Out-Of-Character Details
Minecraft Account Name:donnie12399
How old are you?:13
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:eastern
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:Yes 100 percent fluent speaker mabye not the best speller though
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:yes
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:yes
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:a youtube video
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:no never
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:being a role model and make good chocies to show someone who looks up to you.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:Meta-gaming is when you or someone else do or use something in the game that was not known or possible of the character in the game, such as skyping each other or calling or even giving someone the cords to a certain area are all examples of metagaming.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:Power-Emoting is when you do things such as denie that you were hit and always think you constantly win an example being: A thief was being chased by a group of men that he had just stole from, and he turned and halted, and blocked or dodged every single attack and killed them all in a matter of seconds. That would not be really possible and would be just ignoring the fact that they hit you and such, basically acting untouchable and getting what you want always.
In-Character Details
Character Name:arshwits
Character Race:orc
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:He has been in the GAme not to long his story could not span more than 2 paragraph but ill tell everything. He loves to play with his friends on other servers, he make alliences and works well on a team. His favorite thing to do is to is mine and swim he has only found about 7 diamonds thought.And here we r today
What are your characters ambitions?:to make friends and fight the undead
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:saved as attachment
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:no
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?he village was quaint and the sun was high. The familiar smells of fresh baked goods filled the market place among the general mercantile chatter and clanging of mental. Alendar had been wondering aimlessly, observing the overall merriment of the days occasions; not really looking for anything in particular. That is until a deep bellow whose cries of desperation and anticipation caught her ear. Pausing for a moment, she glanced around to find the direction of the bizarre call that emanated a mix of hope, sadness, determination, and despair. To her right, standing upon a tattered blanket filled with unusual Dwarven wares stood a stocky sort of man. His booming voice attempting to beckon new business his way. The nature of his stance exuded confidence, but in his eyes revealed the look of a man desperately trying to make ends meet. With a heavy heart Alendar smiled and glided her way towards him. Meeting his eye she gave a warm friendly heart-warming smile as she bent down to take a look at his wares.
"Aye, such a lovely selection." Alendar complimented in an attempt to boost his morale. "It's not everyday you come across goods of this caliber." She said picking up the nearest strange 'thingamajig' and examining every inch of it. "And where does your journey hailed you from Dwarf?"
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?Looks like my lessons ran a bit later than usual' Alendar thought to himself as he hurried down the stone path on his way towards camp after an unusually busy day. All was good until he couldn't help but over hear the sounds of trouble escalating from afar. The moonlight shown through the clouds to reveal the shadows of a rather large figure in the near distance. His stance about as threatening as his voice. he could tell by the accent that the stranger was of Orcish origin. And his threats seemed to be aimed at a stocky sort of man whose shimmering beard unmistakably gave him away as Dwarven. It was too early for him to tell the cause of the conflict but it was obvious by the nature of things that it was inclined to get serious. Being one that was well versed in the ways of combat and not being one to walk by idly and let harm come to those in need; Alendar slickly guarded himself under the protection of shadow under a nearby tree yet close enough to eavesdrop on the situation. Keeping his ear perked he attempted to find the source of the conflict. If it indeed needed his assistance he would step in to protect the common well-being, but he was not about to throw herself in harms way over something he knew nothing about. Especially as underhandedly armed he was compared to the hulking brutes standing before him.
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?:All that was heard was the crack of breaking wood accompanied by a loud thud of human bones and a clatter of scattered coin. Without hesitation Alendar whisked himself to kneel by the elderly mans side. "Sir, Sir! Are you hurt?" he began examining him gently for any signs of serious damage. In the back of his mind he was already cycling through a list of remedies to ease times such as these. he glanced at the rickety broken old stick. The elderly man seemed to not be harboring any seriously life threatening injuries but simply lie there for a moment a bit winded attempting to catch his breath. Deeming it best to leave him there for a moment while he regained his wits about him after such a tumble he walked his way over to the nearest tree. Feeling his way around as he stare at the branches. One of them looked particularly sturdy and of the right size. he did not like the prospect of cutting down trees all the time. But when an urgent need found itself present he found it perfectly acceptable. Reaching into his bag he pulled out an iron scythe (a crescent shaped axe); in a sweet tongue he whispered a silent prayer to the tree and waited for a response. A gust of wind with its words on the breeze echoed the trees thoughts to him and he ceremonially cut a dark limb of sturdy wood. Walking back over to the man he knelt down and helped him to his feet, along with his newly acquired walking stick. His bag of coins was still scattered on the ground, but Alendar was unconcerned about such things at the moment. he waited by his side to make sure he was in a suitable condition to continue on his way. "That was a rather nasty fall." he giggled to lighten the mood and ease the tension. "Where does your path lead you today, if you don't mind me asking? Perhaps I can accompany you for a while."
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