Minecraft Account Name:
Beavern
How old are you?:
19
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:
GMT +1 Sweden
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:
I would say it is, but the grammar can get hurt abit because of my dyslexcia.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:
Yes, ive played couple of roleplaying games as "the elderscrolls series", fallout, and ive done abit of Lajv. I also went to a acting class for a 3 years time.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:
Yes, ive read, understood and agree with the rules
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:
I enjoy fantasy quite alot and sandbox games such as minecraft, so it got me to wonder if there existed a roleplaying server. Few moments later thanks to my best friend "google" i a link to this webbpage.
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:
I have issues posting on the Minecraft forums, sorry :c
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:
To roleplay is to assume a role that you or someone els have created and act within it.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:
Meta-gaming is to apply knowlage from events thats happening off-roleplay and let your own charactere to know it. A example for online Roleplaying, would be if you friends gets robed and tells you to help him throu Skype, you use this information to go and help im in the time of need instead of waiting for their charactere tells your character what happend.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:
Power-emoting is when you hop strait to the final conclusion instead of roleplay to it. Ex: *Odi robbed Bob of all is coins*
In-Character Details
Character Name: Ulf Tyresson
Character Race: Northerner
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:
Nothing feels bettre then the cold wind agenst the skin, mixed with the heat from the iron right before it gets placed the cold water. To have the strenght of many men without their training, to have the power that weilds Life and death itself within the forge, To have the power create, destroy and reform... Well almost nothing, a good mead with a nice meal at the local tavern reaches pretty close to the same pleasure, but even with theis pleasures I feel something was missing...
My name is Ulf son of Tyre!
I come from Holm, and my history starts with my grandfather Ola and my great grandfather Ulf whom fought and perished in the terrible war of Oren agenst the undead. My father got shiped to a small village in the northen part of Holm. there he met my mother. I heared stories that she as a kind person but I have never met her, she died giving birth to me. My father raised me and taught me how to become a blacksmith till I was seventeen then he got killed in a bar fight, I continued weild fire with iron in his honour, but as the year passed a hunger of knowledge grew within me.
At the age of twenty I took a apprentice and taught him for five years how to weild fire with iron and how to easie its anger with the smooth touch of hammer and icey water, so I could leave on to a journey thorwards my dreams. He has been a good student and learned fast, and at this day I judge him as ready to take my spott as the humble village blacksmith.
I will leave my beloved village and travel around the world to consume as much knowledge I can to reach my dream.. to become a legend... a tale... a forever lasting memory among people!
What are your characters ambitions?:
To become a legend, he will use all the means necessary.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
http://www.minecraft...n/434255/dwarf/
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:
He is a blacksmith from a small village far out in the country with barly any knowlage of all the different races.
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 found myself loosing the track of while wondering in the crowded market in the City of Arethor, the sight of the amount of different people and raceses at one place stunning. Sure I´d heared tales of the magnificent market of Arethor but not in my wildes dreams would I beable to imagen something like this! Back at home we only have a small market stand in the village that mainly contained salty meat and furr, but this... This is everything and more!
In the coner of my eyes I notice a small movment and out of curiosity I turend and looked at the small figure who was standing infrot a shop. It was not the goods this creature had to sell but, its apperence, sure Ive heared tales of the dwarfs and seen them but to meet one and maybe even talk to one was something highly in my intrest.
The dwarf wore torn clothing and looked very stressed, you could see that he hadent eaten well for a long time and was strugling with his economy.
The dwarf looked at me and asked in a wage annoyed voice: "Errr, Interested in something?"
Still stunned by him I pretended to take a look at what he had to offer and randomly pointed at a small dagger with strange markings, "that one" I awnsered with a supriesed but yet quite amazed voice
The dwarf looked right at me and notice my amazement, while he was
"not around from here are you, ay? And that will be 20 Minas"
I did not awnser, just quick nod and a smile while makeing the trade. As I wondered away I felt a rush a sadisfaction run thou my spine, Ive just met a dwarf a master of crafting and hadling the forge.
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?
As I walked exuasted and deep buried in my own thoughts, I heared a load scream. Looking up i saw to figures rushing in haste thorwards me, one was a short man, a dwarf to be precise with a big bushy beared and a expression on his face as if he had just witness Iblees return to the world him self, while the other one was a larg musclure creature with a ugly looking grim of pure rage, the orc was huge and sevral wounds around his arms and legs which were probly caused by the dwarf in early fight, the orc was armed with a small axe and had death in its eyes.
The dwarfed cryed out for help, and without even a thought on what I was getting myself into I leaped torwards the orc and ramed with all my power into him forceing him to loose his balance and tumble with his face first into the dirt.
Stupedly I turned around to ask if the dwarf was okey, as a axe flung by and missed a few inches from my head. shocked i turned around to faced the big beast as he was midair in his leap thorward me, slaming me to the ground with a hard strike from his massiv first. He began to pound me, and with godlike will of power I managed to reached for a small dagger Ive bought from a dwarf at a market not long ago and blindly stabed in to the air, the orc fell... dead. Taking few moments to let the adrinalin rush wear off I check the wound that had appeared at my dead foe, It looked like that in my moment of panic I managed to pierce throu his heart and kill him. Stunned and tired I did not take note of the dwarf and just walked away..
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 watch the old man as he fell, and started to rush to his aid. Dropping down on my knee I asked if he was okey, he looked at me with a typical "do I look okey to you?" expression. Helping the old man to a sitting postion I started to gather all the Minas that had feel out from the bag and put them back in, Straiting my back I handed them to over to the old man who looked at me suspiciously and suprised. While grabing his bag of coins he asked me "Why dident you just leave me on the ground and took all the minas for your self?"
I awnsered him with a simple smile " Why would I need to steal something that im not in need for?"
Taking a look around for something that could work as a good replacement from his walking stick, I heared him thanking me, and that i dident have to find something new. He jumped to his feet giving me last look he smiled and then wandered off to never be seen again.
Please tell me if there are any major grammar misstakes and I will try to fix them. Thanks in advance :)
