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Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: ericaxe How old are you?: 14 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: UTC -5:00 (EST), USA Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Fairly decent, unless I’m expected to start finding subordinate clauses in people sentences :rolleyes: Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: I have been on MCMMO (the SMP server, not the Bukkit plugin), and hosted a small, 5 player server with a (buggy) custom plugin I made. (Unfortunately, a client mod was also needed to play it, so the people eventually lost interest) Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yep. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: A friend named Nilmrots (that’s his Minecraft name, I think he has two characters in LOTC, One a human, one an elf) Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/73601-lotc-application/page__p__602939__hl__ericaxe__fromsearch__1#entry602939 (Just want to point out that due to my stupidity, the character was not very good, and this new guy is completely different) 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/! : Sure. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: The act of immersing yourself in an environment that allows you to balance your creativity with fun gameplay and allows you to become whatever you want. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Using knowledge that your character shouldn't know, but you do, such as dodging the rock that killed you for the past three times in a linear RPG, or reading up on how to kill a wither easily before actually tackling it in-game. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting is when you make an emote that the other player has no chance to react to. Such as "Player1 is killed by Ice5445". In the opposite of power-emoting, you could say "Ice5445 swings his sword at Player1", which gives Player time to say "And lopes Player1’s head off", or "And Player1 blocks the blow". In-Character Details Character Name: Connor Vex Character Race: Human (male) 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: [Connor - Age 14 - 1:00 PM] A bitter wind swept through the small human settlement in the Northerner Lands. Born to a family of large respect in the village, due to Adrian Vex’s (Connor’s Father) great success in his skirmishes against the undead, he was given respectful looks and expected to become the small villages next hero. For although Adrian, captain of the village guard, and his men had driven back the necromancers and undead giants sent by the Prophet Rott, it was known that Adrian, now entering his 50th year, had not the strength he once had and the strength the people would need to protect themselves against the pirates, who often tried to raid villages in hope of getting the iron that the Northerners were known so well for mining. But this particularly cold morning would also be a particularly fateful one. As Connor played with his friends outside the village square, he had no idea the danger he and all his friends were in. The girls giggled when he ran past him, for although Connor would never be considered handsome with his snow-white hair and his mismatched red and blue eyes, he was strong, quick, agile, and always the first to make a smooth move when the ladies neared. Today, though, he just flashed them one of his well-known smiles: he was in a race, and he never lost a race. It was one of his strongest traits, his competitiveness. He could never lose, never give up, never be made a fool of. He was not all talk though, for he always backed up his words. If he said he would beat you at something, then you could be damn well sure that he would. As he rounded the corner, he almost tripped. What a bad luck day, he thought to himself. He has no idea just how bad of a day this was going to be. [Connor – Age 14 – 11:00 PM (10 hours later)] “Smash!” The loud sound of breaking timber resounded throughout the village. “What?” Connor asked groggily, having been woken by the sound and trying to place it. “No!” cried his father, who, having been Captain of the Guard for twenty-five years, instantly placed it as the sound of the town walls being breached. “I must stop them! Stay here!” And so ended the life of Adrian Rufus Vex, who ran outside with just a spear, and was later found surrounded by 46 invaders and had a total of 32 separate wounds on his body, 12 of which would have felled any other man in an instant. But for every invader slain, two more rose to take his place. The town guard stood no chance against this threat, bat bravely stood their ground and died. Then the invaders scattered, running out towards the nearest house they could find, killing the women and girls, and enslaving the boys. Connor grabbed a sword out of the weapons rack and ran out of the house. He had just entered the village square when he heard a “swoosh” of air right behind him. He turned around and saw a wooden club descending towards him. [Connor – Age 17 – (About 3 years later) “Twenty Minas! Only twenty Minas for such a great young lad. Strong, fit, this is a real deal, people. Eh, Captain Zar’oc? You’ll take him? Great! Sold!” Connor woke up in a cold sweat. He had that dream once a week ever since he had been smuggled into the human city of Arethor. There, sold on the Black Market, he had since worked as a slave aboard the Misery, the wretched ship of Captain Za’roc. He was a nasty and cruel taskmaster, which didn’t discourage Connor to one day “accidentally” knocking his latest treasure he had stolen off the ship. Which, if you consider it, might have been a plausible theory if the treasure hadn’t been locked in the Captain’s rooms under heavy guard. Connor, as much as he hated to admit it, had learned some very useful skills aboard the Misery, such as fighting, lock picking, and sneaking. But Connor knew that today might banish that nightmare. The mines of Aaron Hammerfist, a dwarf the resided in mountains of Kal'Karik, were sure to be worse that the Misery. Exiled by his former friends for his ruthlessness and cruelty, Aaron founded a mine in which he bought troublesome slaves and worked them to the death. This was where Connor was going as revenge for Za’roc because of Connor’s latest stunt. As he approached the great stone walls, he turned and spat at Za’roc. “Drown in hell,” Connor said, as he was dragged into the mine, anguished screams foretelling his fate. [Connor – Age 19 – (About 2 years later] Working in the mines was not a fate even the bravest couldn’t shiver at. Grueling sixteen hour work day, with burning-hot coals to torcher you couldn’t bring in the daily quota. The average life expectancy here was about six months, but Connor was doing fine. Well, not fine, really, but he always had some extra iron ore to give to some poor soul who didn’t mine enough. This, and the fact that he was one of the longest serving captives there, lent to the fact that he was considered a leader by most of the other slaves. And it was this that led to him being chosen to escape the mine to tell the guards of the nearby Dwarven village of Toscusa about Aaron’s devilry. So Barton, one of the other prominent slaves, led a revolt. He grabbed Connors arm. “Flee to the village!” He cried. Then he used his chains to choke a guard, signaling the start of the revolt. Connor ran towards the village at top speed. “Please,” he told the village guard captain. “There’s a mine just north of here. You’ll find Aaron and some slaves.” Then Connor turned around and began to run away. “Hey, wait a second!” the guard cried. “Where’re you going!?” Connor smiled grimly. “There’s still some unfinished business I have to take care of. For the next three months, Connor traveled back to the Holy Oren Empire. He had to go back to the village, to see if there was anyone left. When he arrived, he found a ghost town. Nothing. Nobody left alive. He sat, and cried over his father’s corpse. I will end this, he thought. The people here, my fellow slaves aboard the Misery, my fellow miners. I will end suffering like that, where every I find it. And then he walked away, looking for another cruel man he could unseat from his throne of power. [Connor – Five years later (24 years old) – Journal Entry] I have searched through many Valleys of Death for evil’s minions. I have broken through their strongholds. I have destroyed their followers. I have left peace in my wake. Yet I have also stolen for food, killed for warmth, massacred for selfishness. I am strong, yet I am so very, very, weak. Today I return to the place where this started: Aaron Hammerfist’s mines. I only can hope that nothing remains. [Connor – 3 hours later] Connor Vex neared the old mine of Aaron Hammerfist, and was surprised to hear the sound of swinging axes and loud voices. They must of turned it into a normal mine, he thought to himself. But it soon became apparent that it was nothing of the sort. People were being whipped and cruel overseers were kicking dust into the workers’ eyes. “Well, well, well,” said one of two guards as Connor approached. “Who else but Connor Vex could come strolling up the lane? Did we not work you hard enough? Did you come back for more? I know dear Aaron has missed you terribly,” he said with a cruel smile. “I bet he can’t wait to have fun with you again.” With that the two guards lunged. “Slash, slash!” The two guards fell to the ground, seconds between each other, as Connor slashed at them and began to run towards the main tower. “Stop him!” A voice rang out. A small, suicidal part of Connor wanted to turn and fight his pursuers, but common sense told him to keep on running. Connor through the main outpost’s doors and dashed up the stairs, almost tripping in surprise when he saw three of Aarons door guards lying dead on the floor. Clearly something else was also amiss here. Passing by another group of dead guards, Connor ran down a hallway and burst through a door and into Aarons room, but then skidded to a stop in surprise. He gained his bearings and saw Captain Za’roc of the Misery stab Aaron in the chest. “Oh, how wonderful, a spectator,” Za’roc said with an evil smile when he noticed Connor. “I was just telling Aaron here how wonderful it was that he was handing over the mine to me.” “But… How?” Connor gasped. “The guards… they-they-they killed you all!” “Oh, my dear Connor,” Za’roc said. “Do you really think dear Aaron here could lose to a bunch of bumbling idiots like that? No, Aaron just got more workers for his mines. There were plenty of people in the village. I’m surprised Aaron didn’t attack it before!” Connor felt the anger build in him. This inhuman man… It was all the fault of people like him. “Ah!” He cried, and catching him by surprise, swatted Za’roc’s sword out the window. “Now, now,” Zar’oc said, suddenly nervous. You wouldn’t kill a helpless man like me, right? Heros aren’t allowed to do that.” “Two things you should learn about me, Za’roc. One, I don’t follow the rules. And two, I’m not a hero.” [Connor –3 hours later – Journal Entry] I have finally learned my path. I am not a hero; I will never be, for I am too human. Instead, I will be a savior of sorts, the kind of man who will save you from robbery one day, and then rob you for bread the next. I will be a mercenary for my thoughts. God help my victims, for I shall kill without mercy. [Note: The following was found beneath that last journal entry in fresher ink and different handwriting] Connor seems to be insane. Note: Za’roc corpse was found yesterday at 2:00 AM. It seems that Connor is a Class 1 Dangerous Foe. We will be keeping tabs on him for now. Although he seems a hero, this could change. We look for his rumored second journal. Also, it seems that the dates are correct. He does not refer anywhere in here to himself as The Shadow, a title that appeared only after his alleged (Now Proved) killing of Za’roc. -The Shadow Expedition --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What are your characters ambitions?: To kill whoever he feels like (But they are usually guilty) Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: He is proficient with a sword, he is a good miner, and is very stealthy. 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? “How much,” I ask, “for a bronze sword?” “Ten Minas,” The dwarf responds. “Hm, not bad,” I say. “I’ll take one. Hey, has there been any trouble in this city lately?” “Now that I think of it, Barnard Ludington has been bulling a couple of dwarves around lately, taking there money and such,” the dwarf replies hopefully. “He’s a big man with tan skin and a leather jacket who hangs around the Drunken Creeper Tavern, just north ‘o here.” “I’ll pay him a visit,” I promise, and turn to leave. “Wait!” the dwarf cries. “Take back these ten minas as thanks.” “That’s all right,” I say. “You need them more than me.” Then I turn down the street and walk towards the tavern, thinking about how I will take this man on. 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? “Pretty chilly night, eh?” I ask as I walk by. “Is there a problem here?” “Yes,” the orc responds. “Some stupid human is getting in my way. So get out.” I start thinking. It’s pretty obvious that this is a mugging. The dwarf is shaking with fear, and the orc has greed in his eyes. I know I can’t take this orc, and the dwarf is in no shape to help. However, I can’t let this continue. I promised myself I wouldn’t. I size the orc up and looked at him, observing his strengths and weaknesses, and I get an idea. So I say “Hey, sorry my good fellow, just passing through. Hey, you know, I’ve taken a liking to you. How ‘bout I just lighten your load a little, OK?” Then, with a movement so quick, I ****** up his purse and run like hell. He follows me, screaming bloody murder, but can’t catch up, as the dwarf runs away, unnoticed. My job done, I blend into the night, knowing that with the orc’s full purse I’ll eat well this week. 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?: “Old man, why are you walking by yourself? Here, I’ll help you up and walk you home.” I let him lean on me. As I walk him home, I make enough subtle hints to him about my situation as a poor wanderer, so that by the time we reach home, he invites me in to eat the stew his wife cooked with them, and rest in the guest bedroom. As I leave in the morning, we thanks me for my company and tries to give me some minas, but I refuse. “You have given me too much already for a decency that should be done for nothing. But thank you for the food and bed.” We part as friends, and I mark his house on my map for next time I come to this area.

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: ericaxe How old are you?: 14 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: NJ, USA, UTC -5:00 (EST) Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, I live in an English-speaking country. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: I have been on MCMMO (the SMP server, not the plugin), and hosted a small, 5 player server with a (buggy) custom plugin I made. (Unfortunately, a client mod was also needed to play it, so the server eventually stopped) Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes, I do. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Through a friend with the minecraft name of Nilmots. 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: 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/! : Done. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: The act of immersing yourself in an environment that allows you to balance your creativity with fun gameplay and allows you to become whatever you want. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Using knowledge that your character shouldn't know, but you do, such as dodging the rock that killed you for the past three times in a linear RPG, or reading up on how to kill a wither easily before actually tackling it in-game. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting is when you make an emote that the other player has no chance to react to. Such as "ericaxe is killed by Ice5445". In the opposite of power-emoting, you could say "Ice5445 swings his sword at ericaxe", which gives me time to say "And lopes my head off", or "And ericaxe blocks the blow". In-Character Details Character Name: ericaxe 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: When ericaxe was born, his mother called him ericaxe because she sensed he would be known as the strongest elven hero who ever existed. He was a very religious elven young man, even by elven standards. He thanked God every day for his very existance and that the elves, strong, brave, peaceful, and beautiful, were created before man, orc, dwarves, and the many other races that now populated Aegis. He, as just a 14-year-old, began to wander far and wide to peacefully outspeak the naysayers and tell the world about God. Yet one day, while he preached at a bar, he was approached by two of the naysayers. He had just converted two humans and a dwarf, and was excited about the prospect of converting his former critics, when one pulled a dagger out of his cloak and stabbed him in the gut. The other raised his sword to lope off his head, but first hesitated and turned to the crowd, which was gasping in horror, and prepared for a very dramatic scene. That was the last mistake he ever made. He didn't know that ericaxe had been wielding a sword ever since he could first stand. So he certainly not expecting ericaxe to grab the dagger out of his gut, slice ericaxe's first captor's neck, and threw the dagger in one clean motion through his heart. Then ericaxe turned to the crowd. "God would not let his follower down," he said, "And you are his followers, too. Peace be with you, friends." Then, disgusted with his violence, he went back to his homeland. With his blue and red eyes looking at the ceiling through his snow-white hair, he readied himself for another journey. This time, he promised himself, he would bring the knowledge of God to people through strength. He promised would become the strongest of them all, and then when he spoke of God, all would listen. He got up, and looked out at the Elven nation of Malinore. That Elven hero is me, ericaxe, servant of the one true God, Defender of His Words. What are your characters ambitions?: To become the strongest elven warrior of all Aegis, and teach everyone about God. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: He has decent proficiency with the bow, but will generally use an diamond sword (and is thinking about applying for a Magic Application to get an enchanted one), if he has one on hand. 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 will buy your wares, good friend. It must be tough to make a living here. Ha! Do not look at me so surprised. For I care about other races, as most of my fellow brethren do not. You should also come with me to my camp at night and learn of God. He will make your burden less painful, friend." I would then proceed to buy unnecessary supplies to help this poor soul make a living, and to convince him to come to my camp to learn about God. 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 run out, yelling "God be with me," and challenge the orc. He lifts his axe, but is no match for me, and after a half dozen parries, I back him up against a tree and disarm him. "I will allow you to live," I say. "How are you so strong?" he asks. "The power of God is within me," I respond. "He can give both of you the strength you need to help others if you believe in him." "Praise God," the dwarf and the orc cry, and walk back down the road again, arm and arm. 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 help him pick it up and say "Let me escort you to your destination,". "Why thank you, good sir. As I get older, I often reflect upon the state of the world, as it is. Few show as much kindness as you." "Aye, I respond. The wickedness of the Ibleeses in the time of Malin, Urguan, Krug and Horen still lingers within many. They fear for themselves, and do not help others. Beware the Druids, who say otherwise, but God will redeem us. Slowly, God brings good to the world through followers like me. Will you join me?" "Yes!" he cries. "Before I pass on, I too will help the world know God and become better for the next generation. Praise the Lord!"