Here goes. I corrected all of the problems pointed out and waited 24 hours... Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Arkionus How old are you?: 12 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST (GMT-5:00) / USA 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 played on a different minecraft roleplay server for about half a year until it went down. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I was looking for an elf skin and I found someone showing off their elf skin for this server. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/80137-arkionuss-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/! : I posted it there last time, I don't know how you missed it. I'll repost this version then. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Playing a select role in a select environment, sometimes with other people. The role you play differs from others' roles and has a great effect on the way you play the game. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Using real-life factors to affect your in-game decisions. It's bad. For example: Deciding to be an elf in-game solely based on the fact that you are vegetarian in real life. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: It's also bad: Using emotes (Like the /me command) to portray actions that affect others who cannot affect the actions being done. For example: Jack emoting "Jack asks John for some money, and John gives Jack some money" is power-emoting. John did not make the decision to give Jack some money, even though Jack emoted that happening. In-Character Details Character Name: Arkionus Terin (Nicknames include Ark and Arkion) Character Race: Wood 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: (The following is different from last time and written in first person.) I am Arkionus Terin and I am 127 years old. If you're a human, that may sound too old to be an adventurer. But if you're an elf like me, that may sound almost too young! I have cinnamon-brown colored skin and hair dyed light green, the same color as my eyes. I was born in a small village near the edge of a forest. At age 9 my father helped me craft my own berr; I spent every day afterwards perfecting my archery skills. At age 24 my father gave me his own berr, the one his father had used long ago in Aegis, and the one my father had used during his journey into Asulon as the world behind him crumbled. Soon after I reached age 27, my mother fell ill to an unknown disease, one that the village doctor had never seen and did not know how to cure. The good news were that the disease was not contagious or hereditary. The bad news were that my mother died the next year. My father was never the same again. Over the next 90 years until I turned 118 years old, my father taught me the ways of the forest, the art of survival, and a few things about alchemy. After he taught me everything he knew, he asked me: "Arkion... What do you want to be when you grow up?" "I want to travel to Normandor, and become a royal guard!" "You know what, son? Soon as you turn 125, you can do anything you like. A royal guard is a position to be proud of; If you do become one, I will have pride in you, son." And so, on my 125th birthday, the village had a celebration, and my father gave me one last gift before wishing me farewell. He gave me his book of adventures, where he'd written down a story of his life. I said goodbye and set off to Normandor, where I've been living for the past two years to the present day. What are your character's ambitions?: He wants to become a royal guard for the Holy Princedom of Malinor, or better yet go on an adventure. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Here's an imgur link http://imgur.com/EfV9JOK Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: He's daring and outgoing, though still wise as to who he would pick a fight with. 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 approach the dwarf. "Hello, dwarf!" I say, "What is it you're selling here?" "Oh, nothing of much interest to a wood-elf like you," The dwarf replies, "Pickaxes, torches, and some coal if you'd like." "Hmm. You're right, I donn't need any of that at the moment," I say. "But can you give me leads as to where I could find an elvish shopkeeper?" "Sure thing," the dwarf says disappointedly. "Just walk down there and take a left. Third stall on the right, can't miss it." "Thank you, good sir!" I reply, and toss him a Mina before continuing on my way. 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 yell, "Hey! You'd better not even touch that dwarf. Hurt him and you'll pay tenfold!" "A little elf? Hah! You are nothing but a puny threat!" The Orc retorts angrily, then punches the dwarf in the stomach. "Then I shall put you down!" I yell, unleashing my arrows with great accuracy before he can deal any more blows to the innocent dwarf. As the Orc writhes in pain, I yell to the dwarf, "Run!" before doing so myself. 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?: "What brings such an old man to the road?" I ask, as I help him get up and gather his Minas. "Here, have my walking stick. You need it more than I do." I say. He replies, "Thank you, kind wood-elf. I am heading to Normandor". I exclaim, "Why, so am I! Let me help you get there, as it is obvious you could use some aid."