Out-Of-CharacterDetails I am a semi-veteran Minecraft gamer. I have beenplaying since 1.6, and have loved every minute of it. Recently, I have beenfinding the game lacking. I then found myself at the doorstep of the loomingfigure known as Roleplaying. I had been looking for servers for a while, andthis one popped up, so as an avid roleplayer, I set about making my app. I dohope you enjoy.
Minecraft AccountName:Charcoal1
How old are you?:13
Time-Zone/Country ofResidence:London, BST
Do you have a good grip onEnglish grammar and the English language?:I live in London, and havespoken English all my life. I'd be surprised if I wasn't good at it.
Have you had any previousexperience in roleplaying?:I have roleplayed on another Minecraftserver, and a little in WoW.
Have you read and understood andagree to the rules?:Yes, I have read the rules, and agree to followthem to the letter.
How did you hear about the Lordof the Craft?:After searching the internet for RP server's, your namepopped up.
Link any previous applicationsyou have made to the Lord of the Craft:N/A
Have you posted this applicationon 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/!:I will be doing this once this application is posted.
Definitions
In your own words, define whatthe act of roleplaying is:The act of taking the role of an imaginarycharacter, and "acting" as them. Similar, in ways, to drama.
In your own words, define whatthe act of meta-gaming is:The act of using knowledge, that a charactershould not know. For example, "Fred how was the bar last friday?",even if your character had know idea that fred was at a bar.
In your own words, define whatthe act of power-emoting is:The use of overly powerful attacks. Also,saying something such as "Bob threw a hit, and it landed in the middle ofFred's chest". Fred would normally react, and his reaction would be voicedby his user.
In-CharacterDetails
Character Name: WirekGalbadash
Character Race:Elf
Character biography - Make thisat least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history,appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:
Wirek was born into a travelling community of performers.Both his mother and father were talented actors. While the caravan had stoppedin Haelun’or (it just so happened that the mother and father had come to visitrelatives, so they might know of the child), Wirek had been born. It wasfortunate that they had stopped, as it was a difficult birth, and many timesthe mother began to faint.
He grew up to be an inquisitive boy, running through theforests each day with the other children. Though he was an athletic child, hehad a great interest in the arcane arts. After seeing another performer (YinerMorin) using magic for his display of fireworks, he quickly took to buying allbooks he could find on the subject of the arts of evocation.
He dreamed of being a powerful mage, but couldn't even beginto understand the writings he read. He tried to perform the actions and words,but no power came of them. Despite this discouragement, he continued to try andlearn, and is well versed in most chapters of his now extensive collection ofbooks.
He grew over the coming years, and at the age of 17, choseto leave the caravan to find a master who would further his studies. At thetime of his departure, the caravan had stopped for a resupply in Ager. He hadtalked to his parents and friends about his desire to learn of the outsideworld, and of the forces that he had never been able to control. His parentsencouraged him, and understood how he felt. They gave him some equipment tohelp him on his way, and let him leave. Though, they said that they wanted himto stay in contact. After listing him the locations that they would be stayingat over the coming months he started his journey, into the dawn of a new lifefor him, a new chapter.
He is now around 6'4,has platinum hair, as is normal in most High Elves. He has deep sea-green eyes,and a strong, but slight stature. He wears a deep green cloak that was given tohim by his parents after he left, and worn leather boots. He has pale skin,with no signs of tanning, and is a fairly cheerful, and well spoken young man.Though, he can sometimes seem a little aloof, as can many elves.
What are your charactersambitions?: To become a powerful user of the arcane arts, and to learnmore of the world outside of his small community, namely of the elven lands forwhich he is born of. After the birth, he had never returned to the High Elvencity.
Please provide an in-gamescreenshot of your skin here:I haven't been able to find a way to showthis to you guys. I do however promise that it is an RP based skin, which I hadmade on a forum. It is pretty much the same as what I have described here.
Is there anything else you wouldlike to say about your character:
Open-Response-Questions
Each question heremust be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene youare given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should beanswered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty HumanCity of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares topassers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make aliving in a new city. What is your response? I take my bag of Minasfrom my belt, and make my way over to the trader.
"I would like to buy one of those", and points toone of the set of dull knives on the back shelf.
The dwarf replies with a swift turn of the head to face theknives, and trots over. He seems almost gleeful that I have asked to buy, andquickly accepts the money from my hand.
"And also one of those", and I gesture to a set ofrope coils. The dwarf trots off again, and brings the rope over to the counter.
"I don't need all of these", and I drop some morecoins into the rough hands of the diminutive man. He looks up into my face, awarm smile on his face, and thanks me. I return the smile and thanks, and walkaway, giving one last look over my shoulder.
You’re wandering the Oren Roadlate at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is nohelp nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon,what does your character do?
I step behind anearby tree, and watch the scene carefully. After a few moments, the orc liftsa fist into the air, and prepares to slam it down on the man. I take a smallknife from my belt, and throw myself towards the unfortunate man.
I plunge the dagger into the orc’s hand, and push the manout of the way. The orc recoils in pain, and I seize the moment to give a swiftkick to the orc’s knee. I tell the man to run, and I do the same.
An orc, well I can’tdeal with one on my own. Time to get the guard of the nearest town to come anddeal with this.
Whilst walking down the roadto Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak andfrail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and theman 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 atthe defenceless man. What does your character do?:
I rush over to the fallen man, and bend down to help him. Itake hold of his shoulder, and pick up the coins on the floor. I return them tohim, and accept his thanks.
I help him over tothe nearest town, and help him get a hold of a new cane. I part with him, andleave him heading in the direction of the nearest inn. It’s already gettingdark, and he can’t be out alone at night in his current state. After arrivingat the tavern, he tells me that he cannot stay, as he must be over to a smallsettlement, deep in the heart of the elven forests. He knows that it would beimpossible to get there fast enough for what he needed to see. He would notstate what it was that he must attend; only that it is of the utmost importancethat he be there for it. I look to try and find a carriage that will take him,and am pleased to find one. At this time of night, finding any was a miracle. Ipayed for his trip, and let him go on his way. The old man gave me a nod as heentered the carriage, and broke into a broad, warm smile. As I watched thecarriage head down the road, I couldn’t help but think that there was somethingrather odd about that man. After, a moment of being rather dazed, I lookedround to see a group of men looking at me. I then noticed that the money that Ihad used to buy the trip, was now at my feet. As I looked down the road, expectingto see the carriage, I was greeted by an empty road. I still have little ideawhat happened, and guess that I must have hallucinated, but... I cannot helpbut feel that it was a little more than that.
