Ashdown

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Leapinglemur How old are you?: 23. Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Eastern Time, United States of America. Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, although I do have a tendency to make simple grammatical mistakes from time to time. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: No, I do not have any prior experience in roleplay. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I came across the Lord of the Craft thread on the official Minecraft forums. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: N/A 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 posted the application on the Minecraft forum. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Taking on the role of a character of your own creation while interacting with other players and their characters. Basically it is similar to impromptu acting. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is using out of character in in-character. It is knowledge your character should not know without finding out through roleplay. For example, a player(character A.) may read a character's history (let's say this is character B.) on the forums then when in roleplay they claim that their character(A.) knows the complete background of the character's(B.) history that was read. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power emoting is when a player forces their character to complete a successful action without giving the other players a chance. An extreme example, Bob walks in the tavern and kills every drunkard inside. In-Character Details Character Name: Levanera Ashdown Character Race: Half-elf, half-human. 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: Levanera was born as a healthy baby to a family of three in a small quiet village nestled away in the forests just outside the Holy Oren Empire of Asulon. With blonde hair mundane as a sun faded tapestry, her eyes the color of a garnet dropped in mud puddle, accompanied by her tiny short ears with pointed ends like a dull dagger's tip, these traits come together to clue in the obvious that Levanera was not all human as her fellow villagers. Her somewhat odd appearance came from what physical traits she inherited from both her wood elf mother and human father. Although her parents where in luck, as it was possible for their child to avoid trouble from the local villagers, for as long as the baby's ears where hidden she could pass as nothing more than a child with reddish brown eyes with the luck to be born with blonde hair. To put it kindly, the village's residence weren't exactly scholars. Around the time Levanera was just barely able to walk on the earth on her own bare feet, her mother left for reasons unknown to her. Being a curious child, she would ask her father why and where mother had gone away from home. Never was she given a straight answer but was lead astray by the tales of her mother's grand adventures of protecting nature and the innocent as a skilled ranger of the deep elven wilds. To any adult these stories' accuracy is questionable but to Levanera who was only a child these stories struck awe and inspiration into her young mind. In time, with many tales told of her mother as a master ranger she soon had a hero and a great interest in elven culture. When she was old enough to steadily hold a spoon, her father began to teach her how to use the bow then not before long she was taken on hunts with her father. (The spoon holding not to be taken as a serious measurement.) Over time she learned from him the in and outs of sneaking onto pray without being heard, the points to aim for a lethal hit, and other knowledge that follows to be able to efficiently hunt, fumbling through attempting to master such skills as any other. Outside of the hunts, she was taught of detailed countermeasures against thievery, pickpocketing, scams, and other crimes. The fact her father knew of these subjects in such great detail made his past questionable as his stories of his wife. Did Levanera ever think to bring up a single question about his past? No, blind with loyalty to her father and thoughts of her mother's eventful life filling up her little noggin, she never thought to ask her father of his life before his daughter's birth. Now in her twentieth year, her eye's red hues are more pronounce losing some of it's muddy color, her hair while still a pale yellow is now in a wild disarray, and... well... her ears still are pointy but now are buried under her wild hair. She also slowly gained a new also trait throughout her teen years, as she is now well over the average height of a female human but not even near the height of an elf. Through maturing, her elven traits are more apparent which made her long hidden lineage all the little more difficult to hide. Levanera's father knowing that the residents while were not geniuses, were at the very least smarter than a coup of chickens, had most likely at that point after all those years would start to catch on to his daughter's true race if they have not already started. On Levanera's 20th birthday, he gave her an item that had been long kept hidden by him, an engraved elven dagger left behind by her mother. He told Levanera with a warm smile, words she has not forgotten, “Now is the time, the time for you to leave the comfort of the nest. I believe you have developed well enough what skills I taught you... well enough not to shoot an arrow through your own foot. You are now of age to begin your own adventure without your father overlooking you. Remember well, you are now are on your own and responsible for your own self.” Levanera gave nothing but a silent nod in return lost without words, whether out of sheer shock that this time had came so soon or out of pure excitement she was to begin her own journey. Soon after she began to pack her mother's dagger, along with a bow and a quiver full of arrows as well as a supply of food to last for several days of travel. With bittersweet goodbye, she left her father and the village she had lived in for her entire childhood to began the pursuit of her dreams in the land of Asulon. Or she thought her life long journey were to be in Asulon. Levanera made her way from the village to the wilds seeking a major road so she could take a guess as to were she was in the land of Asulon. After from what seem several hours of wandering though the forest, she finally came to a clearing but instead of finding a road, before her standing was the Wilven Sanctuary. Her father had mentioned the sanctuary in a few of his stories before although he spoke of vague information, what little she could remember was the sanctuary was the home to some friendly monks. While it was not what she had in mind she shrugged off her failure to find a road and decided to take a visit to ask for directions and rest if they were to have any spare beds. When she came into the sanctuary, much to her surprise she found the place filled with the various races of Asulon. She overheard a few words from the loud winded conversing with their fellows. The conversation was muddled from the roar of the multiple conversations taken at once, but what little she could hear to put together was everyone who had gathered at the sanctuary where fleeing the land of Asulon for a beacon that kept an evil at bay was destroyed and now the land was soon to fall into chaos. Later Levanera went aboard on one of the many ships taking a voyage to he land of Elysium as she was not willing to let her adventure end so soon with the fall of Asulon. What are your characters ambitions?: Learn much as she can of her elven heritage, to one day become a master ranger, to help those in need, and to find out if her parents also came to Elysium. Not in any particular order. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: http://tinyurl.com/al4mfkf Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Levanera never outright speaks of an incident that occurred on a hunt with her father when she was a young child. The event changed her from the moment it happened to well into the present, it left her skittish at nightfall and a dreadful fear of anything similar to the creature that was a major participate of the incident. (This is vague on purpose, so that this mystery can be left for rp.) She was lucky as to survive but her “luck” did not come without a price for on the left side of her face remain the scar of a gash that traveled from above her brow to the middle of her cheek. The left eye lost it's deep crimson color, only now to be clouded with the a pale sickly gray. The eye no longer functions leaving Levanera to view the world through a single eye. 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? Scanning the market square of Arethor, I notice a dwarf shouting out trying to attract customers to his stall. He appears to be poor, so he must be starting a new life the same as I. I wish to help the poor dwarf even though I have little to spend, after all doesn't everyone start out small? Walking up to his stall I begin to scan his wares. “Ey, finally a customer! Take yer time to pick a merchandise, I am sure yer won't be disappointed!” the dwarfed pitched with a wide grin on his face. There was not much time I could spent browsing his wares, for there were few. A single simple sword along with a chest plate was all that laid out, from what I could tell from my inexperience point of view was while both were not made of the best material it was made by what appear to be common ore, iron perhaps? I shift my view from each, neither were of use to me, with what little coin I have it would not be wise to buy something for the sake My gaze was shifted back to the dwarf, ready to decline buying his wares, but then behind the dwarf I noticed a hatchet with an iron head hanging on a nail on one of the stall's supports. I looked back to the dwarf and asked, “Do you happen to have any tools of trade by chance, such as hatchet?” “Uh, what?” The dwarf questioned, he seemed confused by what I said, he turned side to side then to spot the hatchet hanging on pillar behind him. He clapped his hands together taking the hatchet down from the post. “I knew something was missing from me table! Here lass, indulge in it's fine simple beauty. Yer not going to find any hatchet of such materials made with this quality, it's a bargain I tell ya!” he said with excitement as he held the hatchet up to me. Taking the hatchet with each palm, I was surprised to find it was well balanced and sharped head despite the common material it was made of. Although I am no expert of the hatchet. Looking from the hatchet to the dwarf, I asked, “What fine craftsmanship, why is a dwarf with such skill selling on the streets? If I may suggest, why not try to offer your skill to an architect guild or an army of sorts? I am sure you would have no trouble with finding employment and are sure to have more steady pay.” The dwarf moved restlessly, grunting in response. “Aye, that would be a better way to earn the minas, now wouldn't it? But I rather offer my services to the common folk, for their own defense, the guard and yer army can't be everywhere at once now can they?” A small smile grew on my lips, if the dwarf was telling the truth he is almost the same as I, walking on the path to aid others but in a different fashion then my own. “Ah, a noble merchant you are, one of the very few...” A bit of a bluff, I admit I have not really met that many merchants so far in my life. “...that said, what is the price of such a fine hatchet from a noble dwarven merchant?” “Hrmm, let's see,” the dwarf looked over the hatchet muttering to himself, “iron head, handle made of oak..” The dwarf scratched his beard looking up at nothing particular, most likely he was calculating the price. “How about 50 minas, lass?” “Ah...” I drifted off, looking down to my belt to placing the hatchet on the stall table then grab my measly coin pouch. Opening the pouch, I counted in my head what little I had. 50 minas. Well... fate apparently does not want me to have life with ease even with the most simplest tasks. I rolled my shoulders in frustration then to feel the weight of the forgotten pack on my back. Oh, isn't there such a thing as haggling? I take the pack off and place it on the ground and begin to shuffle through it's contents. “I am in a bit of rough times, would an offer of 35 minas and a bundle of leathers be suffice?” I pulled the spoken bundle of leathers from my pack to place them on the stall's table for the dwarf to inspect. “While not the best of leather, it is sure to be useful in the right hands, for grips for weapons or tools, perhaps a loop to the end of a tools for hanging, or if you prefer to keep it to yourself a nice blanket for the winter.” The dwarf picked up the bundle inspecting it closely, scratching his chin once again. I go back into my pack to pull out a shiny red apple placing it where the bundle of leathers once was on the table, looking back to the dwarf. “I will even throw in an apple, a nice afternoon snack for the hardworking merchant,” I said with grin. The dwarf looked up from the bundle with a warm smile, “ I'll take the offer, I'll give a discount for being such a lovely lass and as yer my first customer. 25 minas, along with the leathers and the apple.” “Oh no, I am sure that would be robbing you like a bandit if I accepted your discount. Take my original offer of minas, I insist.” I placed 35 minas on the table without hesitation. “Alright lass, I ain't gonna question a customer willing to pass a discount. 35 it is. Yer now an owner of a hatchet crafted with legendary dwarven craftsmanship. May it server ye well!” He said as he gleefully handed the hatchet to me. “It was a pleasure to do business with you, noble dwarf,” I said as I gave a slight bow. It appeared that the square was starting to fill with the afternoon crowd. Before I walked away , I decided to try what I hope would be a helpful deed. I spoke loud tone, not shouting, but one that may make others think that I am one of those with a loud voice, “As a traveler who has journey far and wide, I am sure a dwarf with such quality goods will not be overlooked for long. It would be pure insanity for one not to even consider buying your wares.” I smiled at the dwarf then to finally depart. As I walked away while simultaneously tying the hatchet to my belt, I began to wonder if I would have enough coin for a nights stay at an inn or to purchase food. I looked over my shoulder to the dwarf's stall, observing a small groups of interested buyer starting gather. 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? While traveling the Oren Road during the dreadful night pondering why I was so foolish to leave myself with so little coin to not be able to stay at a single inn, I spot two dark figures of different sizes in the distance outlined by the moonlight. At first sight I jump behind a tree not sure of what creatures they may be. An evil creature of the night followed by it's baby? Well it would be best not to upright approach anything in the dark night, so I quickly prowl from tree to tree unheard, wanting to distinguish the figures soon as possible. Soon I was able to identify the two figures, an quite angry orc and a dwarf who may soon to become pulverized. It that the dwarf from before? I squinted my eye, somehow thinking that would enhance my sight, the dwarf look similar... although I cannot not tell the difference save for obvious traits. It seem the orc was not going calm down, I started to quickly scan the ground trying to create a plan involving the dwarf coming out in one piece. I would not dare to use my mother's elven knife,although that I had little knowledge of how to fight with a dagger... also I was not cable to resupply my stock of arrows. I found a conveniently fist sized rock on the ground soon picked up after it's discovery, it would be enough to knock out the orc if thrown right. Again I darted to tree to tree, stopping close enough to hear their conversation. “Lash chans to gives me your minas dwarfy! Or yous will be a tree ornament!” the orc yelled, followed by a shower of spit. Ah, a lovely specular I was just wanting to see tonight. Not. The dwarf looked up to the orc with a smug expression ever growing on his face to spat back at the orc, “At least I'll still look prettier than a green spitting meat bag who's mother drop ye several times at birth out of pure disgust!” “Whudda say about me mudda?” the orc questioned with rage, he pushed the dwarf against a tree. I had to act quick, out of the their view with haste I climbed the tree which was used for my cover. As I am near the leaves, I hear a crack of a twig behind me. It brought me to the reality that I was in the pitch black of the night. The dark terrifying night. I scramble up the tree out of fear, not realizing I had just created a ruckus of scratching noises. “Wha that? Giant squirrel? He wat a fight too?” the orc asked still with rage, as he stomped in the direction of the noise. I looked to my hand to see if I had held onto the rock during my scramble up the tree. It was still there in my hand, a violently trembling hand. The possibility to be able to throw the rock at the orc to knock him out was now near impossible, let alone even be able to hit him. I swear to hear another twig snap down below. The orc stopped at the base of the tree, looking up attempting to spot this giant squirrel. “Come ou of hide'n ya big fores rat, hide'n sneak is ovar!” Quick, I had to think of something quick. “I-I..” I coughed, adjusting my voice to a mighty deep tone, “How dare you speak to the very spirit of the forest in this matter!” What? What am I thinking. “Spirit of the trees? Nevar was told of any tree ghost!” The orc looked up the tree, trying to place were the voice was coming from within the tree. I responded rapidly in turn, “Of course a dim witted orc has never heard of the spirit of the forest! I have no use to speak to your kind, except when you bring violence to my forests! Now you must make an offering to show forgiveness or you shall face my wrath!” The orc tilted his head, questioning, “Offar'n? Wut kin- wait a min'ut, why you don't show up went me killed in fores before?” “Uh...” Before “the spirit of the forest” could come up with a valid excuse, the tree began to shake violently. Luckily I barely get a solid hold on several branches. “Yer ain't a ghost, ghosties don't go mak'n scratchy tree noises! You just big filthy ly'n forest rat!” the orc raged, as he shook the tree more violently. He did not let up, only increasing strength. Soon I lost my grip, falling out of the tree landing bottom first. I looked in total horror at the orc. In turn he gave an expression of pure anger. “You ain't some ghosty or a forest rat! Just a stick'n pointy ears!” the orc raged. I sat up, speaking in an quick uncontrollable shake, “W-why thank you for the c-compliment. I w-will take my leave, g-good day S-sir Orc.” I begin to take a turn around attempting to walk away. The dwarf appeared to have walked away sometime ago. “Ya ain't go'n no where but tha other side, pointy ears!” The orc began to charge at me with his mouth foaming. “AHHHH!” I screamed, running fast as I never knew was possible for me. Running was all I that was done for the rest of that night. Although at one point it may have turned from running from the orc to fleeing the dark. 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?: Once again traveling down a road, only this time leading to Malinor and occupied with picking twigs out of my hair in an flustered fashion from an eventful night before, I spot a elderly man also walking down the very road. Just as I was about to ask the elderly man of how far Malinor was from our point, his frail cane snaps right in half, leading to the man himself joining the fragments of his cane the along with his bag of coins. I cringe, please I had not just pass my streak of bad fortune onto the poor old man. Although it was somewhat odd considering that the old man took such a frail looking cane on what he most likely knew was a long trek. Might this be a scam or an ambush that father has taught me about? I slowly approach the old man, asking him, “Sir, are you alright?” He turned with a weary expression that then turn into a warming smile. “Yes, yes I am fine. Well except that I am laying on a rocky road.” This man was no thief or bandit, he was just as he appeared to be, an elderly man. At least I pray my judgment is correct. I quickly run to the old man's side to lift him into a sitting position then gather his coins back into the bag. I return the bag of coins to him and pat him on the shoulder. “Wait a moment, sir” I walk off to the side of the road searching for a steady branch among the trees, to finally spot a suitable branch. I reach down to my belt to grab my hatchet, to find a loose leather cord that once held a hatchet in place. Oh, wonderful, it must have came loose when thrown out of a tree with it's owner, then to only now sit in the forest for eternity. With a huff, I climb up the tree and take several minutes of tearing the branch off the tree. I walk back over to the old man, breaking each end of the branch off to make it a more efficient walking stick. “Forgive for such the long wait but now you should be able to walk without fear of meeting the road with your lips while traversing the road to Malinor,” I rambled as I hand the makeshift walking cane to the old man. Taking the cane he manage to somehow smile even more than before when asked of his condition. He stood up leaning on the cane, to then look down to the bag of coins to pull out some coins. “For your kindness, young lady, here is some minas in return.” He held a few coins in his open palm still the smile on his face. I close his hand and nod in disagreement. “No, sir, I could not take a single coin. Relief that I was here by chance to help you in time of need is enough of a reward for me,” I say with a small nod. The elderly man shakes his head in disbelief but with a grin. “This land needs more young ones such as yourself to wander these roads.” He begins to walk, I to but at his side. “Ah, well we probably be tripping over ourselves... Are you on your way to Malinor, sir?” He looks over to me and give a nod in return. “If I may ask, can I travel with you to Malinor? As I was walking there myself.” The old man laughs, “Of course you can, kind lady! Only an orc would turn down such a kind traveling companion.” I sigh, reminded of the night before. “I agree, recently I found out that orcs do not seem to favor me.” The old man laughs again. “Oh? Not many live when they make that discovery. Care to share your tale to entertain us on our walk to Malinor?” I begin to scratch my head, to find another twig still in my hair, tossing it aside. “Hm, I see no reason not. It all started when I decided to visit the City of Arethor...” So I shared my tale to the old man, who seemed amused, all the way to the city Malinor.