Mshanks8292

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Mshanks8202 How old are you?: 16 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Pacific Standard, USA Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: I am an Honors English student. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Not on Minecraft no. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Was looking for a Minecraft RP Server. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/78751-d-mshanks8202s-app/, http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/78814-denied-mshanks8202s-app-20/ 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/! : Okay Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is the act of assuming another identity common to internet goers. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Using Ooc information Ic like the name floating above someones head. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-Emoting is abusing the roleplaying system in a way not allowing them to react.. (i.e. Torgil steals Gore's amulet and then cuts off his head) In-Character Details Character Name: Thoth Quel'marow Character Race: Elf (Dark Elf) 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: Thoth was an only child born to Parents who were scholars. They devoted all their time to their research with his happiest memory of them being the time when they had finished their work and read him a bed time story. His Father was not very loving twords him feeling that he was useless since he wasn't interested in their research and shipped him off to live with his Grandmother visiting once a week, then a month, then a year, and then he never seen them again. Life with his grandmother was better, she provided the love and compassion that he needed and he soon he was prospering. His grandmother was quite the Mystic and delved in the arts of healing, Soothsaying, and Scrying teaching him the arts. One day his grandmother took him into Malinor for his birthday and gave him 100 Minas to spend, he walked for a while until he found a custom made bow crafted by am old wood elf man. He bought it and soon became very proficient in archery. Soon he was killing game and bringing it home for his grandmother to cook. His grandmother soon started to teach him how to cook, what herbs to pick, and where to find him. After a long while His grandmother became ill and he attempted to saver her through the arts she had taught him but alas it was to no avail and she soon passed. On his own he was very lonely and had no one else, he longed for that special someone with whom he could spend his life. On an outing to Malinor to buy some equipment he stopped at a tavern and met a very nice young High Elf bar-maiden. They hit it off and after three years got married and soon had little ones of their own. One day while he was out hunting he came across a group of mercenaries who were picking on a little wood elf. He walked up on them and asked what was going on, and it turned out that he had taken an apple from their camp. He offered to pay them for the apple but one of the mercenaries killed the little elf and then proceeded to advance on Thoth. He was shocked at their animosity and ran. They chased him to his home where he ran inside and hid his family. They lit his house on fire killing everyone inside except him... After this experience he grew bitter twords the world, he rebuilt his home and lived there in solitude with the only people he talked to being the spirits of his dead family who had become stuck in our plane. He soon became obsessed with finding the mercenaries that did that to his family so they could finally be at peace. He used his power to find them and under the cover of night he killed them all. The spirit of one of the mercenaries became bound to him though in his effort and was cursed to fallow him around until he himself died while Thoth was simultaneous Cursed to never be able to kill another Person again unless it is in self-defense. When he came home he was able to free his family and lay them to rest. The spirit Sithis soon became his reluctant companion and started to help him in his endevours. After achieving his goals he soon found himself alone in this big world with his only friend being a ghost and soon became cold and somewhat cruel to other people speaking his mind at all times regardless of social protocol. What are your characters ambitions?: To Document the life of his Ghostly friend Sithis. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/646146/dark-elf/ Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: He is a tad bit crazy. 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? "Hmmm I wounder if he has a bow?" Thoth wonders aloud. "I have no idea..." Sithis reply's startling Thoth who forgot he was there. "I am going to go see... wait here." Thoth walks up to the stall and the Dwarf looks up. "'Ello Sir how are we on this fine Morn?" "I am well thank you, I was wondering if you have a bow for sale?" "Why yes we do good sir!" The dwarf walks back to a chest behind the stall and takes out a beautifly carves ornate bow, "This beauty here is called Aingeal Bangadh and is yours for for the small price of only 5,000 Minas!" Thoth chokes a little on his own saliva when he hears the price, "That is all the money I have!" Sithis floats over. "Thoth," Says Sithis, "That bow is not what he says it is, it is a cheap fake. I have seen the Aingeal Bangadh and that is sooooo not it..." "Really?" Thoth replies to the air next to him, "My firend here," Thoth points at the air, "Says that that is really not Aingeal Bangadh and you are lying." This time the dwarf chokes, "Why sir I assure you that it is..." "Nope good day! By the way Sithis thinks your very ugly for a woman!" "But I am a man!" "Really? Hmmm..." Thoth and Sithis turn and walk away. 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? Thoth looks at Sithis, "Should I do something?" "Well... you do remember what happened last time you intevined don't you?" "Yes. I do, all to well. No thanks to you... I am going to help I am strong this time." Thoth walks up to the Orc and taps him on the back. The Orc turns around, "What do you want Elf?" "I want to know what is going on here." "This Dwarf's Father-in-Law seems to want him dead!" "Really?" "Yea." "Really?" "Yea." "Really?" "Yes! Damn it YES!" "Interesting..." "Look buddy, if your going to get in my way I will have to kill you too." The Orc pokes him in the chest. "I wouldn't do that if I were you..." "A Puny Elf like you!?" The Orc smirked, "I'll squash you like a bug!" He just has to hit me then I can fight back... Thoth thought. The Orc hit him on the chest sending him flying into a nearby tree. Thoth crumpled over and pretended to pass out. "Now where was I..." The Orc Turned around. The regained composer and drew his knife. He ran at the Orc Screaming, the Orc turned around and swung at him. Thoth dodged it doing a back flip. They circled each other, "Your strong for an Elf..." "You shouldn't have hit me..." Thoth laughed crazily narrowing his eyes at his target. The Orc swung at him again but Thoth slashed his dagger at the tendon in the Orc's arm hitting his target and disabling use of his right arm. The Orc bellowed in rage pulling his battle axe from his back and swingig at Thoth. Thoth jumped on it as it came by surprising the Orc, and then flipped over him and cutting the tendons in knees crumpling him to the ground... The Orc screamed... "You are lucky I despise Killing." Thoth said cleaning his dagger with some moss from a nearby tree and then sheathing it. "Little Dwarf, I would run and get your wife then disappear..." The Dwarf nodded his eyes encompassing the whole of his head, "Th-Thank you!" And the dwarf ran off. "Now what to do with you, you big lug..." "P...p...Please Don't leave me here to die..." The Orc was crying, which was quite the sight... "No I won't leave you to die... But you must promise not to harm us after we let you go and this promise must be binding...." "I promise with the very blood that pours from my veins!" "Okay!" Thoth's expression changed to that of a wide smile, "This may hurt a bit..." He smiled even more so and pulled a giant jar out of his pack full of a milky white liquid. "Wha... What is that!?" The Orc looked horrified. "It is a special salve my grandmother taught me to make, it has almost magical properties..." He smiled widely, "But, it hurts worse than getting stung by a bee the size of... well... you!" He chuckled. The Orc screamed like a little school girl as Thoth applied the salve but after a few minutes he was almost fully healed. Thoth pulled out a second smaller jar, "Here take this, and..." He went back into his sack and pulled out five berries, "And these." "What are these?" "Oh these are just berries that numb the pain." Thoth Laughed and then got up, "You will need to apply this five more times but you can walk just fine... Good day Orc!" And with that he walked off. 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?: "Hello sir, would you like help up?" Thoth extended his hand. "Why thank you young man..." The old man stands with the help of Thoth. Thoth bends down and picks up the Old Man's money and bag, "Oh darn, it looks to be teared." "That is oka-" The Old Man was cut off. "No, no this just simply won't do..." Thoth bends over and goes through his backpack and finds a needle and some thread. "No really it's okay..." "Posh..." Thoth waved his hand and started working on mending the tear. "What has gotten into this one?" The Old Man looks over at Sithis. "I have no idea... hey wait! You can see me!?" "Yea. Why?" "You are the first person besides him that can see me!" Sithis was ecstatic. "Really? Hmm so he is also a seer?" Thoth looked up, "Yea an inherited trait from my grandmother,she died a couple hundred years ago though... "Where did she live?" "A small shack about a hundred miles away from Malinor." "Was she by chance Ma'at the elder?" "Yea? Why? How do you know her name?" "We had a thing for a while... after her husband died..." "Creepy... well here is your bag and I will take this as a payment. He took out one Minas." "Thank you very much young man." "Your welcome," Thoth walked over to a tree and pulled off a branch, "Here is a walking stick, get to the nearest city soon so you can get a proper one." "Thank you very much it was nice to meet you and you to Sithis..." The old man walked off. Sithis looked at Thoth, "How did he know my name?" "No clue."

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Mshanks8202 How old are you?: 16 Time-Zone/Country of Residence:Pacific Standard Time, USA Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: I am an Honors English Student. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Not on any Minecraft servers but in other games yes. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Looked for a Minecraft RP Server. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/78751-d-mshanks8202s-app/ 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/! : Okay. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is the act of assuming another identity common to internet goers. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Using real life information in game like the name floating above someones head. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-Emoting is abusing the roleplaying system in a way not allowing them to react.. (i.e. Torgil steals Gore's amulet and then cuts off his head) In-Character Details Character Name: Thoth Quel'marow Character Race: Elf (Dark Elf) 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: Thoth was an only child born to Parents who were scholars. They devoted all their time to their research with his happiest memory of them being the time when they had finished their work and read him a bed time story. His Father was not very loving twords him feeling that he was useless since he wasn't interested in their research and shipped him off to live with his Grandmother visiting once a week, then a month, then a year, and then he never seen them again. Life with his grandmother was better, she provided the love and compassion that he needed and he soon he was prospering. His grandmother was quite the Mystic and delved in the arts of healing, Soothsaying, and Scrying teaching him the arts. One day his grandmother took him into Malinor for his birthday and gave him 100 Minas to spend, he walked for a while until he found a custom made bow crafted by am old wood elf man. He bought it and soon became very proficient in archery. Soon he was killing game and bringing it home for his grandmother to cook. His grandmother soon started to teach him how to cook, what herbs to pick, and where to find him. After a long while His grandmother became ill and he attempted to saver her through the arts she had taught him but alas it was to no avail and she soon passed. On his own he was very lonely and had no one else, he longed for that special someone with whom he could spend his life. On an outing to Malinor to buy some equipment he stopped at a tavern and met a very nice young High Elf bar-maiden. They hit it off and after three years got married and soon had little ones of their own. One day while he was out hunting he came across a group of mercenaries who were picking on a little wood elf. He walked up on them and asked what was going on, and it turned out that he had taken an apple from their camp. He offered to pay them for the apple but one of the mercenaries killed the little elf and then proceeded to advance on Thoth. He was shocked at their animosity and ran. They chased him to his home where he ran inside and hid his family. They lit his house on fire killing everyone inside except him... After this experience he grew bitter twords the world, he rebuilt his home and lived there in solitude with the only people he talked to being the spirits of his dead family who had become stuck in our plane. He soon became obsessed with finding the mercenaries that did that to his family so they could finally be at peace. He used his power to find them and under the cover of night he killed them all. The spirit of one of the mercenaries became bound to him though in his effort and was cursed to fallow him around until he himself died while Thoth was simultaneous Cursed to never be able to kill another human again unless it is in self-defense or he is defending someone else. When he came home he was able to free his family and lay them to rest. The spirit Sithis soon became his reluctant companion and started to help him in his endevours. After achieving his goals he soon found himself alone in this big world with his only friend being a ghost and soon became cold and somewhat cruel to other people speaking his mind at all times regardless of social protocol. What are your characters ambitions?: To achieve peace within himself and document the life of Sithis. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/646146/dark-elf/ Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: He is a tad bit on the crazy side. 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? Thoth sees the Dwarf and feels he should try and help the dwarf but seeing as to the fact he only uses bows which looks like something he doesn't have but decides to ask him anyways. Thoth: Hello Dwarf, do you have any handcrafted bows? Dwarf: Neh, I'm sorry but I'eh don't I'eh am a poor dwarve what de ye think I'd be sellin'? Thoth: Well aren't you a rude little one... What do you think Sithis? *Looks over into the thin air* Dwarf: Are ye all right lad? Thoth: Sithis says you are small and smell... *looks over again*... and that I wasn't supposed to say that... well good day. Dwarf: *Whispers to himself* I'eh think eh as a few screws loose in 'is head... 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? Thoth feels obligated to help but at the same time fears that he may have a repeat of what happened before with the mercenaries but decides to brave it anyways but is ready this time. Thoth: *Draws Bow* Stand away from the Dwarf, Orc! *Has flash back to Incident with mercenaries. Orc: Look Buddy I don't want any problems... Thoth: I said step away from him! *Palms become sweaty* Orc: Look I am sorry I'll leave... Thoth: *Arrow slips and plunges into the Orc's chest* Oh my God! Orc: *Screams* Dwarf: *Wide Eyed* Thank you! *Bows then runs away* Thoth: Hey come back here! *Runs to Orc* Orc: I... I... I am sorry. *Eyes roll into the back of his head* Thoth: *Slaps the Orc's face* Stay with me! Stay with me! * Rips arrow from the Orc's chest then applies pressure to his chest and chants words of healing* Orc: *Opens Eyes and starts breathing shallowly* Thank... you... Thoth: *Nurses the Orc back to health* Why were you cornering that Dwarf? Orc: I was hired to kill him by his Father-in-law... Thoth: Why? Orc: *Shrugs* I have no idea? *Stands up and bows and then walks away* Thank you! 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?: The old man reminds Thoth of his grandmother and he decides to help. Thoth: Allow me to help you... *Helps the man up then collects his money* Old Man: Thank you young man. Thoth: *Chuckles* I am not young but thank you I am probably older than you. Old Man: *Looks closer* Oh so you must be one of them Dark Elves! *Looks at him in aw* Thoth: What did you think I was? Old Man: Kids these days... I just figured you painted yourself I mean you look like you are in your late teens early twenties... Thoth: Why thank you sir. *Walks over to tree and pulls off branch* Here sir use this. Old Man: Why thank you I must be off. *Walks off Waiving*

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Mshanks8202 How old are you?: 16 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: USA, Pacific Standard Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: I am an Honors English Student. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: In other games yes, I have tried to find a good RP server for minecraft but none of the otheres know what the word role-playing means. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Looking for a RP server. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: None 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/! : Okay! Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is the act of assuming another identity common to internet goers. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Using real life information in game. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-Emoting is abusing the roleplaying system in a way not allowing them to react.. (i.e. Torgil steals Gore's amulet and then cuts off his head) In-Character Details Character Name: Thoth Quel'marow Character Race: Elf (Dark Elf) 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: Thoth was an only child born to Parents who were scholars. They devoted all their time to their research with his happiest memory of them being the time when they had finished their work and read him a bed time story. His Father was not very loving twords him feeling that he was useless since he wasn't interested in their research and shipped him off to live with his Grandmother visiting once a week, then a month, then a year, and then he never seen them again. Life with his grandmother was better, she provided the love and compassion that he needed and he soon he was prospering. His grandmother was quite the Mystic and delved in the arts of healing, Soothsaying, and Scrying teaching him the arts. One day his grandmother took him into Malinor for his birthday and gave him 100 Minas to spend, he walked for a while until he found a custom made bow crafted by am old wood elf man. He bought it and soon became very proficient in archery. Soon he was killing game and bringing it home for his grandmother to cook. His grandmother soon started to teach him how to cook, what herbs to pick, and where to find him. After a long while His grandmother became ill and he attempted to saver her through the arts she had taught him but alas it was to no avail and she soon passed. On his own he was very lonely and had no one else, he longed for that special someone with whom he could spend his life. On an outing to Malinor to buy some equipment he stopped at a tavern and met a very nice young High Elf bar-maiden. They hit it off and after three years got married and soon had little ones of their own. One day while he was out hunting he came across a group of mercenaries who were picking on a little wood elf. He walked up on them and asked what was going on, and it turned out that he had taken an apple from their camp. He offered to pay them for the apple but one of the mercenaries killed the little elf and then proceeded to advance on Thoth. He was shocked at their animosity and ran. They chased him to his home where he ran inside and hid his family. They lit his house on fire killing everyone inside except him... After this experience he grew bitter twords the world, he rebuilt his home and lived there in solitude with the only people he talked to being the spirits of his dead family who had become stuck in our plane. He soon became obsessed with finding the mercenaries that did that to his family so they could finally be at peace. He used his power to find them and under the cover of night he killed them all. The spirit of one of the mercenaries became bound to him though in his effort was cursed to fallow him around until he himself died. When he came home he was able to free his family and lay them to rest. The spirit Sithis soon became his reluctant companion and started to help him in his endevours. After achieving his goals he soon found himself alone in this big world with his only friend being a ghost and soon became cold and somewhat cruel to other people speaking his mind at all times regardless of social protocol. What are your characters ambitions?: To find his place in life. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/646146/dark-elf/ Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Even though he can be cold he truly does have good intentions. 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? Thoth sees the Dwarf and feels he should try and help the dwarf but seeing as to the fact he only uses bows which looks like something he doesn't have but decides to ask him anyways. Thoth: Hello Dwarf, do you have any handcrafted bows? Dwarf: Neh, I'm sorry but I'eh don't I'eh am a poor dwarve what de ye think I'd be sellin'? Thoth: Well aren't you a rude little one... What do you think Sithis? *Looks over into the thin air* Dwarf: Are ye all right lad? Thoth: Sithis says you are small and smell... *looks over again*... and that I wasn't supposed to say that... well good day. Dwarf: *Whispers to himself* I'eh think eh as a few screws loose in 'is head... 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? Thoth feels obligated to help but at the same time fears that he may have a repeat of what happened before with the mercenaries but decides to brave it anyways but is ready this time. Thoth: *Draws Bow* Stand away from the Dwarf, Orc! *Has flash back to Incident with mercenaries. Orc: Look Buddy I don't want any problems... Thoth: I said step away from him! *Palms become sweaty* Orc: Look I am sorry I'll leave... Thoth: *Arrow slips and plunges into the Orc's chest* Oh my God! Orc: *Screams* Dwarf: *Wide Eyed* Thank you! *Bows then runs away* Thoth: Hey come back here! *Runs to Orc* Orc: I... I... I am sorry. *Eyes roll into the back of his head* Thoth: *Slaps the Orc's face* Stay with me! Stay with me! * Rips arrow from the Orc's chest then applies pressure to his chest and chants words of healing* Orc: *Opens Eyes and starts breathing shallowly* Thank... you... Thoth: *Nurses the Orc back to health* Why were you cornering that Dwarf? Orc: I was hired to kill him by his Father-in-law... Thoth: Why? Orc: *Shrugs* I have no idea? *Stands up and bows and then walks away* Thank you! 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 defenseless man. What does your character do?: The old man reminds Thoth of his grandmother and he decides to help. Thoth: Allow me to help you... *Helps the man up then collects his money* Old Man: Thank you young man. Thoth: *Chuckles* I am not young but thank you I am probably older than you. Old Man: *Looks closer* Oh so you must be one of them Dark Elves! *Looks at him in aw* Thoth: What did you think I was? Old Man: Kids these days... I just figured you painted yourself I mean you look like you are in your late teens early twenties... Thoth: Why thank you sir. *Walks over to tree and pulls off branch* Here sir use this. Old Man: Why thank you I must be off. *Walks off Waiving*