Shinefly

I couldn't agree more with this. I mean seriously? Who wants to rebuild again on another temp map? Just keep this until 3.0.

Ashur Nicknames: Ash, Ashur Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Jahvid Human Status: Single Description Height: 5,8 Weight: 200 pounds Body Type: Bulky muscle Eyes: Brown Hair: Dark brown or black Skin: Olive skin Markings/Tattoos: None Health: Pristine health Personality: Cunning, charismatic, works toward his own goals. Inventory: Varies Further Details: None Life Style Alignment*: Neutral evil Deity*: None Religion: None Alliance/Nation/Home N/A Job/Class: N/A Title(s): None Profession(s): Swordsmanship Special Skill(s): Deception, conning, cunning, and sword play Flaw(s): Passionate, lovesick, and is bad with a bow. Weaponry Fighting Style: Dishonorable, backstabs, throws sand, catches people off gaurd. Preferred Weapon: Gladius, or any other sword. Favored Weapon: None preferably just any sword. Archery: No. Biography Parents: Al'hez and Amurlia. Status: alive Siblings: None Children: None at the moment Extended Family: Not that he knows of Pet(s): Had a scorpion named Barca but it died. History Ashur, born 20 years before the voyage to Elysium. The Jahvid city of Agrabah was the land Ashur knew. With a father that was a leatherworker and a mother that had no craft. The son of a craftsman, not blessed with a shining spoon in his mouth from the start. Ashur's family resided in the poorest parts of the city, their family was too obscure to mock and too deceitful to feel pity towards. Ashur's father and mother deceived, stole, and backstabbed to get even the slightest bit of coin. Ashur was sometimes used in a theft or a scheme that aimed to deceive someone. Pointers were learned and Ashur absorbed this all into his young mind. There is no special story of heroics or untimely parental death here, Ashur and his parents succeeded in most of the schemes they spun and they managed to live a slightly below average life. That was a good thing compared to the other situations families in the slums of Agrabah were in. All through out these years of scheming Ashur's parents had a seperate stash of coin that they had been saving to buy their way to the other side of Asulon and settle down in Normandor. By the time Ashur was 18 years of age his family had finally accumulated enough coin to finally get to Normandor. Ashur was with utmost joy and was ready to pack up and finally leave the slums of Agrabah, but Ashur's parents broke the news to him as he started to pack the few things he had. Ashur's parents informed him that he had to stay and that they only saved enough coin for the two of them to go and for supplies once they arrive. Ashur was heartbroken but wouldn't show his tears. It felt as if a boulder sat at the pit of Ashur's stomach and his chest felt heavy, Ashur nodded somberly as he watched his parents walk out the door with their things. For two years Ashur made his parent's home his own and made false alliances, schemed, deceived, and also took up the ways of the sword. Ashur saw combat to win him great fortune sometime in his future. For he realized that with scheming and deception, prowess in combat is neccessary. He was not perfect at the art of the sword but he was learning and getting better with training. By the time Ashur was 20 years of age a strange thing happened that winter, all of Agrabah was in peril, panicked citizens of low class and upper class flooded the streets. Ashur ran with the panicked crowd to numerous carriages and steeds that took them to the cloud temple docks. Huge ships were being erected for each of the nations. Ashur was confused but assumed there was a mass migration taking place. The ships were crowded and were loud, no one cared what race you were or if you were on your respected nation's ship. So Ashur just went aboard the elven ship, for it seemed to be the most tame one of them all. Ashur resided there and just waited for the sails to start taking them to wherever they were going. Once the ships arrived at Elysium the 20 year old Ashur strives to learn the way of the blade, to fend for himself, and he is always analyzing everything.

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: ztreetfighterz How old are you?: 16 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Dallas, Texas Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes, I actually am a very avid rper. I just discovered the minecraft medium of roleplaying and I saw that this was the number one rp experience on minecraft so I decided to join. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Indeed How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I just searched up minecraft rp and I discovered the site. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: Nope! 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/! : Yupper! ^ Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is the act of stepping into someone else's shoes and basically it's pretty much story telling. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Metagaming is when you use information gained out of character to benefit your character. Such as going to a certain coord because your buddy on skype alerted you that there were bandits attacking. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power emoting is when you do not give the other player a chance to win or respond. Example "Laureth decapitates Elur. It should be like so: "Laureth charges Elur swinging his blade at Elur's neck attempting to wound." In-Character Details Character Name: Ashur Character Race: Jahvid Human Character Age: 20 Character Appearance: 5,8, 200 pounds, bulky muscular build, brown eyes, dark hair, a stubble, and fair or slightly olive skin. 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: Ashur, born 20 years before the voyage to Elysium. The Jahvid city of Agrabah was the land Ashur knew. With a father that was a leatherworker and a mother that had no craft. The son of a craftsman, not blessed with a shining spoon in his mouth from the start. Ashur's family resided in the poorest parts of the city, their family was too obscure to mock and too deceitful to feel pity towards. Ashur's father and mother deceived, stole, and backstabbed to get even the slightest bit of coin. Ashur was sometimes used in a theft or a scheme that aimed to deceive someone. Pointers were learned and Ashur absorbed this all into his young mind. There is no special story of heroics or untimely parental death here, Ashur and his parents succeeded in most of the schemes they spun and they managed to live a slightly below average life. That was a good thing compared to the other situations families in the slums of Agrabah were in. All through out these years of scheming Ashur's parents had a seperate stash of coin that they had been saving to buy their way to the other side of Asulon and settle down in Normandor. By the time Ashur was 18 years of age his family had finally accumulated enough coin to finally get to Normandor. Ashur was with utmost joy and was ready to pack up and finally leave the slums of Agrabah, but Ashur's parents broke the news to him as he started to pack the few things he had. Ashur's parents informed him that he had to stay and that they only saved enough coin for the two of them to go and for supplies once they arrive. Ashur was heartbroken but wouldn't show his tears. It felt as if a boulder sat at the pit of Ashur's stomach and his chest felt heavy, Ashur nodded somberly as he watched his parents walk out the door with their things. For two years Ashur made his parent's home his own and made false alliances, schemed, deceived, and also took up the ways of the sword. Ashur saw combat to win him great fortune sometime in his future. For he realized that with scheming and deception, prowess in combat is neccessary. He was not perfect at the art of the sword but he was learning and getting better with training. By the time Ashur was 20 years of age a strange thing happened that winter, all of Agrabah was in peril, panicked citizens of low class and upper class flooded the streets. Ashur ran with the panicked crowd to numerous carriages and steeds that took them to the cloud temple docks. Huge ships were being erected for each of the nations. Ashur was confused but assumed there was a mass migration taking place. The ships were crowded and were loud, no one cared what race you were or if you were on your respected nation's ship. So Ashur just went aboard the elven ship, for it seemed to be the most tame one of them all. Ashur resided there and just waited for the sails to start taking them to wherever they were going. Once the ships arrived at Elysium the 20 year old Ashur strives to learn the way of the blade, to fend for himself, and he is always analyzing everything. What are your characters ambitions?: Ashur's ambitions at the moment are only to benefit himself, become more skilled with a blade, to survive, and to analyze everything. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: http://i.imgur.com/zmcst.png Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Nope. 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? The sun shines upon Ashur's face as he walks out of the Arethor Tavern and into the streets, he strolls down the main road until he notices a dwarven shopkeeper, he approaches him with a gentle smile and politely nods with his hands together "Inshakur Dwa'mi." The dwarf is confused by Ashur's Jahvid tongue, he squints and points "Yer not from around 'ere?" Ashur laughs and puts one hand on the counter "I know common Dwa'mi, I simply am tasteful with my greetings and pleasantries." The dwarf nodded dismissively "So yer gunna buy?" Ashur looked around the stall at the dwarf's wares and points to a dusty gem on the ground behind the dwarf's feet "How about that?" The dwarf looks behind him and then looks down to see the gem, he picks it up and wipes the dust off of it and examines it closely, "Seems to be an emerald, I'll give ye 200 mina fer it." Ashur sarcastically puts his hand to his chin acting as if he is in thought then laughs hysterically "Dwa'mi, I am not easily fooled, why would I buy one mina for 200 mina?" The dwarf is dumbfounded "No, no...wait!" The dwarf watches as Ashur walks off towards the city gates. 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? Ashur is walking down the oren road late at night, the crisp air soothing his pores. As Ashur nears a tall oak tree he notices two figures in the distance wiggling around, it seems like theres a struggle going on. Ashur, out of curiosity goes to see what's going on, he crouches down behind a bush upon getting closer and realizes that the figures are two beings. One an orc, and one a dwarf. The Orc seems to be hassling the dwarf for something. The orc holds the dwarf by his shirt collar and yells into the dwarf's face with vigor "GIMME LATZ SHINIES!" The terified dwarf cries "I am but a cartographer! I have no shinies!" Ashur watches with anticipation, Ashur thinks to himself "Coin can be made." The Orc gives the dwarf a swift punch to his gut and the dwarf falls to the floor, curling up into a ball. The orc then spits on the dwarf and says "LATZ BETTA HAV MI SHINIES NEXT TIME!" The dwarf lays there sobbing and Ashur goes to the dwarf after the orc leaves. Ashur then rummages through the dwarf's stuff and finds nothing "Damnit." Ashur walks off empty handed. 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?: As Ashur is walking on the road to malinor he notices an old man on the ground with a broken stick next to him. Ashur walks to the old man and looks down at him. The old man looked up at Ashur "Please help me up." Ashur kneels down and smiles "Ah, yes. Of course elder one." The old man smiles as he hoists the man up to his feet and walks the man over to the side of the road, Ashur then sets the man down on a flower bed. Ashur gestures for the old man to wait and he goes over to the road and notices a fallen pouch of coin, Ashur picks up the pouch and the old man says "Ah I seemed to have dropped that." Ashur looks back and smiles, then he runs off down the road with the pouch. (^ Im sorry but that is the detail and that is what ashur would do, just because I dont involve powergaming doesnt mean I didn't put effort into my ORQ's)