Out-Of-Character Details
Minecraft Account Name: roblitz91
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: UTC -6:00 Central Time Zone United States
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Of course!
Have you had any previous experience in role-playing?: Yes, to an extent. I really enjoy rping so I'm trying to find really good RP servers.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I was scrolling through the Minecraft Forums server list
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: Yes
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of role-playing is: Acting as a character, usually from fantasy, outside of yourself
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: The use of knowledge a role-play character shouldn't have, usually used
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: The act of forcing a result on a player with or without their consent
In-Character Details
Character Name: Dante
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: Dante was a thin, black haired youth, with a slight build and average height. His hair was wavy, but not too long. He never knew his parents, as they were killed while he was at a young age, so he was sent to and orphanage. He felt a conviction that whatever killed his parents was a horrific, malevolent creature, so he decided to learn to fight, and he vowed to hunt down these types of creatures the best he could. He was trained by an old soldier, injured in battle, by the name of Daveth. He trained and trained, until one day. His friend and trainer set out to buy supplies from the nearest town, but he never returned. Stricken by grief, Dante ran away, living in the wilderness with the skills Daveth had taught him. Stumbling through the forests, he came upon the elves, who took him in and finished his training, albeit teaching him more about the bow than the sword. His drive for the justice of evil grew then, into a burning hatred after the death of his parents and long-time friend and trainer, Daveth. His name grew to become a terror in the criminal underworld, as he set out, almost mercilessly, to bring justice to all those evil, especially those he felt were responsible for Daveth and his parents death, continuing to the present, where he still actively hunts for the creatures he feels are responsible for all the death in his life.
What are your characters ambitions? To hunt down all evil creatures, especially Orcs and Goblins, which he feels a keen hatred for.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Skin_Image
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 role-play. 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? As I see the poor Dwarf struggling to make a life for himself in a new city, I think to myself that the city was once new to me too, and I feel pity for him. I sit there for a minute, waiting, when a human walks up to him as he is sitting on the street, and spits on the Dwarf. I immediately get up, and grab the human. I shake him a bit to get him scared, and I politely ask him to apologize to the dwarf. He, almost incoherent, mumbles out an apology, then he scrambles away from me into an alley. The Dwarf thanks me and tries to give me some of his meager supply of coins as a reward, but I turn him down, and instead give him most of whatever coins I had on me at the time. It was a way for him to start a life, instead of living in the gutters. He thanks me repeatedly, and praises my name. I tell him it wasn't necessary and I move on.
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? As I walk along the road, I notice a Dwarf, looking like he's about to come to blows with an Orc. Both of them have a hand tightly gripped to their weapons. I run over as fast as I can and stand beside the Dwarf, asking him what happened. The Dwarf quickly said that the Orc had tried to ambush him, but failed to surprise the Dwarf. They were standing off at a stalemate, neither of them attacking just yet before I intervened. I motioned towards the Dwarf and together we cut the Orc to ribbons, having surprised it. I think to myself, yet another one gone, but we are still fighting a losing battle against the evils of these creatures. I hand the Dwarf a couple coins and he hurriedly thanks me. I ask him where he's going, and I notice we are going in the same direction, so I offer to let him travel with me just in case. He readily agrees, and together we set 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 defenseless man. What does your character do?: It was my first trip to Malinor, not knowing where anything is. I see an old man, holding a frail walking stick, struggling to walk as his stick threatens to snap with every movement. I walk over to him to ask for directions, and to help him get to where he's going when suddenly his walking stick breaks and he falls to the ground. His purse falls with him, snapping open and spilling coins everywhere. I help him up, and give him my walking stick. He gasps at the mess, as thieves and commoners alike are starting to notice the coins spilled all over the road. I pull my sword out halfway, as to discourage robbers, and sending a message to everyone to look away. I gather all the coins and give them back to the old man. He tries to offer compensation, but I reject. I ask him where he's going, and I help him to his destination. I give him a bit of gold to buy a new walking stick, perhaps one made out of iron. I continue on my way, having received the directions to the tavern.
