Out-Of-Character Details
I love minecraft! Also redruied by skytt1995.
Minecraft Account Name:
Twizzlie
How old are you?:
16
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:
Sweden 10:00 GMT
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:
Pretty good grade on school.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:
Well yes, alittle but none serious ones. But I still wishes to learn how to advance.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:
Yes, yes Indeed.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:
Skytt1995
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:
No I haven’t
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:
Act as a role chosen or un-chosen and act out as the role should have.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:
Information as the role himself couldn’t acquire
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:
kill stab, forced emote upon someone without the chance to reply back and answer or an alternative result.
In-Character Details
Dark colored eyes medium muscle built body, tall height at 1.9m
Character Name:
Twizzlie
Character Race:
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:
Born within a family who could not provide food or shelter for him, he was left in the former towns guard Wellington's care, His first year bestood of practicing the art of war in paper form. Recorded historical battles and tactical advantages written down by ages of warfare. Or so much of it that existed in the towns librarian.
When he turned ten his years now bestood on physical challenges training to increase his strenght aswell as his endurance. Even tho his feats where of average he admired the art of illusion and conciving, lying and corrupting more than any weapon training or tactical cunning.
When he turned 16 he was given his own blade, nothing fancy for the world, but in that little town he was born in it oculd even be a kings blade. He scratched the side of the blade showing unreadable markings. W.A.L knowing the W.A was Wellingtons signature he accepted the blade and bow down in his most humble respect for the gift.
Seeking more than what could be found within the safe town land he was beginnig to prepare to venture of to the unkown. He left his sleeping bag in the earliest hour of the morning and left for the gates.
There he was, Wellington sitting on a cut down tree at the gate smiling as I approached him. He wished me lucked and bid farewell. But before I had step over my foot outside the holy oren empires land I asked him what the L stood for.
His smile fainted slowly and he said: Another time and another place lad. Than I turned around and headed for Malinor.
What are your characters ambitions?:
To roam the free world and do what ever feels right whenever, he wishes to live his life while he still has it in his grasp.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
http://i.imgur.com/tLxNI.png
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:
No, not at the time I don't.
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?
Sir dwarf, I do believe that the town guard was looking for the owner of your shop. I would advise you to seek the captain out and see what he wants. Might just be something rather important matter, don't you worry about the stand all right. (If the dwarf refuge(uncertain) I'm pretty sure the guard was told of stole supplies being sold by you. It wouldn't be wise leaving rumors to fly around in the city. It will surely affect your economy. Now please I beg you to seek out the captain, I promise the stand will be safe. *As the dwarf leaves I approach the stand and grab hold of any small items of value and takes an apple, I than looks around before slowly leaving the area and heads out towards Malinor.
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?
*I quickly walk fast towards them standing up in the middle of them putting my hands on each of them to push them back* There is no need for violence. *The hand tries to find any lose items on the chest like necklaces or jewels or anything of value really* Now could I please ask you what is the problem?... I me-.. I believe the dwarf has stolen from you orc. Your missing your (Insert stolen item) *stands back* I do not protect or aid any theft master dwarf. I suggest you do not listen to any more of this dwarf lies master orc. *leaves the scene by the road and leaves with a small smirk on my lips*
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?:
*breaks of a bracnh on the nearby tree and removes and leaves or smaller branches on it making it to a walking stick. I approach the old man but accidently hit my foot on the ground causing the impact to force the dirt flying towards some of the coin and blocks the sight of it. I quickly regain balance and continue towards the man and helps him out and handing him the stick. I pick up some of the mans coin in vision of him and than reach them out and drop them in his hand* No need to thank my sir, just be careful on the road. Theres alot of thiefs and scums. *as the old man continue his path I dig my hand in the dirt and take out the remaining gold coin* Who said you couldn't eat the cake and keep it. *chuckles for myself as I continue the road the opposite way*