Minecraft Account Name: darkynighty
How old are you?: 13
Time-Zone/Country of Residence: West Coast
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: I have played on some light roleplay servers but found it lacking in rp.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Through a video on Youtube.
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here:http://www.minecraft...nique-gameplay/! : Yes
Definitions
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: I think roleplaying is working with others to assume a fictional but realistic scenario to have fun.
In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: To “know” information that your character would otherwise not know and alsogives your character an advantage in a scenario.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Making an action that leaves the other role player with no options to make rp better. example: Eraad kicked the man in the shins and he doubled over. This makes it so the other player can’t react to your action and make the rp better for everyone.
In-Character Details
Character Name: Eraad Shiven
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: I was born and raised in a cottage in a forest . Life was dull for the most part except on the days we went to the city of Arethor. My father was a farmer and he taught me to farm but I never liked it. What I did enjoy was watching Terim, a market stall owner in the city, barter and sell his wares. The various kinds of people I met in the marketplace always incited curiosity in me. At around the age of 17 (at this time my father let me visit the village by myself) I returned to my cottage home from the city to find my father and mother were nowhere to be found. There was a hastily scrawled note saying that they had been taken by bandits and that they loved me. I vowed to find them, but I was no fool, I knew i had to make a living with my parents gone and my coming-of-age. I visited Terim and asked for him to apprentice me. He agreed and taught me his craft. I soon became his assistant and business partner. I traveled and found clients for him and that is when I arrived in Asulon.
Eraad is a middle height 22 year-old with a childish face. He is a traveling merchant and loves to chat with others just for fun and out of curiosity. He has knowledge on how to farm, bargain, basic swordplay from a class taken after his parent’s disappearances.
What are your characters ambitions?: To make enough money to hire detectives and mercenaries to find my parents.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:
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 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?
Eraad: Hello fellow merchant, may I see your wares?
Dwarf: Of course, I have many tools, small weapons and utensils.
Eraad:*gestures toward a short sword that is rusty and old* May I see that piece over there?
Dwarf:*hands Eraad the sword* Tis’ a bit rusty. How about I get the blacksmith to sharpen it for you?
Eraad: If you could do that I would be very grateful.
*Dwarf leaves to get the sword sharpened and Eraad waits patiently for his return*
Dwarf: Here ya go. *plops sword into Eraads hands*
Eraad: Thank you. Heres 100 minas plus 10 for your troubles. Why don’t we go to the tavern for a drink?
Dwarf: There is no need, really.
Eraad: I insist, my treat.
*we arrive at the tavern and I ordered two whiskey’s for the dwarf and I*
the dwarf excuses himself for a few moments when he sees an acquaintance and goes to greet them. I pick up his whiskey and put down a few gold coins under it. He returns and drinks his whiskey.
Eraad: I must go friend I have business elsewhere. I bade you good morrow.
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 observe the scene quietly from my location. I overhear their conversation.
Dwarf: You better get away from here or I’ll get my brethren to murder you.
Orc: Listen I just want my ring back ok. Its an heirloom and I misplaced it in the adorned chest I sold to you.
Dwarf: If you want it, your gonna have to take it from me!
*the orc grabs the dwarf and throws him onto the ground, meanwhile I’m watching it all unfold*
*the orc draws a dagger and prepares to stab*
Eraad: Stop! Stop! Do no harm to him, he is just being foolish, show your mercy orc. Take your ring and leave him be.
Orc: Why should I listen to you? This ain’t your business human.
*the dwarf drops everything and flees the scene, leaving behind the ring with the chest and 300 minas*
Eraad: See he gave it back, now return to your home and live in peace.
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?:
“Are you ok?” I ask the man. The jumble of coins litter the street and draw my eyes.
“Yes boy, I am. Could you help me get up?”
“Ok,” I reply. I bend down to lift the man up. I then bend back down to gather his coins. The gleam of them still catching my attention.
“Thank you for your kindness boy,” I pocket a few of the coins without the old man noticing and hand the rest back to him. I leave without another word.
I finger the new coins in my pocket, as my conscience gnaws at me, telling me to return them. I decide to buy a new cane for the man with twice as much coin as a took. Settling on a sturdy oakwood staff, I pay the merchant the required payment, 4 minas. I chance upon the man sitting at a bench, unable to get up. I wave at him.
“Greetings. Tis’ truly a coincidence that we meet again, I have bought you a staff made of fine oakwood.
“Why thanks you boy, you are truly a blessing from above,” praised the man. I started getting nervous, still guilty over the stolen coins.
“I have a confession to make, sir. I stole coins from you when I was helping you pick them up. Feeling bad I went to a shop and bought a staff for you. I hoping that you would forgive me.
“Ah. I know just how you feel. Believe it or not, I was once your age, full of freedom and always having my eyes set on the coin. I stole so much until one point they branded me a criminal name: The Swift Pocketeer,” The man laughed and wheezed a good while before continuing his tale. “So one day they caught me, the guards, the dragged me into the prison. Seems I had built up a respectable bounty for I was sentenced to about 40 years in jail. Being about your age, 20, That would have been most of my life, if not all. I remember this part quite clearly. It was the third day of my imprisonment and a man appeared next to the jail warden. I thought he was royalty of some sort and wanted me dead. Instead, he turned out to be a middle-class man who payed off my high bounty. He set me free. Before I could thanks him, he left and I never saw him again.”
Sorry about the bad format. I copied my first application and revised it and all the coloring was lost.
