SugaryHobgoblin

"Set aside 100 sets of iron armour." a similar note is pinned

Banned for simpsons GIF.

Banned for living on the moon

9/10 for creeping me out

Banned because this is my very first forum post, and I'm not sure if I get this game

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: SugaryHobgoblin How old are you?: 16 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: I am on central time, and live in canada Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: I do. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: I have some. I briefly took improv, as well as visited other roleplaying servers. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: I have How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Stumbled across it on google, when searching for roleplaying servers 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/! : Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Choosing a character, and making all decisions as that character would. Using his own thoughts and feelings, as well as knowledge and reaction. In essence, creating a new ego, different from your own, and playing as it. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta gaming is the unfair use of OOC knowledge, brought IC. This can become a nuisance when people use meta gaming to give away locations, and acquire information they otherwise would not have. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power emoting is forcing an action upon an other. An example of power emoting is: Iroh forcefully kicks the sword from James' hands, and hits him across the face with the hilt of his blade. The correct way to emote this, would be: Iroh attempts to kick the sword from James' hands, as he follows up with the hilt of his blade, aiming to hit him across the face In-Character Details Character Name: Nathan Naymeer 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: The storms continued pouring down on the few remaining docks, at the cloud temple, as each race's boat was prepared to leave, in search of news lands. As a last role call is taken, a mother and her child run for the elven boat, praying to be let aboard. Skidding across the wet, and slippery dock, the two narrowly miss the elven boat, and with fear the elven mother looks towards the towering human boat, regret and shame overwhelmingly powerful in her emotions. "Come, Nathon" she beckons, and starts off with the tug of his hand. The small lad, of no more than 9 years, follows his mother to the large ship, curiously looking around at the chaos unfolding around him. The mother pulls up her hood, before the white rose guard, hiding her elven ears, as they cautiously approach the boarding plank. "Halt! Name's, and past residence are required before we let you aboard" states the guard in an all business. The mother softly responds, "I am Erisa, and this is my son, Nathan. We previously hailed in the east fields, farming for Salvus". "Salvian's, eh? Very well, come aboard quickly". As the mother and son step aboard, they are instantly hit with the shocking amount of commotion aboard the human ship, "So this is the kind of chaos your father comes from" she mutters, as a disrespectful white rose shoves his way through her. Nathan looks up at his mother, his grey eyes welcoming, like pools of water "Let's go find someplace to sit, momma" he smiles up at her, leading her below deck. After many nights out at sea, Nathan and Erisa sleep below the deck, silently as the waves hitting the wooden sides of the boat sooth them, like a lullaby. In her sleep, Erisa's grey slips off her head, revealing her elvish ears, and features. The man in the bunk at their side, silently gets up, and informs the night guard of the elvish woman. "There's an elf aboard the ship. I think she's a mali spy!" the rugged man whispers. After a moments pass, three guards silently loom over the mother's bunk, and just as she opens her eyes, the three pounce, throwing a bag over her head, and forcefully drag her from her bunk to the deck of the human ship. "You're a malinor spy, for those filthy elves!" the obvious leader of the three guards, accuses "I'm no spy" she seethes "I'm just trying to get to the new world in one piece". "Well then, I hope you're ready to swim there!" He cackles, as he motions for his mean to throw her overboard "No!" She screams "Help! Nathan!". The other two men lean her over to the edge of the boat, and with a final push, she falls into the deep ocean waters. Below the deck, the small boy opens his eyes,and eagerly looks for his mother, as he picks himself up from his bunk. Scouring the entire boat, he passes the three guards, unaware they just through his mother overboard. With a lasting yawn, the boy decides to return to his bed, and look for his mother in the morning. Weeks went by, as Nathan had no one to care for him, with the exception of strangers, and the monks giving out free rations of food. When the boat's dock, Nathan vows to find his missing mother, and try to pick up their lives where they left off. What are your characters ambitions?: To find his mother, and survive. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: He eats a lot. Couldn't work that into the biography ;) 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? "Uh, h-hello mister dwarf.. D-do you have any food?". "Eh, lad? I 'ave some bread 'ere for three minas a loaf". "C-could you spare any f-for me? I don't have any minas" he asks, in a timid voice. "I don't 'ave any ta' spare, laddy." the poor dwarf responds "Oh, okay.. Thank you anyway, mister" he responds disappointingly. 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? Nathan ducks behind a stable, and watches the scene unfold "I knew i shouldn't be out here! I knew it! No... No no no!" He whispers to himself, anxiously. "The poor mini is done for! kaput! Oh no!" he continues whispering, as the dwarf and orc begin to fight, he's sure the orc will win, when suddenly the dwarf pulls his powerful war axe from its scabbard, and clobbers the orc with the side, knocking him out. "Gah!" Nathan screams, as he scurries away from the violent scene to safety, as the proud dwarf stands over the unconscious orc. 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?: "Oh! H-here sir!" Nathan says, as he hurriedly tries putting all the minas back in the bag. Another traveler helps the old man up, as Nathan is much to small to be of any physical use "You need a new cane, sir" the traveler states, while Nathan picks up the minas "Here, mister.. I-i picked up yer minas". "Thank you both. It brings me joy to see such kindness from the young" the old man responds, in a frail voice. "You look awfully hungry, young lad. Here, have some bread" he offers, handing nathan a small loaf. "T-thanks mister.. I really am hungry", he modestly replies, before parting ways with the elderly man.