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Miners App: MC Name: Alphahunter18 RP Name: Talf Silverfoot Why do you wish to mine? "I gotta' get 'em ores somehow'!" Have you read the rules? If so what is the first rule?((For OOC rules.)) "Never cheat wot' 'em x-ray magiiger!" What is your interpretation of RP Mining? "Using tem'uh physics to make'ah mine like 'em in real life." Were you hired in RP? If so who? (( If your applying through forums just say No.)) "Nay"

Application: OOC MC Name: Alphahunter18 How active can you be?: Should be able to be on most days, depends o how much homework. IC Wot's yeh name?: Talf Silverfoot How're ye related tae us? (Required to have blood relations, even if it's something as distant as cousin's son or what have ya.): "Im tae' step-cousin of ol' Jorrik Rarrikston." Wot's yer specialteh?: "Im'ma fine miner if i'al say so meh'self." How can ye aid us?: "By providen' fine ores for 'ye!" Do ye swear loyalteh to tae clan?: "Aye, Long live de' Edgehands!"

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Alphahunter18 How old are you?: 13 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT/ U.S.A Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, I have a b+ in english. :) Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes. I play Skyrim and Dungeons and Dragons. I also play a little bit of assassains creed. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes, i have. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: One of my friends at school, (Simese Octupus), started talking about it and it sounded cool. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: My first application: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/73487-talf-application/page__p__601775__fromsearch__1#entry601775 My second application: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/73504-talfs-application/ My third application: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/73555-talfs-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/!: I will once im finished. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is taking to position of a character, and acting how they would in situations. You would kind of pretend to be them. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: It is...uhhh...using knowledge that you have in real life in game. It gives the character skills you would not normally have. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power emoting is emoting actions without giving the person to react. In-Character Details Character Name: Talf Silverfoot Character Race: Dwarf (cave) 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: went to a nearby tavern and asked what happened to his now de Born in the stronghold of Kal'Dwain, Talf was born to a middle-class family of cave dwarves. His father, Gutterth Silverfoot, raised Talf and his brothers to become miners. Gutterth was one of the first dwarfs to join Darius Irongut at making Kal'Dwain. Gutterth donated precious stones and ores to make beautiful statues and decorations. Since he was fifty, he has lived in Kal'Dwain raising his family. Talf became a skilled miner, strong and stout. Talf, a dwarf of good humor, cracking jokes with his fellow miners. Soon, he became a popular laborer in the mountains. Talf longed for riches from the depths of the mountain. When he was twenty-three, Talf set out to the caves and mountains. He put his iron helmet on, bid his family farewell, grab his pickaxe, and walked on the path to the mountains. His family wasn't very happy with his descision. They wanted him to stay in Kal'Dwain. But, they couldn't change his mind and he left. He spent a whole month searching for a place to make a hut and start mining. He stopped at many places along the way, including Kal'Alrus and ShadowVale. Finally he found a perfect place. It had a stream of water next to it, and was close to an old mining shaft. For several years, Talf mined ores and turned them into trinkets he sold in his hut. He spent many glorious days mining iron and silver. When he had the ores, he took them to a smelter. Once smelted, he crafted them into tools and trinkets. He went to a nearby town to sell them. Talf wasn't very rich, but he was happy. When Talf was sixty-five, he decided to go back to Kal'Dwain and see his family. He traveled many nights to his old home. When he got to the outskirts of Kal'Dwain, he started to see half burned houses. He started to jog. Then he started to see dwarve corpses. He started to sprint towards his house. When he got there, a look of dread crossed his face. All that was left was half burned wood and crumbles of stone. That was what was left of Kal'Dwain. He wept for his family. He did'nt know whether they were alive or not. He went to a nearby tavern to ask around to what happened to his now deserted home. A sad looking dwarf told him it was attacked by Drakes. These winged reptillians flew in and and killed many dwarven warriors. He said that not many people escaped because the Drakes brought down most of the fleeing dwarves. The dwarf intorduced himself as Haggerd Redmelter, and worked in a nearby blacksmith shop. He asked if Talf would like to spend the night with him, and Talf accepted. Talf and Haggerd shared many lost memories of there times in Kal'Dwain. They both grew up there, and talked about there childhood's. Haggerd said his whole family are blacksmiths, and live close by. He talked about how him, his parents, and sister escaped through an old tunnel. Then, they settled down in this town. He said nobody ever saw those drakes gin. They must have flown back to there swamps. By ten o'clock, they were both crying. Each grieved himself to sleep, still on the couch. In the morning, Talf gave Haggerd some coins, and set out back to his hut. He soon started to feel lonely and moved to Kal'Anart. He bought a house next to the tavern. and spends more time in the tavern then he does in his house. Being next to other dwarves makes him feel better, and he enjoys it. What are your characters ambitions?: Talf wants to be a member of the Irongut clan. He also wants to settle down when he is two-hundred and spend the day outside in his wooden chair. One of the last joys in his life is making a large memorial for his long lost family in his backyard. It is decorated with gems and precious ingnots. Each day he pays his respects by leaving flowers and bread nest to the shrine. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: FRONT: http://postimage.org/image/a80os044d/ BACK: http://postimage.org/image/ps82ije8t/ Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: My character is very modest and hard-working. He respects all races. He's very kind and friendly. If you talk about his family or insult Kal'Dwain, he will get angry and attack. 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? A look of joy comes across his face when he sees the dwarf in his stall. "I used tis to the same thing!" I think to my self. I walk over to the dwarfs shop. "Good'r mornin' my fellow dwarf. Hows ye doing?" I ask. "Well, ain't so good. I haven't gotten tat' many people buying stuff." He replies saddly. I look over at his items. "Well, this looks interesting." I say. I spotted a old dwarven good luck charm. "Hey, Errmmm buy this for...hmmm...five hundred coins?" I say. "Five Hundred! Oh, no, sir, tat's way to much for em'. I would never make someone pay-" "Na, na, na" I cut him off. "Its eh good price for such an antique item. I've never seen anythang this in a long time." I give him an encouraging smile and hand over the coins. I place the Amulet around my neck. The dwarf looks overjoyyed and has a smile on his face. "Good day" I say as I walk away. You’re in the Cloud Sanctuary late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. The only present monk is fast asleep, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? I slipped between the mad dwarf and orc, and shoved both of them back. "Cool It, or imma get da guards to come settle 'dis." I say to both of them. In fury the orc says "Glob Lat Flat!" The angry urak rushed at me with his fists flying. I backed up and started to yell "Help! Anybody? Help!" Just then two monks came out of the sanctuary and ran towards the orc. One was a human and one was a orc. They each grabbed the still yelling orc by the arms. "Stowts Dabu Stowts Dabu!" The orc monk yelled in the angry orcs ear. The angry orc started to calm down. "Can't ye tell'em to stoppin attackin my bretheren?" I say to the orc monk. The orc monk then started to talk to the other orc. "Nub Klomp Stowts" The other orc says "Yub Gruck Yub Gruck Gruck." The orc monk then said he won't attack you anymore." Evidently the orc monk could speak common. "Okay, ye' thanks." The other dwarf and I start to walk away. "Thanks for sticking up for me over there." The dwarf says. "No problem. But, do you mind me asking, why was he mad at you?" The dwarf smiled wickedly and said "Because I stole his bag of coins." A look of astonishment came over my face. "Wait! Why did you-" but the dwarf had started running. I watched him jump through some nearby brush and vanish out of site. "Wow, that was really weird" I think to myself. 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 instantly race to the old mans side, inqouiring whether he's o.k. I lean him against a nearby tree. "I'll be right back." I say to him. I race to the nearest market stall and purchase a new walking stick. I go back to the old man and give it to him. I also take a bag out of my pack, put the coins inside and give them to the old man. I help him up. "Are you sure your going to be alright?" I ask. The old man looks over at me. "Ill be fine, just, please help me back to my cottage." I put my arm around his shoulders to keep him from falling. We walk on a cobblestone road to hs house. When we get to the cottage, the man fumbles with his keys. Then he drops them. "Dang-it!" he yells. "Here, let me do it." I reach down and grab the grey key. I put into the lock on the door and open it. I help him into the house. "Wow" I exclaim as I look around. The house is filled with awesome looking stones and trinkets everywhere. "Are you a collector?" I ask. "Yes." he replies. "For your troubles, i'll give you this sword. It is the sword of Colada. I found it in an old dwarven ruin a long time ago. Since you helped and your also dwarven, I think you should have it." "I gaze in astonishment at the sword. "Why..uh..thank you, so much" I barely reply. I accept the sword and thank him a couple times more. I leave the house and walk back to my hut.

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Alphahunter18 How old are you?: 13 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT/ U.S.A Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, I have a b+ in english. :) Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes. I play Skyrim and Dungeons and Dragons. I also play a little bit of assassains creed. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes, i have. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: One of my friends at school, Simese Octupus), started talking about it and it sounded cool. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: My first application: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/73504-talfs-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/!: I will once im finished. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is taking to position of a character, and acting how they would in situations. You would kind of pretend to be them. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: It is...uhhh...using knowledge that you have in real life in game. It gives the character skills you would not normally have. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power emoting is emoting actions without giving the person to react. In-Character Details Character Name: Talf Silverfoot Character Race: Dwarf (cave) 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: went to a nearby tavern and asked what happened to his now de Born in the stronghold of Kal'Dwain, Talf was born to a middle-class family of cave dwarves. His father, Gutterth Silverfoot, raised Talf and his brothers to become miners. Talf was a skilled miner, strong and stout. Talf, a dwarf of good humor, cracking jokes with his fellow miners. Soon, he became a popular laborer in the mountains. Talf longed for riches from the depths of the mountain. When he was twenty-three, Talf set out to the caves and mountains. He put his iron helmet on, bid his family farewell, grab his pickaxe, and walked on the path to the mountains. He spent a whole month searching for a place to make a hut and start mining. Finally he found a perfect place. It had a stream of water next to it, and was close to an old mining shaft. For several years, Talf mined ores and turned them into trinkets he sold in his hut. He spent many glorious days mining iron and silver. When he had the ores, he took them to a smelter. Once smelted, he crafted them into tools and trinkets. He went to a nearby town to sell them. Talf wasn't very rich, but he was happy. When Talf was sixty-five, he decided to go back to Kal'Dwain and see his family. He traveled many nights to his old home. When he got to the outskirts of Kal'Dwain, he started to see half burned houses. He started to jog. Then he started to see dwarve corpses. He started to sprint towards his house. When he got there, a look of dread crossed his face. All that was left was half burned wood and crumbles of stone. That was what was left of Kal'Dwain. He wept for his family. He did'nt know whether they were alive or not. He went to a nearby tavern to ask around to what happened to his now deserted home. A sad looking dwarf told him it was attacked by Drakes. These winged reptillians flew in and and killed many dwarven warriors. He said that not many people escaped because the Drakes brought down most of the fleeing dwarves. The dwarf intorduced himself as Haggerd Redmelter, and worked in a nearby blacksmith shop. He asked if Talf would like to spend the night with him, and Talf accepted. Talf and Haggerd shared many lost memories of there times in Kal'Dwain. They both grew up there, and talked about there childhood's. Haggerd said his whole family are blacksmiths, and live close by. He talked about how him, his parents, and sister escaped through an old tunnel. Then, they settled down in this town. He said nobody ever saw those drakes gin. They must have flown back to there swamps. By ten o'clock, they were both crying. Each grieved himself to sleep, still on the couch. In the morning, Talf gave Haggerd some coins, and set out back to his hut. Now, he is more depressed and doesn't feel as much joy in mining anymore. He still makes trinkets at nearby towns, but not with the enthuisiam he used to have. He is a sad dwarf, who wished he still had his family. What are your characters ambitions?: Talf doesn't really have any major goals. All he really wants to do is settle down when he is two-hundred and spend the day outside in his wooden chair. One of the last joys in his life is making a large memorial for his long lost family in his backyard. It is decorated with gems and precious ingnots. Each day he pays his respects by leaving flowers and bread nest to the shrine. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: FRONT: http://postimage.org/image/bkvpfq9d1/ BACK: http://postimage.org/image/54i8n4dbf/ IN SKIN EDITOR: http://novaskin.me/wCRxl Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: My character is very modest and hard-working. He respects all races. He's very kind and friendly. If you talk about his family or insult Kal'Dwain, he will get angry and attack. 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? A look of joy comes across his face when he sees the dwarf in his stall. "I used to do the same thing!" I think to my self. I walk over to the dwarfs shop. "Good morning my fellow dwarf. Hows it going?" I ask. "Well, not so good. I haven't got many people buying anything." He replies saddly. I look over at his items. "Well, this looks interesting." I say. I spotted a old dwarven good luck charm. "Hey, I'll buy this for...hmmm...five hundred coins?" I say. "Five Hundred! Oh, no, sir, thats way to much. I would never make someone pay-" "No, no, no" I cut him off. "Its a good price for such an antique item. I've never seen something like this in a long time." I give him an encouraging smile and hand over the coins. I place the Amulet around my neck. The dwarf looks overjoyyed and has a smile on his face. "Good day" I say as I walk away. You’re in the Cloud Sanctuary late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. The only present monk is fast asleep, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? I slipped between the mad dwarf and orc, and shoved both of them back. "Cool It, or I'll get a guard to come and settle this." I say to both of them. With a snarl, the orc unsheaths his sword. With movements so fast only an elf could do them, i snatched the sword from his gnarled hand and throw it on the ground. With a "clink, clink, clonk", the sword bounced across the cobblestone. Finally the orc says "What do you want." "Actually, I was going to ask you the same thing. Why are you picking on the dwarf?" I retorted. "Well....I uh...he stole my gold" The orc stammered. The dwarf yelled "No i didn't. He's lieing. I was just walking on my way when he shoved me then threatened me!" I turned towards the orc with fury in my eyes. "I think you should leave" I said with a nasty tone. The Orc ran away, leaving his sword behind. The dwarf thanked me then we both went on 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 instantly race to the old mans side, inqouiring whether he's o.k. I lean him against a nearby tree. "I'll be right back." I say to him. I race to the nearest market stall and purchase a new walking stick. I go back to the old man and give it to him. I also take a bag out of my pack, put the coins inside and give them to the old man. I help him up. "Are you sure your going to be alright?" I ask. The old man looks over at me. "Ill be fine, just, please help me back to my cottage." I put my arm around his shoulders to keep him from falling. We walk on a cobblestone road to hs house. When we get to the cottage, the man fumbles with his keys. Then he drops them. "Dang-it!" he yells. "Here, let me do it." I reach down and grab the grey key. I put into the lock on the door and open it. I help him into the house. "Wow" I exclaim as I look around. The house is filled with awesome looking stones and trinkets everywhere. "Are you a collector?" I ask. "Yes." he replies. "For your troubles, i'll give you this sword. It is the sword of Colada. I found it in an old dwarven ruin a long time ago. Since you helped and your also dwarven, I think you should have it." "I gaze in astonishment at the sword. "Why..uh..thank you, so much" I barely reply. I accept the sword and thank him a couple times more. I leave the house and walk back to my hut.

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Alphahunter18 How old are you?: 13 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, I have a b+ in english. :) Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes. I play Skyrim and Dungeons and Dragons. I also play a little bit of assassains creed. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes, i have. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: One of my friends at school started talking about it and it sounded cool. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: I tried to join the Kharajyr, but they told me to make a regualr app first. Link: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/73415-tsavis-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/!: Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is when you take control of a hero or player in a simulation. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is when someone uses an out of game program to talk to someone while playing. Examples include teamspeak and skype. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power emoting is when someone uses '*' to express an action or feeling. For exmple, if someones sad, they can say "*sob, sob*". In-Character Details Character Name: Talfagoron 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: Talfagoron was born in the middle of Elandriel. Both his parents were blacksmiths, and profitted on tools and weapons. When Talfagoron (also nicknamed 'Talf') was eight, he started working with his parents. He helped out in the shop, and soon apprenticed to become a blacksmith. Talf worked for five hard years at the anvil and hammer, then set off to fulfill his fortune. He created a merchant shop, and hired some local boys. There, he imported ores and made fine weapons out of them. Soon, he was known all around Elandriel. Everybody came to him for tools. Talf had to hire more and more people. Soon he had enough money to retire for life. He sold his company, and moved in to a small house on the outskirts of Elandriel. There, he relaxes all day long. Then, when he was fifty, the Elves were in a war. He was recruited by the military to create weapons. He used his skills to forge swords and armor for the elven warriors. Like his old buisness, Talf started to get more and more popular as his talent was recognized. When the war was over, Talf moved back to his small house. But instead of relaxing, he started to make a small shop. He learned to enchant items, and started to make magnificent tools. There he still lives, in his small house, forging items. What are your characters ambitions?: Talf doesn't really have any major goals. Al he really wants to do is settle down when he is two-hundred and spend the day outside in his wooden chair. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: http://i45.tinypic.com/2dl2mj8.png Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: My character is very modest and hard-working. He respects all races. He's very kind and friendly. 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 run over to the stall and look at each of the items. Even if I don't like it, I would buy something so I could give money to the dwarf. He looks hungry and water deprived, so I ask If he wants to have dinner at my place. I let him take a bath, and give him something to eat. If he is really tired, I let him borrow an extara cot to sleep on. In the morning he would leave with some coins that I gave him. You’re in the Cloud Sanctuary late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. The only present monk is fast asleep, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? I slipped between the mad dwarf and orc, and shoved both of them back. "Cool It, or I'll get a guard to come and settle this." I said to both of them. With a snarl, the orc unsheaths his sword. With movements so fast only an elf could do them, i snatched the sword from his gnarled hand and threw it on the ground. With a "clink, clink, clonk", the sword bounced across the cobblestone. Finally the orc says "What do you want." "Actually, I was going to ask you the same thing. Why are you picking on the dwarf?" I retorted. "Well....I uh...he stole my gold" The orc stammered. The dwarf yelled "No i didn't. He's lieing. I was just walking on my way when he shoved me then threatened me!" I turned towards the orc with fury in my eyes. "I think you should leave" I said with a nasty tone. The Orc ran away, leaving his sword behind. The dwarf thanked me then we both went on 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 instantly race to the old mans side, inqouiring whether he's o.k. I lean him against a neraby tree. "I'll be right back." I say to him. I race to the nearest market stall and purchase a new walking stick. I go back to the old man and give it to him. I also take a bag out of my pack, put the coins inside and give them to the old man. I escort him back to his house. "Are you going to be all right?" I ask. "Yes, Yes, sonny. Thank you for all your troubles." He replys. I leave his house and go on my way.

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Alphahunter18 How old are you?: 13 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, I have a b+ in english. :) Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes. I play Skyrim and Dungeons and Dragons. I also play a little bit of assassains creed. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes, i have. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: One of my friends at school started talking about it and it sounded cool. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: I tried to join the Kharajyr, but they told me to make a regualr app first. Link: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/73415-tsavis-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/!: Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is when you take control of a hero or player in a simulation. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is when someone uses an out of game program to talk to someone while playing. Examples include teamspeak and skype. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power emoting is when someone uses '*' to express an action or feeling. For exmple, if someones sad, they can say "*sob, sob*". In-Character Details Character Name: Talfagoron 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: Talfagoron was born in the middle of Elandriel. Both his parents were blacksmiths, and profitted on tools and weapons. When Talfagoron (also nicknamed 'Talf') was eight, he started working with his parents. He helped out in the shop, and soon apprenticed to become a blacksmith. Talf worked for five hard years at the anvil and hammer, then set off to fulfill his fortune. He created a merchant shop, and hired some local boys. There, he imported ores and made fine weapons out of them. Soon, he was known all around Elandriel. Everybody came to him for tools. Talf had to hire more and more people. Soon he had enough money to retire for life. He sold his company, and moved in to a small house on the outskirts of Elandriel. There, he relaxes all day long. Then, when he was fifty, the Elves were in a war. He was recruited by the military to create weapons. He used his skills to forge swords and armor for the elven warriors. Like his old buisness, Talf started to get more and more popular as his talent was recognized. When the war was over, Talf moved back to his small house. But instead of relaxing, he started to make a small shop. He learned to enchant items, and started to make magnificent tools. There he still lives, in his small house, forging items. What are your characters ambitions?: Talf doesn't really have any major goals. Al he really wants to do is settle down when he is two-hundred and spend the day outside in his wooden chair. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: http://i45.tinypic.com/2dl2mj8.png Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: My character is very modest and hard-working. He respects all races. He's very kind and friendly. 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 run over to the stall and look at each of the items. Even if I don't like it, I would buy something so I could give money to the dwarf. He looks hungry and water deprived, so I ask If he wants to have dinner at my place. I let him take a bath, and give him something to eat. If he is really tired, I let him borrow an extara cot to sleep on. In the morning he would leave with some coins that I gave him. You’re in the Cloud Sanctuary late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. The only present monk is fast asleep, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do? I slipped between the mad dwarf and orc, and shoved both of them back. "Cool It, or I'll get a guard to come and settle this." I said to both of them. With a snarl, the orc unsheaths his sword. With movements so fast only an elf could do them, i snatched the sword from his gnarled hand and threw it on the ground. With a "clink, clink, clonk", the sword bounced across the cobblestone. Finally the orc says "What do you want." "Actually, I was going to ask you the same thing. Why are you picking on the dwarf?" I retorted. "Well....I uh...he stole my gold" The orc stammered. The dwarf yelled "No i didn't. He's lieing. I was just walking on my way when he shoved me then threatened me!" I turned towards the orc with fury in my eyes. "I think you should leave" I said with a nasty tone. The Orc ran away, leaving his sword behind. The dwarf thanked me then we both went on 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 instantly race to the old mans side, inqouiring whether he's o.k. I lean him against a neraby tree. "I'll be right back." I say to him. I race to the nearest market stall and purchase a new walking stick. I go back to the old man and give it to him. I also take a bag out of my pack, put the coins inside and give them to the old man. I escort him back to his house. "Are you going to be all right?" I ask. "Yes, Yes, sonny. Thank you for all your troubles." He replys. I leave his house and go on my way.

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Is this where your supposed to put kharajyr Application submissions?

MC Username: Alphahunter18 Rp Username (be sure to include the correct prefix, look up on info thread): Ki'Tsavika Character Skillset: Very good at mining iron. Have my own Shop where I would enchant and sell items. Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender): Ki'Tsavika is 85 yrs old and male. Part of the Kha'Leparda. Brown skin and black jacket. About 5'11 in height. Whieght is about 210 lbs. See skin for a picture. Personality: Very calm and nice. Good at negotiating. Trustworthy and friendly. Territorial when threatened. Please include a short bio of your character's life: Ki'Tsavika grew up in a poor part of Xer'Tlaasu. He was the son of Ki'Sinpheka and Ki'Droshanji. It was part of his mothers family tradition to leave "ka" at the end of each child's name. But, his nickname is only Tsavi (pronounced 'saw-vee'). Tsavi's life was difficult. His parents were miners and traders, and had to complete with the other local merchants. When he was young, he was in charge of a garden his family used to grow food. Because of there money issues, they couldn't buy food, so they grew it. At a young age, Tsavi was taught how to use a sword and bow/arrow. He was also taught mixed martial arts for self defence. When Tsavi was fourteen, his parents had another child. They named her Nashi'Ka. Like her brother, she was nicknamed without the "ka". Nashi helped her brother in the garden. When Tsavi became twenty-five, he began to work with his parents, while Nashi took over the garden. Tsavi worked long and hard to support his family. Each day, from seven to nine, he struck ores with his pickaxe. When Tsavi became fifty, his parents retired. Tsavi took over his parents business. He started to hire local boys that were fifteen to twenty years in age. At first it was hard, because he had to pay all his workers. But soon, Tsavi began to get more customers. He started to hire more people, until he was known all over his town. At age eighty five, he is doing very good. Character's ambitions: Tsavi wants to work until he's one hundred and five, then he will retire. When he is retired, he wants to begin a local school to teach young Kharajyr's self defence. _---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?: First, I would tell him to stay there until I come back. Then I would run back to my town. I would talk to my leader about what I should do. Then, if my leader allows me to, I would bring him food and water and escort him back to a nearby human dwelling. 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?: First, I would politely tell him to back off. If the Dwarf continued to taunt me, I would start to get territorial. I would hiss at him and unsheath my sword. "I sugeeesssstttttt being quiet." I would hiss. Hopefully at this point he would be quiet or I would attack him. 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? First I would let him in and give him something to eat. He would probably be very scared and nervous, so I'd try to calm him down. Then, I would tell him to immediatly confess. Whatever the consequence is for murder after confession, It's probably not as bad then if you murder than lie about it. 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? Yes. Please include a screenshot or 3D render of your character's skin http://postimage.org/image/lglut4lsb/