Hector_Mateo

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Minecraft Username: Hector_Mateo Character’s Name: Thirbar Irongrinder *Thirbar walks into the room, and signs up for the tournament*

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MC Name: Hector_Mateo Character Name: Thirbar *Irongrinder* Character Age: 38 Character Profession: Miner Short Bio: Thirbar,the youngest son of Thirko and Regba, was born inside the walls of Kal'Azgoth. At an early age, he started working as a miner. Although this was enough for a cave dwarf like him, his father encouraged him to work his martial skills. Therefore he trained his poor fighting skills with his pickaxe, fending off the critters and dangers that live inside of the complex mines and tunnels of Anthos. He's a young dwarf ready for adventure, anxious to see the world above the ground, curious about what happens around him. Skin you intend to use:

Malinor Citizenship Application Name: Lenwe Fefalas Truename ((MCName)): Hector_Mateo Race: Wood elf Origin: I'm from a far away human village, I was trained as a child in the arts of hunting, farming and other tasks to survive in the wild. When I grew up I travelled with other wood elves like me, and they taught me all what I know now. What do you wish to become a citizen of Malinor: I would like to live with other elves like me, I have spent too much years with the humans and although they are honorable, they will perish some die and I'll still be alive. Do you agree to adhere to the rules of Malinor: Yes, since laws are the heart and shield of a Nation. Skills: I'm a good scout, but I can do whatever is need from me if it's about farming/wood-cutting. OOC: I just started playing and I wanted some place to start, I don't even know what lvl my skills have.

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Hector_Mateo How old are you?: 19 Time-Zone/Country of Residence:GMT+1, Spain Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:I don't know, I will understand everything and people will understand me, but sometimes I make grammar mistakes and etc. (I'm not native) Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes, I have roleplayed in GTA SAMP zombie servers, real life servers, Dungeons and dragons :P, some more table top roleplaying games.... Mordeheim ftw. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:I was searching for a good roleplaying server, and I found it. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: Not yet 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, I have. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:Roleplaying means taking the role of a character and acting like him/her/it. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Metagaming means mixing out of character information and in-character information. For example, reading someone's story in the forums and using it in-game would be metagame. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting (I've never heard this, I've always used power gaming but I'll try) is when a character describes an action in which the other characters involved can't prevent it from happening. Example: "Gustav grabs Mustafar's sword from his hand and stabs him." (Attempting is always better :D) In-Character Details Character Name: Lenwe Fefalas (Name given by the wood elves, human name is Hurbert) Character Race: Wood elf 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: Lenwe was bornt in the forests of Asulon. He never got to met his fathers, but he wouldn't say he had a terrible life. A couple of human hunters found him bawling below a tree's roots, and somehow they felt pity for him and took him to their village. As Lenwe grew up, his skills with the bow were soon recognized by the villagers. He seemed somehow smart, although he wasn't really comfortable living there. He felt he wasn't in the right place. At the age of 23 he packed his things up (His hunting bow, some arrows, food) and said goodbye to those who had protected him since he was a child. Life was short, he thought. No one in the village had been able to tell him what he was. He didn't know he had a long path ahead, one path humans can't follow. He soon discovered in Normandor his true nature. Years of training with the ones of his kind, working for local leaders as a scout, fighting as a mercenary later... This wasn't enough for Lenwe. Something was missing. He didn't have love in his heart, nor something to call home. How could someone go across the warrior's path, missing the light of love and kindness? This is why he returned to his native village, the only one he could call his "homeland". However, he hadn't realised that 40 years was too much for a human. Only the kids, now full grown ups, were still alive. How fragile can life be? This question kept the elf awake during long nights during years. And the nature of the sylvans saved Lenwe. It is the mother Nature what we must protect, thought Lenwe. An oath was made that day. He would protect his true mother, the nature. He swore in the depth darkness of the forest by trees, wind and all the hidden beauty of this mystic lands, that he would protect the nation of the Elves. He needed to believe in something, and nature gave him a reason to live. What are your characters ambitions?:. He's willing to be helpful, to give his life some kind of meaning, for the ones he loved and the ones that have love in their hearts. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: morphman24's skin edit, credit to him for the skin. (I'll make my own one sometime later, my character's hair is brunette but I might change it to green) Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: He's an elf that hasn't grown up with other elves. That's the main reason for all these "existential" questions he has being doing since he was ten years old. 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? Lenwe looks at the merchant as he walks across the road. He looks slightly at his stuff and looks at the dwarf's face, noticing the willing to survive in it. "Greetings mister, do you like anything you see? - Says loudly the dwarf as he discovers the elf looking at him. "Well, what can you tell me about that bag over there? It looks handy if you want to travel." "Oh, but mister, that one wouldn't last as much as this one"-Says the dwarf pointing with his hand at another bag. "Well, you're the expert here, so I'll trust you. How much for it?" "3 minas and you won't regret it" Lenwe hands over the coins to the trader and the dwarf nods with his head as Lenwe goes away. 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? Lenwe waits in the shadows, listening to the dispute. "You'll regret this you little scum, I'll make you pay for those beers you've broken"-Yells the orc as he pushes the obviously drunk dwarf with the handgrip of his axe. *OOC: Notice I don't really know how orcs speak in this "roleplay" world, I could use Warhammer fantasy's speech but that wouldn't work, right?* "DON'T DARE DO THAT AGAIN YOU LOW-BORN RAT OR I'LL CHOP YOUR HEAD OFF AND PEE IN YOUR SKULL" - Shouts the dwarf, even louder, swinging in the air a small dagger. Lenwe decides to stay out of the fight, as he wouldn't be able to stop it, and leaves as silently as he came. 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?: Lenwe quickly crouches near the old man and checks if he's still breathing. Apparently he was dead before reaching the ground, so he decides to find the old man's kin and try to give them the bag of money. Lenwe enters the local tavern, a dirty place almost empty due to the hour. He rushes to the bar and asks the sleepy inn-keeper for aid. "Who cares about an old man"-Mutters the inn-keeper. Lenwe hands over a coin to the inn-keeper. "You better tell me about this man if you want to make some profit today" The inn-keeper and Lenwe get out of the tavern. After some seconds the inn-keeper stops covering his eyes with his arm as the light stops blinding him and screams: "Oh my... It's that old drunk Bobby Hurl... Poor bastard" "Can I know where his family is? May you call the guards?" "Yeah, sure, just give me another Mina" "Darn you... Here, take it" Lenwe hands over another coin. "It's down that road, ask for the Hurls. You won't miss 'em." Lenwe nods as he starts walking, holding the bag of Minas with his right hand and getting lost in his own thoughts.