Alacratha

* Alacratha passes by the posters, stopping, he walks back to it reading.* "Hm.. I know the Knights were trying to recruit me, but I know I can't really fight, Nor am I ready for the Military life." He thought to himself "I don't really have a courier pigeon, so I'll leave a note, I mean they could probably use my skills.. Even if I really don't want to do much Tailor work here.." He sighed and began writing on a parchment "To whom it may concern, my name is Alacratha Relaques Ifuthanus. I am not much of a Strong Man, Nor am I skilled with arts of Magic. I can not juggle, But I can be of some service with my skill set. I used to make clothes and other garments back on Asulon, Maybe I can be of assistance in some regard to your garments, whether it be to mend them, make new ones, or maybe I could do something besides tailor work, if you would have me do so. I will be checking this board regularly, please do send word. Thanks, ARI " *He posts the parchment and walks off.*

Well I hope I can help with whatever it is you need! And glad to find someone whom also knows them. Feel free to add me on skype sometime. I'm Alacratha there as well :3

Oh I see!...Well actually I don't. I'm quite confused and why are you eating peppers before bed!? D: Also, we should maybe do some art Collabs some time, I like doing weird art stuff like fancy photoshop stuff :3 http://the-white-shepard.deviantart.com/gallery/

Oh boy, you've found my old clips of Sounds haven't you?

Thanks! And.. Thanks again.. Not sure about the Goblin part though, I don't wana have big ears! Thanks! I'll have to see what I can do! although I can't say I'm in the server YET, still waiting on an approval, thought I'd be active here though! Hey thanks! glad to be here! :D I'm.. not quite sure how to respond to that since I was laughing halfway through the post. But I'm glad to have a warm welcome and thanks for the sort-of-critique in your post :3

Thanks! :D Don't have much floating out and about on the internet but, I do have my Soundcloud where I recorded a couple things.. I got a nice new Blue - Yeti Mic so I was excited to use it on something! xD Not sure if linking is allowed.. but this is it. https://soundcloud.com/john-dawson-14/sets/warframe-story-voices

Hello there! Alacratha here, my real name is John and I've recently applied here at LOTC. I've got a few friends here such as Majora, and DecoLamb I'm a small time Voice Actor, I work on computers, play games and Roleplay! I hope I can become a part of the community and see you in game! Or.. on the forums! Either or!

Minecraft Account Name: arrucard1 ( REALLY wanting to change this! can't stand numbers in my name. I'll probably end up just buying a whole new minecraft. ) How old are you?: 19 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: PST -8:00GMT Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yep! Or at least I think I do.. *Shrug* Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes, I have plenty of Roleplay experience! I've played in multiple games that had Roleplaying guilds ( T.E.R.A. , Mabinogi, Vindictus, SWTOR, Guildwars, WoW and a couple MC Servers. ) Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: *Reads them now* Yep! How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I actually heard about it in probably July of 2012, when a friend had come back to a game I used to play with them ( Mabinogi ) and told me of a Minecraft server they played on full of wonders and treasure. Well no treasure but lots of wonderful things! I didn't really focus on joining till honestly now. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: First! I hope it stays that way. Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraft...nique-gameplay/! : I will once I finish this! Edit: Posted there as of 22:03 01/15/2013 Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying, is like writing a book with someone else. Each person you meet is another chapter in each characters book. It also means you don't take things in real life and bring them into the book you are writing, it's called Roleplaying for a reason! ( Unless it's OOC obviously~! ) In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-Gaming, using outside information that would give you a advantage in game. ( One of my biggest pet peeves! ) In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting, this is where you make a emote and don't give the other player you are interacting with a chance to react. Which is unfair to the person you are attempting to RP with. In-Character Details Character Name: Alacratha Relaques Ifuthanus ( Most people call him by his initials, Ari or just call him Ala/Al ) 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: Appearance: Brown shaggy hair that goes past his ears. Blue eyes. Lanky, tall. 6'1" Very pale and has some scratches on his hands. Persona: Shy, but kind. Honest and honorable. Bio: Alacratha, was born and raised in the central area of Oren, he grew up with his mother, Aulana Feldra Relaques a Seamstress whom would often travel to the larger cities to sell her works. His Father was a hunter, Reldan Gathar Relaques whom died in a terrible hunting accident, where he ended up killing himself by his own arrow in a freak ricochet from a tree. No one is quite sure how this happened. But for most of his life, Alacratha lived with his mother living, to be blunt an.. "Average life". He traveled to the city, he made dresses, which he was often made fun of for. He never had much schooling due to the fact his mother couldn't afford it, He also never ended up becoming much of a hunter like his father. He stayed with his mother, Making dresses, Mending dresses, Selling Dresses and other Garments. That was his life.. Til one day, his mother began to grow ill and was no longer able to maintain her work. It was up to Alacratha to keep her business alive. and he did so for 4 long years he kept making dresses and bringing them over to the cities, even after his mothers passing he still kept the business alive. But the skies began to grow dark, the wind began to howl like packs of wolves, days went by like this and the humans began to board ships to leave Asulon. It was a curse the Dwarves said. Something about a cult destroying a beacon. Alacratha never understood why, but conditions were no longer safe to stay in Asulon so he left alongside everyone else. He left in the boats with so many others all saying the same thing to their home.. "Good bye" The boats arrived on the Isle of Elysium, a new home, for him. a Brand new place to start being more than a Tailor. No more he said. What are your characters ambitions?: To set out, and make a name for myself. To become more than a Tailor! Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: In game: PNG: Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Not much other than, He enjoys playing a Lyre, and writing stories. 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? Shouting of merchants, Footsteps of many, and the crying of animals. All of these sounds are all to familiar to Alacratha as he walks the streets once more of Arethor. He glances by the apple shop to have his gaze changed to that of a Dwarf, shouting out with a thick accent to all passerby's, but no one ends up stopping. The Dwarf sighs and sits down on a wicker basket, he grumbles as he fiddles with his thick beard and pulls out his pipe. Examining the Dwarfs shop, he realized he was selling clothes, but there was something wrong with them. He walked a little closer to the dwarfs shop and saw that the clothes were for that of well, a Dwarf. "You do know, that this is a human marketplace right?" Alacratha said, startling the Dwarf. "Of course, this is Arethor, why else would I come Ere'?" The Dwarf snorted "Ave' you come to buy somethin' or are you ere' just to make ridiculous comments?" "Well, I noticed you were selling clothing for a Dwarf, and not many Dwarves cross these parts. Don't you think your business might be a bit, well, unproductive?" Alacratha Replied. "'Ow' that I think of it.. You're right, I've yet to see a single Dwarf besides me self. But me brothers said they traveled here often! Striking it rich! I don't understand why.." The Dwarf sulked and puffed on his pipe. "Do you ever think that maybe they weren't selling Clothes? I come here often, and I've never seen a Dwarf selling clothes before, and in fact, I've never seen a Dwarf selling Dwarf clothing! So seeing as that is a lot of firsts.. Maybe you're making too big of a leap?" Alacratha began to set his pack down and pulled out some human garments. "Here sell these, I made them, It's not much but at least you won't be leaving empty handed. " The Dwarfs eyes lit up and quickly grabbed the garments. "Thanks! But.. Why? Why help me? You don't know me." The Dwarf said as he began to replace his stock with the ones Alacratha handed him. " I mean, I made all of these myself just like you!" "Because, not everything in life has to be difficult, you're just like me, you're just in the wrong place to make things easier. I'd suggest selling your stock at your homeland instead." Alacratha smiled and closed up his pack. 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? Alacratha looks toward the Dwarf and Orc. Things have always been hostile when it comes down to those two. Alacratha thought it was best not to intervene, best not to even go near those two if something gets nasty. He ends up heading back the path he came, to end up taking a longer way home. 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?: Alacratha stared at the coins scattered on the ground. His hands shook, he knew he needed that money, since his mother had passed. The man was defenseless, he couldn't stop him- But he shook his head and cleared the thought of it from his head, that was wrong, and it was not right of him to steal an old mans Minas. Alacratha went to the old mans side and assisted in helping him up. He then made sure the old man wasn't hurt and grabbed the old mans broken walking stick. It was broken in half, but it could be somewhat fixed, Alacratha put his pack down and pulled out some fabric and thread. He wrapped the fabric around the broken part of the walking stick and sewed the two pieces together. He did this six times to make sure the cane wouldn't bend. He put everything back into his pack, picked up the Old mans wallet putting his Minas back in. He handed both the wallet and Walking stick back over to the Old man, exchanging a few words of gratitude he helped the Old Man up and both of them carried on their route. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ( Hope I did all right! I also would like to donate if possible, I know how it is with some Minecraft servers and my friends say they love it here. Hope to be a part of the world too! )