, he was taught quite the opposite. This somewhat irrational dislike has remained with him today.
Jonathan's childhood was mostly uneventful; he did well in his studies, proving to be an intelligent student. He also showed a strong desire to learn the art of the sword and bow. The fact that Jonathan was ambidextrious helped him greatly in doing this. By the time he was an adult, Jonathan was surprisingly skilled in battle. He joined the City Guard of Arethor for five years, but quit due to the fact that he found it boring, not to mention that he wished to do good outside of the city. He is now twenty-three years of age. He intends to become a Cleric, or perhaps a member of another organization. He also intends to serve Arethor in some greater capacity then as a city guard, if at all possible - but not at the cost of his conscience.
What are your characters ambitions?:
For now? Joining the Order of Clerics.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
http://imgur.com/SjHlI
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:
He's a very friendly and kindhearted individual, but can be deathly serious when it comes to putting an end to evil, as he calls it. A bit of a Templar, at times. He uses two swords and a bow in combat, along with a shield on his back if needed.
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 approach the shopkeeper with a smile, looking at his wares; it appears to be some Dwarven craftsmanship. While doing so, I take a look at his clothing; he appears to be rather threadbare. It's obvious that he's fallen on hard times. "Fine wares, dwarf. What brings you to Arethor?"
"Tryin' to make a livin'", he answers. "Times are tough. Ye wouldn't believe the taxes!"
I pick up a sword; it's light, and yet sharp. "How much would this piece be?"
The dwarf pauses, "I'd have to say... Twelve minas."
I dig into my pockets; the tinkling of coins can be clearly heard, and the eyes of the dwarf nearly light up. I take out twenty-five minas; over half the originally asked price. I place them on the table and equip the sword, putting it in its sheath on my side.
The dwarf appears flabbergasted. "That's... N-not what I asked for. A bit le-"
I cut him off. "A fine blade deserves a fine sum. Have a good night, friend. I give him a friendly nod and then walk off into the crowd. I smile as I do so; that sum would be enough to feed the dwarf and his family for weeks.
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'm not givin' ye any money!", I hear a voice yell ahead through the darkness.
I could hear some unintelligent murmuring from the orc. The drawing of a weapon followed shortly after. As I got closer, I could see that he was handling a large battleaxe.
I jump into action immediately, drawing my weapons and approaching the Orc in an intimidating manner. "Get back and leave him alone, brute. I don't want this to get messy." I scowl at him, clearly not amused.
The orc growls at me and attacks, attempting to bring his axe down at a somewhat alarming speed.
I barely block it with my swords. I then attempt to do a quick thrust, but the orc dodges back, swinging again.
He ends up hitting me, but it's only a glancing blow; I decide not to get hit again. One good hit is all it would take for him to cleave right through me, after all.
I make a quick slash, hitting him and even drawing blood. The orc just growls in raw fury and comes at me; at the last moment, I stab straight forward with both of my blades at once. There's a sickening wet sound as the swords pierce through him, followed by him falling on the ground in a pool of his own blood, dead.
"An honorable death." I say as I look at his dead body, "But he didn't seem to be the most honorable individual, either. Everyone deserves a proper burial, however. Let's get that over with." I say, looking at the dwarf.
We both bury the orc by the side of the road. Afterwards, the two of us stop in a nearby tavern and enjoy a drink together, sharing stories and taking a brief rest before heading our own ways.
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 run up to him at full speed, obviously concerned, "Are you alright, sir?" I gently shake him to see if he is conscious.
"I-I'm... Fine..." He wheezes out, "J-Just don't take my money, it's all I have..."
I shake my head as I pick up the coins and put them back into the bag, "No, no, old man, I won't. But are you alright? You seem weak."
He coughs, closing his eyes briefly, "So tired... But I'm fine." He tries to stand up, but is unable to. It appears that he sprained something.
"Here, let me help you.", I say, picking him up and helping him walk.
I take him to a nearby inn where I leave a fairly large sum of minas; it should be enough to take care of him for several days. I instruct them to tend to his injuries and make sure he is well before making sure that he arrives safely to wherever he was going. I then leave and go on my way, confident that I have done my job.