RacistAsianDude

Wait, someone told me custom recipes was removed?

Thank you. Just wondering, that's all. ;P

Will someone give me a list of all the plugins the server uses? If it is made just for the server, please tell me what it does. Thank you.

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: RacistAsianDude How old are you?: I'm a jolly 13 year old. Time-Zone/Country of Residence: GMT -6:00, USA Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, I do Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes, HoG. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Read, understood and 50% memorized, because they are standard RP rules. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: HoG minichat Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/77992-my-application/ http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/78065-racistasiandudes-whitelist-app/page__p__657837#entry657837 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: Playing on a virtual or make-believe world, playing as your character, staying as him, not yourself, and having fun. (The last part wasn't needed, but I added it anyway.) In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: MetaGaming: Using outside info to make your character sound or act like a seer/magician who sees other world (real life). Basically, having info your char shouldn't know. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: PowerGaming: Giving your char a power you shouldn't have. Like making your char eat leave blocks then everyone will have to bow down to him. In-Character Details Character Name: Racasdu Character Race: Elf, WoodeElf 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: Thwing! "Yes! Uncle! I hit the middle point!" A cough racks out. "Yes. yes, you did...but thats not the exact middle, is it? He managed to croak out. My uncle Aelfric, had cultured me from birth, to be an archer and swordsman. With all the kindness he shown me, how could I refuse? Another racking cough, more serious than any of the others, sounded out. I rushed to our home. We live near the beautiful city of Laurelin. We are hidden by the woods, but near enough to come and go quickly enough. Not much people know of our existence, but we like it this way. We live in a great tree that was gently carved out, each little sliver was filled with it's pain, it's sorrow, but we had to have to live, so we slowly carved it out, hurting inside as we hurt the tree. "Uncle!" I rushed inside the little modest building, taking a moments indecision, of whether to go to my uncle first, or the restroom. I chose the first. when I ran in there, he was leaning on the windowsill, heaving over the side. "Uncle!" I cried out again. He glanced at me, with his silvery gray eyes and spoke. It was stronger than the last few months. I felt my heart surge up. Then his words depleted my heart of the hopefulness I had felt. "I'm dieing, Racasdu." My heart plummited. "Uncle! Don't say such fowl things! We can get you help, we can!" His steely eyes stared into me, boring holes in my soul. "I'm dieing!" He said with certainity. "I am and I know it!" "But my trainin-" "Your training is finished! You are as good as I can make you. Now, I want to you to do some things, like have fun with your life, you are still young! You shall not grieve over my death! You hear me?" Then he huffed, I know that this effort was nearly killing him. "Lea-leave, I need a little rest. LEAVE!" My heart was broken, but I slinked away. Secretly, I was a little happy, as with the restroom problem. [The next day] "Uncle?" I asked timidly. He had been so quiet the night before, but in the nights past, he had broken in uncontrollable fits of coughing. Thankfully, his bedding shifted. "Come here, boy." I inched over and grasped his hand."Uncle-Are you okay? I have thought this over, and decided I will do what ever you want me to do." This was true. My eyes welled with tears, as I thought about what might-no, will happen, I thought to myself as I steeled my heart. "I want you to have a adventure, leave this little wood, and journey. There are friends to make, wifes to get, guilds to join- remember, the focus is to do good. As long as you do that, I will be happy." As he said this, his voice became increasingly soft. I strained to hear his last words. " I want you to stay with me..." He looked deep into my unsual golden eyes, and slid his hand across my face. I suddenly felt the my deep tan from spending so much time in the forest heat up. His hand stopped on my unblemished forhead, but continued onto my matt of hair, thick and black. I tried to hold my tears back, but they gushed out uncontrollably. He finally closed his eyelids. I stayed with him. His breath became soft. A soft patter-patter against my heart. His life finally slipped, and I sat there, and against his last wishes, I grieved. I later cremated his body, buried his remains under his favorite oak, and added a sign "Here lies Aelfric_Shadowborne, beloved uncle of Racasdu, Rest In Peace, uncle." I slowly walked away to the east. What are your characters ambitions?: To journey and have fun, what ever Aelfric wanted. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Nope 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? "Mister? What is it that you are selling?" I was struck by the unfairness of him being so poor, with nary a glance from any passerbys. "Stone Swords? Sticks?" He asked hopefully. I handed him some minas and stard walking away. "Keep it." He rushed over to me, trying to keep up. "I can't! That would be dishonest!" "Keep it! You shouldn't be so poor!" I sprinted away, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep up. 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 hurriedly sprinted over the two young men. "Hey! Stop fighting! This is a puclic road, you should be ashamed of yourselves!" The two of them at each other, then nodded. I thought they had listened to me. I turned around, and was rewarded with two war cries. "Yaaargh!" "Gaaaaaah!" When I woke up, all my stuff had been taken. 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 walked over to the man, and cradled his head. "Are you ok?" He faintly nodded, and his eyes flickered. I slowly let his head to a rest, and gathered his minas. I put them in a bag, and fashioned him another stick. "Tha-thank you!" He croaked out. "You're welcome." "Here." He handed me the bag of minas, and hobbled off. "Wait!" But he was already out of sight.