Amicus Adrianne

Banned for Avatar.

Banned for reviewing my first application and being Lord of The Cupcakes.

I like the sound of A for a first letter. Something like Alseen, Alsun, etc. sounds good to me.

***EDIT 1: Posted it on Minecraft Forums. I forgot at first, and wanted to get it there before I got a pending application. *** Please note. This is my second application and is greatly improved from the first. I managed to fix every reason for denial, and rewrote EVERYTHING. I spent days writing a better bio. If you saw my first application, and now are reading this, once you finish reading this I'd love if you'd shoot me a PM telling me how much better I did and what I could improve on. If it's possible I'd love if Everblue could evaluate my app, obviously this is just a hope, if you're not everblue, don't worry! Carry on, app team, accept or deny me. Color code for better navigation: OOC Information: Regular Black Definitions: Blue IC Information: Purple Open Response Questions: Green Out-Of-Character Information Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate. Minecraft Account Name: Lil_Jonny_365 How old are you?: I am a mature 13 year old male. Time-Zone: I reside in the Eastern United States [EST] Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: I have read, I do understand, and I do agree to the set of rules. What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have been on a different (and much smaller) roleplaying server for about a year and 3 months. The name of it is Direworld if you would like to check it out. It has been very inactive recently, so I've been searching for a new server. How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: After searching for a new server, I gave up for a while. About a week ago, I searched again, and look who I found. Then I applied the first time, now I am applying a second time. Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/80388-fixed-code-amicus-adrianne-character-application-1st-time-wood-elf/#entry685360 Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Once I finish copying this down from my word document, I will head over there.d Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: I have read, and I have made use of the elven lore. Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing: Roleplaying is the art of getting away from your life, because it is usually quite stressful. So, where do you go to get away from your life? You do, in fact, go in to someone else’s life. This person I mentioned, you have created them, and you shaped and molded them with your bare hands, not caring that you got dirty. The person you make can be: Black, white, green, blue, tall, short, fat, skinny, smart, dumb, and anything else you could ever dream of thinking up in that tiny little machine, the brain, that barely fills this space we call the universe. This person does what IT wants to do, yet it is not living. You control him, but you are NOT him. He goes where he wants to go, but he can’t do it without you. Where this person dwells, it’s another huge universe! That universe is inside of our big universe! No matter if that universe is inside a 3 person chatroom, or a 1,000 player Roleplaying server on WoW. They can live from the Plains of Kalagdor, to the Sandy Shores of Kysar, to Middle Earth and Mordor, or to Aegis and Asulon. It doesn’t matter the circumstances, just that you aren’t yourself anymore. In short, roleplaying is just taking on the role of a character, and acting like them. It can be in drama class, or a minecraft server, doesn’t matter. Meta-gaming: Summarized: Meta gaming is using OOC knowledge while in character. This is cheating because your character is NOT you! (As previously stated above) Your character does not know about milkshakes (They don’t know what they’re missing!!!), or space ships, earth, computers, minecraft, pixels, anything here in OUR world. He only knows the beasts and plants of Asulon. (Unless he was unfortunate and spent his whole life in a dungeon from the time he was a baby. But…that would be very unfortunate, and who would RP as a guy who had no idea about anything?) Here are some examples: *Bob is being beaten in a backalley of Arethor, during the night. No guards are present* *Bob /tells Jason: Arethor, getting roughed up behind the tavern by *insert cliché name like XxShadowxKnightxX* and *again** *Jason /tells Bob Dang dude, be right over, I’ll grab a friend. We’ll act like we don’t know you’re there and then we’ll notice you. (Don’t worry, they’re just WANDERING THE FREAKING STREETS OF A LARGE HUMAN CITY AT NIGHT BUT WE’LL SPOT YOU BEING ROUGHED UP) Pretty lame, right? This is something in my experience I have seen happen fairly often. A couple times I’ve partaken in it, but after a while I realized this was in fact METAGAMING. Here we have another example: (NOW WITH LOTR NAMES! HOORAY!) *Legolas just built his secret hut for his potion experiments as his evil alchemist character* *Legolas /tells/skypes/texts Boromir: Hey dude, finished my alchemy shack, 102, 23, 45. Come check it out OOC sometime. P.S. watch out for Orcish armies firing heavy bows at your chest while you’re defending a tiny Halfling with a freaking ring that can rule the world. BUT NO PRESSURE ;)* *Boromir replies: No problem dude, be over sometime. I will watch out, no promises on beating them though. If I die will you slay a GIGANTIC FREAKING OLIPHANT (If you haven’t seen LotR (You better have) it’s a huge eliphant) FOR ME ;)!?* *Later that day Boromir goes and tells the guards that he has the location of an evil alchemist’s base of operations* Oh Boromir, you’ll get banned at that rate, your character doesn’t know about the location… Power-emoting: Powergaming is allowing yourself to win no matter what. Examples will do greater good to show what this means. Powergaming is forcing RP acts upon players, without a chance for them to block, counter, or dodge, or even respond. This can either be through just a conversation, or a battle. Examples: (MORE LOTR NAMES!) Sauron_The_Great: Hey Gandalf can I borrow some money? *Gandalf gives him some minas* Gandalf_The_White: ((Seriously Sauron? I didn’t give you any minas… Even if Sauron with his ring had the power to rule all of Middle Earth, he still can’t give money to himself like that. He lost a gold star from that. What a shame, see, powergaming isn’t worth it. Another Example: (LotR Names…again.) *Frodo, and Gollum are fighting over the ring like little girls in the Misty Mountains* Frodo_The_Halfling: *slicing open Gollum’s neck with this weird glowing blue sword I got from an old dude and taking the ring* Gollum__XxPrecioussssxX: ((That powergaming made me want to jump into Mt. Doom master… you’re a disgrace to Precious. Even if Frodo succeeded in what Isildor failed to do, he can’t make someone’s neck cut open without their permission. Now let’s play spot the error!(Normal Names Now) *Faendel fires an arrow at the charging orc, aiming for the weak point on the charging Orc’s pauldron* *Malrog bashes the arrow aside, then slices open the tiny elf’s neck* Did you find it? Faendel shot a perfectly good arrow, not saying it hit, but saying where he aimed on the Orc, so the Orc would know how to counter it. The orc did counter right, but he still powergamed by slicing the elf’s neck open. Simply by adding attempts to most attacks and where they aim can fix many fights. Finally, I will now give you a good example of an RP fight. Arceus_The_Huntress: *from a hidden point in a low tree, she fires a silent arrow at the impending danger, a human bandit, clearly looking for someone to attack* Cain_The_Wanted: *The arrow is unlucky and hits a heavily layered armored pauldron, rendering the shot useless, only making him stumble and leaving hopeful sound trail of where he heard the arrow coming from* This is good. Arceus did not force where the arrow hit even if it did hit. And Cain didn’t know exactly where the arrow had come from, but he had a direction. He does not know where the arrow was shot from(Just its direction), because with the skill of that wood elf, she could be anywhere from 2 yards to 150 yards. In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Amicus Adrianne Current Age: 41 Sub-race (if any): Wood Elf Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): In the world of Asulon, in the depths of Malinor, hidden in The Elder Tree City of Normandor, there existed one body. Physically it was two bodies, but the two beautiful creatures might have well been one. These two were a middle class couple, living happy and healthy. Their abode swung and swayed as it hung hundreds of feet above the water, but it wouldn’t break any time soon. They admired the Great Elf Bravepaw, who created their home, who knew how to escape the unrelenting clutches of the void itself. Their names were Ita-istar and Taur’ohtar. The two’s cypress wood hanging house was an architectural wonder, just like the rest of Normandor. It was small, but functional. They created this when they were 63, a fairly young couple. And they got it for a good price, too.Ita-istar was an illusionist, practicing illusion magic and studying it. Taur’ohtar was a ranger, she would often go hunting and tracking. On one cool Sabet morning, Ita-istar and Taur’ohtar were getting ready for their day. As they were getting dressed Ita-istar’s face flushed. “What is it, love?”, worried Taur’ohtar. It took Ita-istar minutes to reply, but Taur’ohtar patiently waited. “Your stomach, it’s out, you’re pregnant.” Taur’ohtar looked down and then walked over to Ita-istar and sat by him, “My love, don’t be sad, worried, or scared. We’ll do this together, and we won’t give it up. That’s not like us.” Ita’istar kissed her cheek, “You’re right, we will take responsibility of this child.” They continued their day with the matter settled. The swaying ornament swung like any other day, but on the 27th day of The Snow’s Maiden, Taur’ohtar brought fourth a green eyed male elf. That snowy seed, the boy always smiled. His name was Amicus. In the human tongue, it simply meant ‘Friend’. He was a clever child, always sneaking off in his youth. His parents were much too wise to let him sneak around for more than half of a day. Yet time and time again, he snuck out. His parents simply smiled at this curious child’s habits. He was 13 and he continued to sneak out. His parents always thought he wanted to roam the city, and that’s why he snuck out. Secretly at least once every week, most commonly on Sabet, Amicus snuck off to a beautiful young wood elf that he often crossed paths with in stores. Her name was Vallei’Leyun (Used one of the guides on the forums for elven names). The two Wood Elves were only born 2 seeds apart. Amicus was the younger of the two. They always met on a specific branch in the Elder Tree, and would just talk, about literally anything. They could talk about their family life, what they loved, what they hated, what they wished, what they had. The two were in love. (in love for 13-14 year olds) Vallei loved his height, his brown hair, and those pale green eyes. Amicus adored her beauty, and her piercing silver eyes. One night Ita-istar stayed up late for his work, and caught Amicus sneaking out. He followed him silently, his feet making no noise on the sturdy paths of the tree. When he saw Amicus meet with Vallei, Amicus knelt down on one knee, took Vallei’s hand, and pressed his lips on it, his heart melted. His son was everything he had hoped for. What he had hoped for was that he would respect females, and see them as beautiful things in this world. As Ita-istar walked back on a branch to their home, he looked up, and saw the two up on that branch, looking at the stars. That night Amicus didn’t come back, up there they fell asleep, hand in hand, awed by the beauty of those stars. Amicus’ father told his mother and she smiled with pride. For 9 years Amicus had been sneaking out, thinking his parents didn’t know about his secret. But on the 14th day that the Sun was smiling, Amicus and Vallei were ripped apart by fate. On one of those special nights, they looked at eachother and nothing felt special, an unknown force broke their connection. They got up and both said to eachother, “Van’ayla. It was good while it lasted.” They both had wisdom, even if they were only 19, they were able to accept that fate sealed this, and they moved on with minimal heartbreak. After that incident Amicus began training in weaponry, kick-started in archery as a child by his father. He went to the armory, and a berr shone bright like the light of the Elder Seed in his eyes. He approached the clerk, pointed to the berr, asking how much. The clerk looked up, “Ah, a beauty that one is. I can take 600 minas, and that’s a bargain. Handcrafted by one of the great bowyers of Normandor. It is made from a large maple sapling, and backed with bamboo.” Amicus cringed slightly at the word beauty, (LEYUN IS THE END HALF OF VALLEI’S NAME. LEYUN MEANS BEAUTY) but pulled out his whole coin purse and counted his savings that he had earned from his whole life. He counted 625. “The bow would last him a lifetime”, he thought as he handed over 600 minas. Daily he trained with the berr, becoming a good shot with it. At the age of 20 he began learning the trade of being a hunter. He was an apprentice to an inept hunter, who taught him all his knowledge. After Amicus had learned to hunt swift and silent, the man, Proventus, taught him how to sell the meat and live off of that money. Only after all of that teaching, which took about one season, was he allowed to hunt for real. Proventus had to take him the first many times, to make sure he prayed to the one Creator thanking him for the blessing of animals, after he took one down. They hunted together for 2 seasons, overall his apprenticeship occupied a little less than 3 seasons. When Amicus was 28 years of age, he hunted on his own, and boy he was good. He opened up shop in Normandor, and since Proventus was well into his years, he retired, leaving Amicus to be the popular meat shop, also selling arrows, and a few berrs. A warm Kamees in the Second Seed, Amicus was cleaning an arrow behind his desk from a recent hunt, splattering a little blood on his business ledger, “Woops”. He took the pipe out of his mouth and blew a smoke ring into the ceiling and watched as it just broke into two smaller ones. He’d been practicing that for about 10 minutes. He had gotten quite good at it. A kind feminine voice spoke softly, “That was a good one, Amicus.” Amicus looked up, “Indeed,” he was staring into the beautiful face of Vallei’Leyun, who had been standing there the whole time he started practicing the rings. Memories came back, that he had almost forgotten. Vallei had also become a hunter, as indicated by her quiver full of arrows. She walked into his office in a small backroom, and sat in the chair in front of his desk. Amicus was still curiously watching, “Speak, friend,” Vallei smiled warmly, “I confess, you are the better hunter, and if I open up shop, I will not have many customers, and I will become low. The only way I’ll make a living from this is if we do this shop together.” Amicus raised his brow in surprise, “Well…*Long Silence*…I suppose I’ve needed someone else here, gets lonely, very well. But we still have no courtship. Welcome to the shop.” 4 seasons passed and they were still running that shop. At 38 Amicus brought Vallei into the office and spoke, “It’s time I leave this city and experience the world for everything it has. You now get to have all the profits of this shop. You run it, you do whatever it is you want to do with this place. It was great having a business partner. Van’ayla, you beautiful mali.” “Van’ayla,” Vallei softly spoke. She kissed him on the cheek and told him, “I’ll take care of the place.” With that he took his already packed things, and ventured into the wilds. For a whole Fortday Amicus walked through the wilds, hunting as he went. He discovered a clearing in the dense wilds, and set up a sleeping position in a tree. During the night he awoke to a slight shaking in the tree. He wasn’t the only thing in this tree, more importantly he wasn’t the only one in this tree. He saw a concealed figure in the tree, that didn’t seem to notice him. He silently stood and whispered through the wind to him, “Peace, friend.” The hooded man turned, and Amicus noticed the marking of a Ranger of the Forest on his neck, “Citizen, I don’t trust just anyone in these wilds *pulling out a shortsword*, but you seem remarkably sincere, and without fear, by my eyes and your circumstances, I’d assume you were sleeping in this tree. *Putting away the sword and extending his hand* I’m Gideon Marsh. (Since this was on their guild page I figured it would be okay to use his name, if not just *insert ranger name*). I am a ran-“ Amicus interrupted him, “Ranger of the Forest, yes I know, I saw your mark.” Gideon smirked, “Clever man, no ordinary citizen would notice such a small detail. Now I would advise you to carry on sleeping or leave the area. We have a line of scouts following a group of bandits on their way to the Oren roads. And I don’t believe I caught your name?” Amicus smirked, “I am Amicus, Hunter of Normandor. Now, do you know these bandits are a danger? I’d be willing to test how clever they are.” Gideon frowned, “We can’t ask citizens to put their neck out like that. But if you really are interested, they should come through this clearing in an hour.” Amicus solemly replied, “I’m no citizen. I’ll be waiting for them, but I assume you and other rangers will be watching this clearing anyway if something were to happen.” Gideon nodded and then melted into the tree. Amicus went to the middle of the clearing, started a fire, and began to make a shelter, something any unwise person would do in the wilds. Bandit-bait, is what he was imitating. By the time the bandits came into the clearing, Amicus’ mock camp was set. As he looked in the trees, his eyes had been trained for rangers after seeing the first one, he saw their glimmering eyes in the firelight around the clearing, he counted 10 but he knew there existed more, the more skilled in concealment were not seen by Amicus. The bandits came into the clearing and seeing the small-framed elf, the leader pointed, “Easy kill boys, take him.” Amicus stood with a surprised face and analyzed the group silently. He counted 3 orcs, and 2 humans, they all wore animal hides as armor. Amicus took all of his weapons off of him so he ran to the edge of the clearing and began to clamber up a tree like an amateur. The orcs were unable to climb the tree, and the humans weren’t going to risk falling back down. Amicus leaped out of the tree, and began running across the clearing again, this time tripping on purpose. The group of 4 bandits made a wide circle around him as the leader slowly advanced. Amicus stood up, and threw the biggest rock he could find at the leader, but this was a very small rock. The orc roared with laughter as it harmlessly bounced off of him. Amicus still hadn’t determined how proficient these bandits were, so he let the leader take a swing with his large battleaxe. Amicus easily ducked under, he observed an awful form, and a slow swing. As the orc took another swing the axe was knocked out of the orc’s hand after an arrow hit the orc’s hand. Amicus gained his former posture, sprinted to his weapons, grabbed his berr and nocked an arrow as he heard arrows all around the clearing nock on strings. The orc was enraged at the arrow and let out a blood-curdling yell. Amicus drew back the bow and aimed it at the leader, “You’re not making it to the Oren Road so soon.” Amicus heard a whistle from the ring of the clearing and Gideon was calling him to the line of rangers that had formed at the edge of the clearing. All of them had their bows drawn. One of the orcs looked at Amicus and grunted, “Why would you back to the edge when you have no one to protect you?” The bandits were unable to see the rangers, for they blended in so well. Amicus simply asserted, “One man at the edge of a clearing can’t shoot all these arrows.” The orc cocked its head, “Arrows? What arro-“ All of the rangers and Amicus simultaneously released their arrow, each bandit having 3 arrows in it, except the leader, with 4, one extra from Amicus. They all fell to the ground dead. The rangers silently disappeared into the wilds, except Gideon, who spoke to Amicus, “Friend, that was some nice work. You helped to saved many people on the Oren road tonight, go in peace.” He too, disappeared into the wilds without a trace. On Red Rose Day, Amicus had figured out where it was happening at his common visits to Arethor, and went to the location of the festival (I understand Red Rose Day is not in a specific place, but I would like to think that there has to be some place where they celebrate it in big numbers where everybody can see your special person. On its page it does not specify where well.). Amicus knew why he wanted to go, and on his way there, he picked a beautiful rose, and carried it. When he got there he saw the festival in a clearing, and as suspected, he spotted a tree with a figure in it. Amicus approached the tree in a hooded cloak, holding the rose up to the figure. Who took it, and jumped down looking at the back of the cloak. “Amicus, I knew it was you,” Vallei remarked. Amicus turned and laughed, “Why do you have to make such snide remarks Vallei, just because we had young love but nothing now doesn’t mean you’re not important to me. I mean come on! You helped me make my living! It doesn’t mean you’re my beloved, it just means you mean something to me. Van’ayla, Vallei” “Van’ayla Amicus.” Amicus was 40 years of age on that Red Rose Day. Amicus is now 41 and now has a longing to begin a life with a woman, and live somewhere other than the wilds. Ambitions for the Future: Amicus’ambitions are to stay an independent man(independent doesn’t mean he doesn’t like women, it means he wants to depend on himself alone. Himself would include his lady friend, because when people are in courtship or married, they are practically one.), find a woman to love, establish a life that is not in a big city, keep his roots in Malinor with his family, and visit his family and brother at least yearly. He wants to do good in the world but does not enjoy recognition for good deeds. Personality: Amicus is a kind hearted elf. Although his attire seems to show otherwise, he has a good heart and wants the best. He always tries to keep peace, but when there's an aggressor there's no time to 'talk it out'. He's a mellow guy, serious when he needs to be. Occasionally he makes humorous remarks, but he's not a comedian. He always tries to be friendly when he first meets someone, in case they're going through something and they're sad. So essentially: Lawful Good Skills: Amicus is a proficient hunter, practicing by actually hunting, or just setting up targets, he prefers a recurve berr that he bought in his young days. He also has his eyes trained from living in the wild for a season or two. In his days in the wild he taught himself his own fighting style with a hunting knife. This is so that if he was unlucky enough to not get his bow out, he had at least some alternative. If there were stats, they would go something like this:(Out of 20) Archery: 18 (Hunting Training and His Father taught him a little) Hunting Knife: 12 (Years in the Wild) Agility: 20 (Wood Elves are Very Agile as said on many of the elven pages) Stealth: 18 (Hunting Training) Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Back View: Front View: Height: 6’1” Weight: 140 pounds (he is thin, not skinny, with toned, not bulk muscles) Hair: Silk Brunette Hair down to his collar Eyes: Pale green eyes that seem to look farther than the heavens themselves Skin: His skin is a dark caramel color Ears: They are about 1.5 inches taller than average human ears. AND OF COURSE THEY ARE POINTY. Commonly wears a dark green cloak and a tan tunic under it. He wears thin leather pauldrons and that's his only armor, other than fingerless gloves and boots (Both Leather) Any other details you wish to share about your character: This is the same name and race of my character on the previously mentioned Dire World Server. I massively tweaked pretty much everything. If you'd like to see that character's bio I can Pm you the link. Open-Response-Questions Each question in this section must be answered with a minimum of one paragraph which must describe the event in full. Please be as descriptive as possible and do not break character or lore at any point. ____ 1. As you walk through the deep forests you hear the sound of whispering and snickering. Upon inspection you realize that a group of High Elves are mocking a small Wood Elf child. How do you react? Answer: *As I enter into the province of Malinor I see a group of High Elves mocking a Wood Elf Child for trying to climb a large tree that is much too large for his size* *I approach the group of High Elves, immediately trying to speak first, to gain the jump in a possible debate* "Friends, is he not your brother as much as I am? We are all elves in our homeland, treat them with respect. You don't see humans making fun of halflings for not living in two story houses do you? We are the oldest and wisest of the race, shouldn't we start acting like it?" *The High Elves stare blankly at me, feeling beaten* "Wood Elf. You are wise although you look young. Continue in that." *The group proceeds to stop mocking the child and walk away* *The small child yells a quick thanks to me, and then tries climbing the tree, which he succeeds without the mocking of the group* I speak to him while I have the chance, "Child...if you can be anything...never be anything like that. It is not necessary, even if it has happened to you. 2. Whilst wandering through the Elven forests you come across a frail old man with a walking stick. He collapses in front of you, falling to the ground with a sharp thud. Out of his pocket falls a small pouch of gold coins, which hits the ground and splits open spreading coins across the pathway. The man lies there, defenseless - what do you do? Answer: *I am walking to Malinor, through the forest, and then I see an elderly human, with a creaking walking stick, the man falls to the ground. As the man falls a bag of minas spills quickly onto the ground.* *I’d run up to the spilled minas, and I’d fill it in a new burlap sack that I had on me. I set this at the man’s hand, then run off to the woods to find a new and more able walking stick.* *The elderly man manages to get on his hands and knees, and secure the new bag of minas. He doesn't trust the old creaky stick anymore* “Oh come on, there’s got to be a hardy sapling around here, these are the forests close to Malinor!” *I speak to my self as I set my eyes upon a hardy sapling. I pull it out of the ground and take out any knots and twigs on it, and wrapping the last of my leather as a handle on it. I sprint back to the road* *The man is leaning against a tree, clutching onto it to keep himself from falling down, ignoring the walking stick on the ground* “Oh…thank goodness, I thought you’d left me without a new walking stick! That's what made me fall!” *I kneel offering it to him* “Thank you, elf. I can’t walk without it. This sure is a beauty.* I speak back to him, “Indeed, was lucky enough to find it in some brush about 50 yards from here. Stay safe on your travels.” *The man briefly nods as I continue on the trail back to Malinor* 3. Whilst traversing the Elven Woodlands, you come across a small clearing in which a colored carriage sits. A trader stands outside of it and calls you over, telling you of his wares. He points out that his carriage sells just about everything, and that he's willing for you to haggle for a price. What does your character do? (Please include:- item, haggling for prices and the discussion involved). Answer: *I jog over, arrows seated in my quiver.* Trader: *A male human smiles wide* "Finally someone comes across this clearing! It seems that this path has been widely avoided recently! But I will worry no more, for at least one person has come, leading me to believe there has got to be more people coming eventually. As I was saying, I have many things, many things, clothes, armor, bindings, hammers, bellows, leather, feathers, and eve-*Amicus Interrupts him* "Feathers? I need some replacements, let me see them?" Trader: "Sure thing, I'll just need to go get them" *Goes and rummages through the back of the carriage* *I open the small pack that I keep feathers in, and there is one feather* Trader: *He comes out with a small sack and opens it showing it to me* *I reach inside pulling out a handful. Success. Every one of them is black and white* "So how much for each" Trader: "It is 30 minas for 50 feathers" *I put on a thoughtful expression, then begins the reverse-lowballing process* "How about 5 minas for 50?" Trader: *Smiles* "How about no?" *I silently smile in my thoughts. Now to get a halfway deal* "I think we can meet halfway. Let's go 20. Last offer." Trader: "Deal. 20 minas." *Hands over the sack with 50 black and white feathers in it* *I smile counting out and handing him 21 minas and emptying the sack of feathers into my pack* "Have a great day. I'll be back sometime. *Walks out of the clearing happy with the deal he managed to take* Trader: *Waves* Please come back! **A note on lowballing. Lowballing is originally when you're the seller. You offer a low price, and then raise it. The person has already committed to wanting the item at a low price so they buy it. Reversing it is when you are buying something, you want something for a low price you know they won't give you, and then you raise it in between, the low price makes it seem better. **If you liked it I'd love if you'd shoot me a PM!

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name:Lil_Jonny_365 How old are you?: I am 13 years old, now before you go stereotyping, I am a very mature 13 year old. I'm not like "Oh man Nicki Minaj so cool" I in fact hate today's music. I hope you understand what I'm trying to say, because I get a lot of stereotyping when I tell people I'm 13. Usually Roleplaying communities understand it better, the fact that all kids aren't stupid. Time-Zone/Country of Residence: I reside in the United States, Eastern Time Zone Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: No, I only speak Arabian. Of course I am joking. I have an A in Language class. I do well on most writing assignments, although commas are usually my bane. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Indeed. A different roleplaying server by the name of Dire World. Recently they have been inactive, I've been looking for a new place to chill. If I am accepted I will probably be on about an hour at least each week. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes sir/ma'am How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: Googling and looking for roleplaying servers Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: Never applied before. 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/! : No I have not, but I'll do that now! Okay it's set up. Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is when you assume a role of a specific character, and go into a virtual world. You act like this character would act, think like this character would think, and (<---OXFORD COMMA<---) talk like this character would talk. Essentially you leave your life and go into a new one. This can be done through games, skype, messaging boards, it doesn't have to be in a 3D space like minecraft, it can be just through text. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is when OOC you know something your character doesn't know, but you choose to let your character know too. For example: if this guy named Bob is walking around the world and sees in Global chat (That is, of course if LotC runs on the local/global chat system) "Haha just assassinated King _____" Bob doesn't know, only Joe does. Joe is the guy on his computer, Bob is the man walking around Asulon. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: I have never heard the term power-emoting. BUT. I would guess this is the same as power gaming. I don't want to look up power-emoting because that would be cheating. Power gaming [emoting] is when you force acts upon others without waiting for their okay. For example: Magic User vs. Sword Weilding Barbarian MU: *Muttering an Incantation as a fireball spews from his staff, scorching the Barbarian's face off as he throws a dagger into the swordmaster's eye, killing him* Of course no one would powergame that hard. But the point is, Magic User forced the fireball in his face, not allowing Player 2 to block it or dodge it. The same goes for the dagger, and the killing. You can't just say someone else is dead! In-Character Details Character Name: Amicus Adrianne Character Race: Elf (Subtype 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: Ita'istar and Taur'ohtar were a happily married couple, living in the "Big Elven City" as the humans refer to it as. They prospered as they lived in a very Proud looking cottage. One day the couple woke to see Taur'ohtar had a protruding stomach. This of course meant that she was with child. The couple, being into their 400s, (Though by human standards, they looked like they were in their 30s) were not expecting a child. In the first months of pregnancy, they wondered whether they would give the baby to an orphanage. Taur'ohtar, a valiant woman, passionate about anything that she liked, vowed to not give it up. (+1 for avoiding that old orphan cliche!) Ita-istar knew better than to argue with that fiery woman, so he agreed to give it his best, and pour into the child. In the 9th month of Taur-ohtar's pregnancy, she brought forth a child, a baby boy. The day (If we go by today's month's names) the child was born, to be specific, was November the 12. ((11/12/11 is actually when I began my roleplaying career. I was accepted to the Dire World server I mentioned earlier. I always like intertwining real things to stories subtlety.)) As the boy grew slowly each day, he always seemed to have a smile on his face. The couple named him 'Amicus'. Amicus means 'friend' in elvish (elven if it's the skyrim possessive)(Amicus really means friend in latin, but I read something about online translators you said working for Elven speech, I figured this would work) The child always had a fancy for animals, knowing they were his friends, but also knowing some were necessary to kill for survival. He had 'Hunter's Blood'. A natural 6th sense, that gave him the senses of a trained hunter. (A fancy way of saying he has tuned hearing, sharp eyesight, and quick instincts) His father always smiled on him, even when he was angry with him. He taught him moral values, and elven values. He knew it was necessary to teach Amicus some form of combat, but not too young. The father needed to know he would use skills for the better, because with a long life if you do bad things, you will plague the land for a long time. When Ita-istar took Amicus to an armory with all kinds of different weapons, the 14 year old child's pale green eyes were fixed on one certain bow during the whole tour. He paid no attention to any other weapons, he had made up his mind from the time he walked in. The bendable stick the boy had his eyes on was a beautiful bow, made from a malleable maple wood, backed with bamboo. It was a sort of recurve (If you don't know what this is, when the bow is strung, the tips face away from you, the limbs curve towards you, and then RECURVE away from you.) There were markings on the stick, they said "Peace, until there exists an aggressor." Ita-istar knew at the end of their tour what Amicus had wanted. It took them 2 hours for the smith to show them all the weapons, as there were many to show. Amicus watched in awe when the smith pulled that bow off of its peg. He was drooling as he saw the man smoothly draw the bow with a cedar arrow in place, and launch it with deadly precision into the worn bullseye of a target. Amicus couldn't help but smile wide. The smith then said, "I can see you like it, but don't expect to be able to score a bullseye easily, that takes much training. I'll let you try if you'd like." Amicus took the bow, nocking a cedar arrow with white fletchings at the specified point on the stinging nettle string. He took an archery form, and put his gloved fingers on the string. He flexed his shoulder muscles and bent the bow, holding his anchor at his jawline. The smith watched in awe at this untrained teen, taking a perfect form, drawing a 65 pound maple bow at full anchor. Then his jaw dropped. As Amicus relaxed his string fingers, the bow bent back to its original position, with an arrow speeding through the air. Amicus' bow hand didn't move a millimeter as an arrow flying faster than any car can go passed over his hand and drove directly through the bullseye and into the wood building. Ita-istar looked at the smith's face, "How much?" The smith took a second to regain his mind and then replied with a hesitant voice, "Uhh.....750 gold pieces." Ita-istar dug through his coin purse thinking to himself, "Well, that's a lot, but... well he's passionate about it. With that shot he deserves it." Amicus' father handed over a burlap sack with a crudely ink mark on it. "250", it said. The smith looked over, "500 more, m'lord" Ita-istar looked over to Amicus, "Son, sprint back home and find the 500 bag." While Ita-istar and the smith had been dealing, Amicus hadn't moved an inch. His jaw was just hanging. He didn't believe he did that shot, it was just too good. Ita-istar put a hand on his shoulder. Amicus jumped, "Oh. 500 bag. Right." He dashed outside and through the crowd with surprising speed even for a runner. Dodging everything in his way he made his way to the cottage. He had acquired the bag and was running back to the armory when he was met unexpectedly in his path by a carrying cart. *CREAK* Amicus had fallen into a large wheat cart. He quickly stood up as the cart was moving, the driver not noticing. He hopped out and ran the last quarter mile to the smith. The pubescent boy heard something about "Nothing like that before" and "Extraordinary" when he walked into the shop. His father took the bag, handing it to the smith. The smith smiled, "Incredible job, boy, you're going places in your long life. Make it good." Amicus grew, and at 19, his father took him to the wild. Amicus learned about nature, the ecosystem, how everything was like a city, just without man-made materials. Ita-istar taught him the usefullness of every single thing in the wild. He taught him how to make shelters, and the correct prayer after a successful hunt. In his 34th year in Asulon, he opended up a shop in a small human village, naming it, "The Fiddling Fletcher". This shop sold some archery supplies, and freshly hunted meat, hunted by, none other than Amicus. The shop was run by Amicus and his brother, Venor. It was a small shop, but got good enough business to provide he and his brother to earn a living. At age 39, Amicus bid his brother farewell, and left the village to explore and see what the world had to offer. As he left, his dark, dirty blonde hair, covered his pale green eyes that see through anything. People waved as they watched the tall elven man wearing a tan tunic with leather bracers and boots leave their village. Amicus was a soft, but passionate man. He shed tears as he left that village. He bid his loved ones farewell, and wished them the best. Amicus is now 41, exploring the wilds, only now lusting for a woman. He hunts in the woods wearing a dark green cloak, melting into the trees. He has established his own area, and many of the other wild-dwellers know not to come near. He still owns the old maple bow, and only uses the old bow. He wishes to come back to his home, and visit his parents, and go to a new city. (Wow, that was fun to write. Hope you enjoyed that!) What are your characters ambitions?: Survive. Love a woman for the rest of his long life. Save anyone that needs saving. To never hurt anyone, but of course, that is a very hard motive to keep clean. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: http://s1339.beta.photobucket.com/user/TradArcher365/media/2013-01-21_214349_zps8737ebd2.png.html This doesn't match the appearance, but it basically gives you what it looks like. I of course WILL tweak a couple things like hair color and eye color before I get online if I am accepted. Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Detailed appearance: Standing about 6'1. He has pale green eyes that stare for thousands of miles. His hair is dirty blonde. He wears a variety of things, but most of the time, it is leather boots and bracers, and a tunic. 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 was strolling through Arethor, on a backroad, when I saw a dwarf with tears in his eyes, calling out to be heard, for people to buy his products.* I felt pity on him, no one seemed to want his crude weapons. I approached the man, putting a hand on his shoulder. He retaliated asking what business an elf had with him. (This is, of course, assuming the elf-dwarf racism is in play) I told him that I meant for peace. I suggested that he might not scream wildly for people to buy his weapons. I swiftly took a handful of gold coins from my purse, and silently slipped them into his pack. The stout hearted dwarf looked up at me with a scared look, for he had a family to feed. "Here, try something like this." *I walked up to a passerby asking if their blade was in tact* They replied with "No it has cracks an-" I stopped them and asserted that the dwarf in the stand over there could fix that blade up. He looked surprised and ran quickly over to the dwarf. That short little man sure did have a heart, he started bawling on the scene. I smiled, tossing a coin into his stand, and continuing my stroll. 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 silently approach the duo in their verbal debate* "Gentlemen." The orc quickly replies with, "You don't have business here, get out of here, pointy eared leaf lover!" *I take a step back, silencing my anger, I blow a smoke ring out of my foot long mahogany pipe* *The orc continues to threaten the dwarf, then notices that Amicus is still there* "Get out of here pixie boy!" *I swiftly move a knuckle into his temple, allowing for an instant K.O.* The dwarf speaks with a grunting voice, "Thank you, sir! Despite our differences and hatred towards each other. You deserve a coin" *He tosses Amicus a coin* *Amicus walks farther down the road, and as he sees a beggar he silently puts the coin in his hand* 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?: *As the stick breaks Amicus catches sight of the bag of Minas falling, he quickly reaches to the falling bag and catches it before the people on the road jump for it.* *Amicus slips the bag into the man's pack, and goes off the road to a nearby tree. He quickly pulls a heart sapling out of the ground and dulls the ends to make a hearty stick. As he walks back to the fallen man he sits him up, putting the new stick in his hands.* Amicus then continues on the road without showing the man his face. EDIT 1: Fixed Coding Issue