Out-Of-Character Details
Minecraft Account Name: vdeangelis22
How old are you?: 16
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST/US
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes, I've been apart of 3 Role-Play servers.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Through the MC Forums
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/! : Yes.
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Role-Playing is a way of taking a step out your own life and walking in the shoes of a fictional or non-fictional character.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-Gaming is using knowledge gained out of Role-Play and using it in Role-Play.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-Emoting, I presume is much like Power-Gaming, whereas Player A does or says something not giving Player B a reaction time.
In-Character Details
Character Name: Friagrin Tealeaf
Character Race: Human Male
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:
Friagrin Tealeaf, a name soon to be known to many. A middle-aged human aspiring to be a leader. Friagrin Tealeaf, a name known to many.
Childhood
Fallring and Rosie Tealeaf, a mid-thirties couple giving maturnity and paturnity to a boy. A boy who they named Friagrin Tealeaf. Little did they know what a successful man he will grow into. It was a sunny morning the day Freagrin was born, everything seemed do perfect. A baby boy the helper told Fallring and Rosie. They both cried with joy. The next two years consisted of Fallring telling little baby Friagrin tales of the land whilst he rocked the baby to sleep every night. The life of Fallring, Rosie and baby Friagrin was perfect and just.
Friagrin Tealeaf, now a toddler growing up fast has took after his father with dark brown hair and blue eyes. As a small boy Friagrin was always playing outside with the other toddlers. They would play all sorts of games and Friagrin would always take leadership. Friagrin was always the fastest, always the most light-hearten, forgiving kid in the city of Arethor. That's where he grew up. That's where he lived. That's where his father was a banker and store owner. Friagrin comes from some wealth and is able to get the best treatment through his toddler years.
When Friagrin Tealeaf turned 6 he started school like everyone else. Only he was better, in everything. He excelled in his Human History, Magic and all other areas of knowledge. When the other children were learning concepts Friagrin was onto bigger and better. When the other children were out playing, Friagrin was inside studying on how to farm and learning the Agriculture around him.
Friagrin Tealeaf's childhood is coming to an end when he turns 12. At this age his mother an faher would let him travel South to Ager, the peasant village. Only Friagrin sought them as friends and would help with farming, to learn more. And so comes to an end the long and well-spent childhood of Friagrin Tealeaf.
Teenage Years
Friagrin Tealeaf, a newly developed teen with far more larger ambitions than any of his other peers. Whilst Friagrin's friends dreamt of being Kings and leaders, Friagrin wanted it. He didn't dream of it. He didn't tell stories of how he reminisced on being a great King. He just did it. He took to the task at hand and took what he wanted. He learned and excelled in school to the point where he was done at the age of 13. Friagrin now needed something better to do.
Friagrin took it upon himself to go to the City Guard and ask for a favor. He told them about his past years as a child and how he excelled so greatly. Friagrin Tealeaf was asking for a type of training a training he could not get from a common-man, but only from a guard, a soldier, a knight. Friagrin wanted to be trained in the art of weaponry. The City Guard owned up and taught him what he seeked.
Friagrin trained for months on end until he perfected swordsmanship. Friagrin did not want to stop. He knew the basics and some amateur moves but he could barely hold his own in a fight. It turned out that what Friagrin wanted in life was not going to come. He knew he could never become a strong leader if he could not fight. Atlas fighting was not Friagrin's strong point at all. He denied and denied this shear fact that it was not in him to fight for 2 years until he just gave up.
In these 2 years Friagrin practiced and practiced but could not win. Fate made its choice and poor Friagrin cannot fight. All the time training and practicing gone to waste. If Friagrin could not fight he would not be worthy enough in his mind to be a King. His hope was lost. As a child Friagrin laughed at the other kids when they dreamed of being a king and he himself worked for it. But now all Friagrin dreamed of was being a king. His hard work his learning is all but a dream now. The thing Friagrin lived for was now all but a silly dead dream.
Adulthood
Friagrin Tealeaf, an aspiring handsome adult. With his father's brown hair and blue eyes and his mother's facial features. Friagrin's main outfit consisting of brown pants, a white shirt with red suspenders holding his pants up.
Friagrin Tealeaf, realizing his hope to be a King was all but that. Hope a mere dream. With a new new mindset and goals in his short living life he now aspires to be a successful merchant. A more realistic profession for him. Friagrin Tealeaf, aside from being a merchant, wishes to have his own farm and a family with a wife and 2 kids a boy and girl. As Friagrin's twenties roll by nothing much happens other than his father letting him work at the shop he owns. Nothing more happens, nothing less.
Friagrin Tealeaf, a name known by none. As he reaches his thirties in age a new adventure waits for him. This adventure will decide his fate. Will he go forward with his current aspirations or will he reach into his past and take on old ones and become a king? Only time will tell, in this story. The story of The Lord Of The Craft! Friagrin Tealeaf, a name known by none. Freagrin Tealeaf, a name known by many. Fate will decide our journey.
What are your characters ambitions?: He has 2 different ambitions as you just got done reading. His first and main ambition is to be a merchant and a farm owner. His second will have him take old paths and try and fulfill his personal destiny of becoming a great leader.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: No
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? I would buy something from the Dwarf out of pity and strike up a conversation with him.
Myself: Hello, My dwarven friend!
Dwarf: h-h-hello...
Myself: mighty fine shop you got here
Dwarf: ...
Myself: Can I take a look what you have for sale?
Dwarf: God bless you sir. Thank you.
Myself: So, what are you doing in Arethor?
Dwarf: I am looking for money. I have very little.
Myself: Yes, I see well can I help in any way?
Dwarf: If you wish Kind sir...
Myself: *raises voice in announcement* Attention! Attention passing people of Arethor, My dwarf friend has a shop here that sells the finest goods in all the land!
Dwarf: God Bless you sir, you are most kind
Myself: Take a little something extra for you *hands coins*
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 would dash over and survey the situation.
Myself: What is going here?!?
Orc: I cut ye throat maggot!
Myself: There is no need for a threat... Maybe we can resolve this?
Dwarf: I didn't mean to I swear!
Orc: Shut Up!
Myself: Okay. Okay. Everyone One at a time please. Orc! you first!
Orc: I be walkin' the other way 'nd ye dwarf here be runnin' into me!
Dwarf: I didn't mean to I'm sorry!
Orc: *draws sword and is ready to fight* I be killin' ye now!
Myself:*not being good with a sword but able to disarm someone draws sword*
Orc: *swing sword*
Myself:* push dwarf out of way and block and disarm orc*
Orc: What!?! How be ye doin' that
Myself: I am not one to kill. But if you do not listen and cooperate I will end your life!
Myself: I am telling you if you walk away I will not do anything but if you continue to fight I must defend myself.
Orc:*picks up sword and swings*
Myself:*ducks*
Dwarf:*as Friagrin ducks, stabs the orc with his axe in the gut*
Myself: NO!!!
Orc: Ye!! Be! Regrettin' dis' !!
Dwarf: Serves the creature right!
Myself: This was the only way *shakes dwarfs hand* Thank you for saving my life.
Dwarf: You were going to do the same.
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?: I rush over to the old man.
Myself: ARE YOU OKAY ?!?
Man: H-H-Help me
Myself: What happened?
Man: My walking stick broke. p-p-please get me my coin.
Myself: Your coin is fine I piled over there *points to pile next to him*
Man: T-t-thank you.
Myself: No thanks is needed Sir. Now lets get you up.
Man: Slowly!
Myself:*picks man up slowly*
Man: Arghhhh!
Myself: Are you okay to walk?
Man: I-I-I think. *takes step* AGHHHhHH!
Myself: Here, let me help. Where are you going.
Man: Just into Malinor, down the road.
Myself: I'll walk you there, The elves will take care of you.
*gets to malinor*
Man: Please take this. *tries to hand coin*
Myself: No! I refuse. It was my pleasure sir.
Man: God Bless you sir!
