Cahillguy

Imperial Citizenship Form 1.0.0 Name: Gerould Cahill Surname/House:(House) Valois Age: 24 Gender: Male Race: Human (Southeron) Citizen Ship Class (A or B): B Physical Description Height: 6'2" Weight: 137 lbs Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Dark Brown Skin Color/Shade: Lightly Tanned Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: Scar on the side of the right shin Personal Information Home Address (Leave blank if unknown): Nation of Residence (Choose one: Renatus, Salvus, Hanseti, Seventis): (Unknown for now) Profession/Occupation: Farmer Oath(s) of Loyalty For all classes of Citizenship (fill your name in the blanks): "I, Gerould Cahill, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Oren Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred should I violate the law."

[color="#006400"]MC Name:[/color] Cahillguy [color="#006400"]RP Name:[/color] Gerould Cahill [color="#006400"]Short Biography:[/color] Gerould Cahill was born in Ager, a small peasant village in the Holy Oren Empire. He and his family are all human Southerons, except for his mother’s father’s side, who were Northerners. His parents’ names were Vera and Hobbes Cahill, and his now-dead brother was called Walter. Gerould was born with blue eyes, dark hair and a tanned complexion. However, as he grew up in Arethor, his skin eventually lightened. He is now 24 years old, 6"2 tall and weighs 137 lbs. Gerould is naturally suspicious of everyone around him, but is extremely loyal to his friends and companions. However, this is also his weakness as he makes friends at a slower rate than others (unless they ‘bribe’ him) and makes more enemies than friends. Gerould, like most Southerons, is more brainy than brawny, and uses his intelligence to help himself or other people get out of trouble. He often doesn’t look for a fight, unless it’s just a sparring match or if he doesn’t have a choice (like if he or someone else is in danger). Today, Gerould has developed into an adept farmer and someone of above average intelligence. His intellect came from reading difficult books. During those his life, he has also been trained a little by his father in melee combat when he takes leave from the militia. [color="#006400"]Character Ambitions:[/color] Join the Holy Oren Empire and work his way up to a high rank; be loyal and helpful to said kingdom and the friends that he meets; help random people with good intentions (also to make money if he can); become more skilled at combat and farming. [color="#006400"]Why are you joining?:[/color] He believes he can help the Holy Oren Empire by joining House Valois. It is also so he can find a place to live, work and belong. [color="#006400"]What do you wish to achieve?[/color] As mentioned above (help the Holy Oren Empire, a sense of belonging, increase farming and mainly, combat skills, maybe a high rank, etc.) [color="#006400"]What is your profession?[/color] Farmer (but also wishes to become a Fighter) [color="#006400"]Valois Service Oath:[/color] I, Gerould Cahill, swear to abide by the rules and regulations of House Valois. By repeating this oath and signing this document, I understand that I am dedicated to serving under House Valois until the day that I am dismissed from my duties. I swear to respect all nobility that be in my presence, and to respect all serfs that be in my presence. Lastly, I swear to abide by the House Motto first said by Balian Guivret, “To act for others, to serve the empire.”

(Sorry if it looks ugly. I don't know how to change the white background.) Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Cahillguy How old are you?: Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes, I'm fluent in English. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes, I've played on another RP server (The Kingdom of Ravien) and a lot of RPGs (both in Minecraft and non-MC games). Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I searched "roleplay" on Minecraft 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.minecraft...nique-gameplay/! : Done. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is assuming the role of another character and acting like how they are supposed to act. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is using information you know OOC to unfairly benefit your IC person. An example: A: ((What is your character's weakness?)) B: ((A blow to the stomach.)) A: I will kill you! A: /* punches B in the stomach In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting (or power-gaming) is using godlike powers/emotes IC so that he/she dominates everyone else; power-emoting does not give another character to respond or retaliate. An example: A: /* creates Potion of Invulnerability Infinity out of thin air A: /* summons 10,000 nukes to this area, killing everyone here except myself because I'm invulnerable forever (However, it does not necessarily have to be godlike; it can just be unfair to other people.) In-Character Details Character Name: Gerould Cahill 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: Gerould Cahill’s Introduction Gerould Cahill was born in Ager, a small peasant village in the Holy Oren Empire. He and his family are all human Southerons, except for his mother’s father’s side, who were Northerners. His parents’ names were Vera and Hobbes Cahill, and his now-dead brother was called Walter. Gerould was born with blue eyes, dark hair and a tanned complexion. However, as he grew up in Arethor, his skin eventually lightened. He is now 24 years old, 6"2 tall and weighs 137 lbs. Gerould is naturally suspicious of everyone around him, but is extremely loyal to his friends. Because of this, he only has a few friends, but they’re very close to him. However, this is also his weakness as he makes friends at a slower rate than others (unless they ‘bribe’ him) and makes more enemies than friends. Gerould, like most Southerons, is more brainy than brawny, and uses his intelligence to help himself or other people get out of trouble. He often doesn’t look for a fight, unless it’s just a sparring match or if he doesn’t have a choice (like if he or someone else is in danger). Gerould’s Early Life Gerould and his family, like most of the others in Ager, worked on the farmlands every day. He began working at the age of 7, but it was mostly simple tasks like carrying produce back to their farmhouse or planting a few crops. When he wasn’t working he read books at home (albeit simple ones), or played with his older brother Walter, who was 3 years older than him. Walter was the troublemaker in his family, while Gerould was the quieter, shyer one. One day, Walter took it too far. He and Gerould were out at night, having nothing better to do (except for Gerould, who would much prefer to lie down and read). They were now 17 and 14. Walter chose to go near the pub, despite Gerould’s efforts to stop him. He followed helplessly, wondering what was going to happen. They saw the village drunkard hobble into an alley, and Walter decided to take his bottle of ale on the ledge just outside the pub. He took a big swig and offered some to his brother. Gerould protested that he was too young, and so was Walter. He snatched the bottle away from him and accidentally dropped it on the ground, smashing it and watched the ale from a puddle. "Jus’ what d’ye thik yer doin’, eh? Hic!" A mean voice sounded out behind them. The boys turned fearfully around, wondering who it could be. But Gerould knew in a second that it was the owner of the ale bottle. "So ye stol’ me drink, did ya? Think ye can git ‘way with dis, did ya?" The drunken man lunged at Walter, but he parried the attack with a hook to the head. At first Walter had the upper hand in the fight (he is, after all, still sober), but the drunk person grabbed a big shard of the broken bottle and, by chance, managed to stab Walter in his temple. He fell, with a wide eyed look on his face before resting in peace. All of this happened while Gerould just stood there, paralyzed by fear and uncertainty. This event would forever be imprinted in his memory. "G’wan! G’wan or I git ya too!" Gerould stared at the body, its blood mixing with the ale on the dirt. He continued staring for a few more seconds, and ran, ran for his life while glancing everywhere; now always wary of his surroundings. Gerould’s Late Life Once Gerould returned home without his brother, his parents immediately had a worried look on their faces. He explained what happened and none of them had the chance to grieve. Fearing for their lives, they packed up what little belongings they had, and spent what little money they had on transport to Arethor. As they were on the carriage, they were silent. They each shed tears at separate times for their loss of Walter, and slept after each fit of crying. However, Gerould made his major vow despite his sadness: He will always be observant, whether physically or mentally. He made a few more minor vows: He will read more sophisticated books. He will not forget his roots (where he came from, his life as a farmer etc.). Gerould, however, did not wish vengeance upon the drunkard; he is sure that he (the killer) is going to be punished for murder. He believes in law and order, just as the straightforward books told him to. When they entered Arethor, they thanked the carriage-driver and carried their luggage with them. It was just the beginning of afternoon, so their first thought was to look for jobs, and a place to stay in. As luck would have it, there was a knight calling out for able-bodied men to join the militia. "We’d like to join, sir," Hobbes (Gerould’s father) said to the knight. "We just arrived here, and we need jobs." "You, maybe. But not the boy. We may need all the help we can get, but it’s the law. Go to them to apply," the knight directed them, with a pointed finger. "But can’t he at least get a ‘prentishick, or whatever it’s called?" The knight laughed. "Apprenticeship? Ha! You look like simple farm folk, he cannot get one when there are far more… refined young gentlemen around here, even if it’s to fight. Now, leave me before I change my mind and say no." Hobbes scowled at this, and took his family near the long line of people waiting to be a part of the militia. "Alright, I’m gonna go apply now. Gerould, you’re old enough to work, so go find some. You take care of each other now." "But dad, what about what he said? How can I work here?" "You’ll find something. Go look for a home; I don’t care if it’s small. I’ll visit both of you when I can. I’ll give you the money I earn when I do." They kissed their goodbyes and Vera and Gerould went off to do as he asked. Gerould eventually had to just work on the farmlands outside Arethor, which he both welcomed and loathed, as it was a familiar and dirty job. He now did most of the work, with his mother helping him from time to time. 10 years later, Gerould has developed into an adept farmer and someone of above average intelligence. His intellect came from reading difficult books. During those 10 years, he has also been trained a little by his father in melee combat when he takes leave from the militia. Gerould also made a few close friends (within the decade) who were very trusting towards each other. Of course, his progression was not without hardships. Gerould had trouble at the start of reading harder books, but ultimately understood their words and meanings as the years passed. When Hobbes was sparring with him with swords, he cut him quite deeply on the side of his shin (except it didn’t hit the bone), and caused a scar there. And when Gerould was 18, one of his friends betrayed another by reporting him for a minor crime. The ‘friend’ soon became ashamed and hanged himself. With all of this, Gerould Cahill is looking for a new start. He left his parents, taking nothing with him but the knowledge of everything major that happened to him. Gerould is confident that he will survive and thrive in the world of Asulon, whether in a small way by being helpful to a few (of any race), or in a bigger way where he can help many. What are your characters ambitions?: ‘Join’ the Holy Oren Empire and work his way up to a high rank; be loyal and helpful to said kingdom and the friends that he meets; help random people with good intentions (also to make money if he can); become more skilled at combat and farming. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Sorry, I don't know how to do this. Here's a description: He has dark brown hair; slightly pale and dark skin (mixed); blue eyes; brown coat with blue shirt underneath (I think) and a white one below that; brown pants; and black shoes. Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: As mentioned before, Gerould’s skin has paled because his grandmother’s Northerner genes kicked in (especially with the weather of Arethor) even though he’s 3/4 Southeron. 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? (Note: This is separate from when Gerould first arrived here when he was 14.) I approach the dwarf cautiously, as I am always wary of those around me. I ask him what other things he is selling. "Here are some fine swords, lad. 20 Minas for one. I'm also selling some axes 30 each." "Your prices seem too steep," I declare. "Are you new here?" "Why yes, and I would appreciate it if you could help me take care of my family," As he spoke, I felt my pockets full of coins. I suppose I could spend a few. "I'm just trying to make a living, as no one trusts a dwarf here." I look around me. I see many other humans passing by, ignoring the dwarf's presence. "Okay, I'll take two swords. You seem trustworthy." /* hands dwarf 40 Minas "Thank you, kind human. You don't know how hard it is moving to a new place with unfriendly people everywhere." I walk away and carry on about my business. I think to myself, "Believe me, dwarf, I do." 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? Bloody orc. He has no right to just bully anyone smaller than him. I'll teach him a lesson. "Hey you! Pick on someone your own size!" I screamed at the orc. "Mind your own business! I can do whatever I want, puny human!" I was shocked to hear those sentences come out of the dwarf, instead of the orc. What the hell's going on here? "You see this little thing? He was insulting my kind. So I threatened to bash his skull in," the orc roared. "Well you said that I was too little to be useful around here! I suggest you back off and go back to hell, where you belong." The large, angry orc took out his mace, gave a blood-curdling cry and raised his mace. Before he could strike, the agile dwarf rolled next to the orc, kneed his leg and stuck his knife into the orc's hip. I know when to back out. I could fight them or yell at them to stop if I wanted to, but there's no use. I looked around me once again, and ran for it. I cursed myself later on for running in the wrong direction. When I returned to the place of the fight, they were gone. Hopefully there would be no more of this violent nonsense along the way, I thought to 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?: Looking around, I crouch down and help him pick up the money. He pockets them and says raspily, "Thank you for your help. Had it not been you who was with me, it would have surely been one of those bandits that usually walk here." "Bandits? I didn’t know that." His warning pushed me to glance around even more and in the future on this dark road. "I must reward you for your kindness. Here’s some Minas.” I always get whatever I can to survive in this world, as long as it’s obtained in a lawful way. So I thanked him back and took the money. I walked on, casting a few glimpses behind me to check if he was okay (and if there was anyone else behind me).