Rhonir

Choice 1: Head Scribe Choice 2 (if applicable): N/A Choice 3 (if applicable): N/A ((MC name)): ThePrroman (RP) Name: Rhonir Draug Race: Mali'ame Age: 140 Gender: Male Do you have a family, if so how many members will be residing with you: N/A ((Please state your time zone)): Eastern time zone ((Please state your average playing time)): I am on a lot on the weekends,and try to get on most days on the weekdays. ((Please state why we can trust you with this job)):I have been with the server for several months now and have been trusted by many other Role players. I try my hardest to be mature and fair in all scenarios. ((Do you use skype?)): I do, and will provide my Skype name when required. ((How long have you been on the server)): 4 Months ((Why, as a payer, do you wish to join the lower council?)): I would like to assist in helping the government stay on track, and try to help the Elves regain their former glory. What nation do you reside in, if any: I live in Malinor at the moment. Do you hold any allegiances to other nations and or organizations/guilds? If so state them, and their nature: I am a Gladewatcher in the Sentinels, and have discipline and order because of that. Do you have any work experience, if so where and what: I am currently the Biology teacher at the College, and have been experimenting on various scientific theories. Do you have a criminal record, if so state your offenses: I am one that enforces the law, not one that disrespects it. Why do you feel you are suited for Job choice 1: I feel that I am suited for this Job because I am already an educator, and I love to enlighten and help. I have been experimenting and studying for two and a half years now, always trying to improve the field of Biology. If I were to become the Head Scribe, I would also remain the Biology Teacher. If applicable, why do you feel you are suitable for Job Choice 2: N/A If applicable, why do you feel you are suitable for Job Choice 3: N/A State any comment that you think may aid you in this application here: I have nothing else to say.

Stares at the message, muttering, "Slowly all of the sane officials leave us, knowing what is to come if this is to continue. I hope this doesn't last forever, and soon things will turn for the better..." Nods out of respect for Ebs, and walks away.

MCname: ThePrroman Name: Rhonir Draug Age: 130 Race: Mali'ame Gender: Male Current job: Gladewatcher in the Sentinels Do you own a house in malinor?: I live in the Barracks House information: Gladewatcher Room: Barracks What district do you live in(Farmland, Mali'aheral, Druii?, Capital, Sentinel)?: Sentinel How many OTHER people live in your home: None (This may change if I get a roommate.) Their MCnames: N/A Their names: N/A Their Ages: N/A Their Races: N/A Their relation to you: N/A Their Genders: N/A Their occupation: N/A

((I expect a full five words that pertain to Rhonir :P

Rhonir Draug wakes up in his barrack room and goes to his door. He realizes there is a note on the foot of it. He bends down to pick it up. Upon reading it, he frowns at first, but then nods in understanding. He then picks up his sword and bow, saying, "I have much training to do, it seems."

Rhonir Draug looks at the board, reminded of Xanthur and the experiments. He begins writing a note. Name ( IC and IGN ): Rhonir Draug (ThePrroman) Subject(s) you feel comfortable teaching: Biology Extent to which you were educated on the Subject(s): Xanthur and I have been working very hard together, coming up with new theories. I wish to be his assistant, or partner. We have many exiting theories, and we have been experimenting hard to gather evidence and results. I have also lived in the forest for much of my life, and know much about the subject, having read many books on the subject as well. Xanthur can vouch for my skills. ((MentoSento)) ((Irl, I am an expert on biology and heredity and evolutionary biology, and have studied it for several years, as well as being on the Science Olympiad for Heredity)) Scheduling conflicts ( Both IC and Time Zone ): As a Sentinel, I may have some time restrictions, but they won't be too severe. ((OOC I can get on a lot over weekends, and some days on weekdays.))

Rhonir Draug looks the post on the wall, and nods. He scribbles another note. Tahar, You brought up a very good point, that is that we have been only looking at the bad. But your statement about Malins making our economy independent and stable does not ring true to me. First of all, you are right. We will become completely independent. But our independence is basically being cut off from the world. If there was a form of mint, it would mean something, but otherwise, economic independence would not bring good to us. Say we had a shortage of food, or wood? What would happen then? And about being stable, economic independence does not guarantee stability. Being cut off from the world does not guarantee stability. All it guarantees is that we would be separate. That wouldn't mean we wouldn't fluctuate. And to your other points of how if the economies of other nations fall, we would stay the same... We are cut off. We wouldn't be affected. That doesn't mean that we wouldn't change in anyway. Like I stated before, economic isolation does not guarantee stability. It just means that other nations wouldn't play a part in our fluctuating economy. And you also make a valid point: only Malinor workers get houses. But why should all Malinor citizens work for the government? You are basically reinforcing the vibe that we are all getting: This is to get us to work for the government. The private sector is basically destroyed now, as is any economic flow. Any economic flow is replaced with this: Government pays you, you pay government. And so on. If we are heading down that route, why even use a currency? Or is this a transitional phase for that system. And you say that most elves have no need to go to different nations, and that only merchants would have to. You also say that most of the population are simple workers. They are. But that is because they are practically forced to by the government. Free Enterprise is heavily discouraged, therefor it is practically nonexistent. And having a job in Malinor is different than working for Malinor. But unfortunately, that is the only option presented. If free enterprise was a viable option, there would probably be more mali participating in it. In the end, Tahar, I do not wish to make you angry. I am simply giving my opinion, and my ideas towards the arguments you presented. Rhonir Draug Rhonir Draug pins the note to the board with a shard of bone from a recent hunt. He walks away, happy knowing he got his point across.

Rhonir Draug notices the post of notes and scribbles one- My biggest problem with this currency system is that it isolates Malinor from the rest of the world. We will be more or less cut off from trade, unless the High Council has some secret treasury of Minas hidden somewhere. If one nation capitalizes on a Mine, we would be forced to simply attack them, or pay them with goods. That would create more problems. We are also making ourselves self sufficient, unable to request or receive aid from other nations when we would need it. We are also forcing our people to work for the government or starve. Previously there was a choice weather free enterprise was a path to take or not, but we have now made it impossible. The message is plain and simple: work for the government or starve. Free enterprise would be a myth, as would entrepreneurship. And working for the government would reward them with a currency that only Malinor uses, so that they may pay rent from the government, and receive food from the government. Any excess money would not really be used for much else, really. It would basically be an endless loop of money, and nothing would ever really happen. Wealth wouldn't mean much either, due to the money being worthless. This money has nothing to back it. It has no value, for there is nothing of actual value, such as Minas, to give the currency any real value, unless of course, the High Council is hiding a hoard of Minas. The only thing this currency does is make people dependent on the government for everything. The workers would have to depend on Malinor for all of their needs, because free enterprise is gone, and international trade is impossible. Unless a mint is created, or we switch back to Minas, Malinor is doomed to economic isolation and disaster, possibly culminating in depression. This risk far outweighs the reward and benefits no one but the Government. Malinor citizens would be reduced to people dependent on the government for their basic necessities, and would have no way to get help from the outside. I hope I have made my point clear. -Rhonir Draug Rhonir pins the note to the post and walks away.

((You should portray my part in this, being the one who showed you :P

MC Name: ThePrroman Skype Name (if you have one): prash6999 What would you name his father: Findecano Elerel Race's you have played: Elf (Wood Elf) I will need a biography about The Relationship, How they got seperated, etc. Looking Forward to it.

OOC: Will the former Sentinels be given ease of access into the Noladrim ranks? Or will they have to start all over?

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: ThePrroman How old are you?: 14 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: United States of America Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: Yes Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I have many avid roleplaying friends. They told me to play on LOTC because the Role Play Server I used to play on was shut down. The Server I used to play on was Sonata: Colonial Roleplay, and it was hosted by Gavlan and Merrymoogle. 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.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/! : Yes Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is the action of acting and thinking as one that is not oneself. Usually this is a fictional character and is done with multiple people. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Meta-gaming is the act of using information that a character is not supposed to know of to affect your role-playing. For example, a person may know of an upcoming event, but he/she wouldn’t be meta-gaming unless it affects their role-play. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power-emoting is when a role-player does an action that effects another player or party, but does not give the other party or player any say in the result of the action. For example: *Kane stabs Morose in the stomach repeatedly, killing him. In-Character Details Character Name: Rhonir “Ron” Draug 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: Rhonir Draug was born in a small wood elven camp and was born with a gift. His arrow seldom missed its mark, making him a brilliant archer. At a young age, Rhonir trained heavily in archery, making him a great hunter. His proficiency in the skill of archery was vast, as was his cunning. Never chancing something directly, Rhonir always thought of something strategically, whether it be hunting or travelling. He always devised a plan to maximize on any opportunity. Another thing that was unique about Rhonir was his appearance. He had brunette hair. This was incredibly rare amongst the Wood Elves. The hair was a bit choppy, for he did not like his hair styled or dyed. He was about 18 years of age at the time. The best instance of his skills and personality was the crafting of his bow. When he was about 14 years of age, he decided to make his own bow. Armed only with a knife, he ventured out into the woods to create a bow. After searching the woods for a suitable tree, Rhonir found a strong and tall yew tree. Using his agility, he climbed to the top of the tree and found a suitable branch. After sawing the branch off, he made his way to the bottom of the tree and constructed a fire. A green, wet bow would lose its power in days. To dry it out, he had to dehydrate it. He cut the green wood into thin, wide strips and laid them vertically, to produce a layered effect. Using tree resin as a glue, he molded this layered composite of wood into a recurve bow shape, using branches to create stilts. While watching the glue harden and the water evaporate out of his yew bow, Rhonir contemplated his life. He was always accepting and kind to others, but he would get aggressive if provoked. He always said thank you for the animals he killed for sustenance, and tried violence as little as possible. After a long wait, the bow had finished drying, and was hard, yet supple. It had a draw weight of approximately 80 lbs. But it was not over yet. He still had to string the bow. He searched for several hours, and eventually found spider silk and linen stalks. Twisting these two fibers together he weaved an extremely strong string, and he used beeswax to water proof it. After stringing the bow, he applied beeswax to water proof it. Little did he know that he would have to use that exact bow for the first time. As he was sleeping, he heard a rustling. Instantly, his senses were alert. He used his keen ears to pinpoint the rustling of the sound. The moment he turned to it, which was a small brush, a giant bear erupted from it, less than 10 yards away. The bear bolted towards him, and Rhonir instinctively drew his bow, selected an arrow, nocked his arrow, sighted, drew, and released within two seconds. The arrow imbedded itself in between the eyes, killing the bear instantly. The bear tumbled forward with its momentum, falling within a yard of Rhonir. Rhonir drew breath and muttered thanks to the bear and skinned it. He returned home with a new bow, and a new confidence. Little did he know that that bow would save his life again in four years. The time passed idly, and Rhonir was even more adept at his archery. But tragedy soon fell on him. As Rhonir was sleeping, a massive earthquake triggered a massive landslide, which came hurling down the mountains. The camp was aware far too late. Rhonir ran out of his home tree as fast as possible. As the camp was retreating, a massive fissure erupted between Rhonir and the rest of the group. Rhonir, running for his life, fell down. Grabbing his bow in time, Rhonir wedged each end into the rock walls, saving his life. He was left dangling there, with his bow permanently disfigured. Knowing he had to leave the bow, he climbed on top of it by swinging and balanced on top. Sighing and muttering farewell, he climbed up the rocky cliffs of the fissure and came to see the ruins of his former home. Knowing his family was far away, Rhonir grabbed what little supplies he had left and bid farewell to his home. He sought out a mission: a mission for stability and peace. He sighed and decided to finally see the world. He set out for the big city of Normandor. He is now 130 years old, and he still sets out for the goal he intended. What are your characters ambitions?: Rhonir wishes for violence and war to end, but will not hesitate to fight if the fighting brings peace. He believes that there is a definite good and bad in the world, being young and naïve. He wants for there to be peace and will do what he can to achieve that goal. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: Note: Not being able to find up to date lore, I used lore of the Asulon wiki. Forgive me if it is out of date. 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? Upon entering the city, the first thing I notice is the ***** appearance of the denizens of the settlement. They had much more rugged faces, and the men had some sort of hair growing from their face. Their shoulders were broader and they were taller. I suddenly felt short, surrounded by their towering figures, which were a foot over me. I shuffled awkwardly down the road when I heard a man say, “Come one come all! Buy the finest metallurgy in all of Arethor! Arrows, swords, maces, shears, I have them all!” When I heard him say arrows, my ears perked. My quiver was near empty and I felt vulnerable. I decided to walk over to the source of the callings. Upon nearing the source of the calling, I saw the store. My first observation was the lack of customers. Almost no one cared about the wares. My second observation was the peddler. He was not a human, like most others of Arethor, but a Dwarf, seeming miniscule in comparison to his tall neighbors. I did not understand why no one seemed to care about the Dwarf. I walked to the shop and asked, “May I purchase three dozen arrows, please?” The Dwarf seemed shocked and then delighted at the arrival of a customer. He said, “Sure. That’ll be…” He did some quick calculations. “Fifty Minas please.” I searched my purse and found the sufficient funds for the purchase. As I handed over the Minas I asked, “Why does no one wish to buy your wares? They seem of very good quality.” The dwarf smiled and said, “Not’ll of them are as open and kind as you, laddie. I’m different, ya know. ‘Cause of that, they see me as lesser.” I frowned and said, “That is not true.” I was puzzled why they would ignore him simply because he was ‘different’.” He smiled sadly and said, “What’s true isn’t always what is.” There was a pause as I that sank in. Then he said, “I’ll get yer arrows,” and scurried off. I thought about what he had said, about the segregation of others. I knew that was wrong, and I wondered why people did it. Whilst I was in deep thought, the dwarf interrupted and said, “Here are your arrows.” I smiled and said, “Thank you.” I examined the arrows. They truly were fine. I had never seen such sharper points. I exclaimed, “These are truly amazing!” He smiled again and said, “Thank you for coming.” I thought for a second and reached into my purse. I pulled out ten Minas and laid them on the counter. I said, “You deserve it.” The dwarf smiled graciously and said, “If only more were like you.” 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? As I wandered down the long Oren Road, I saw a strange sight. I saw an Orc shouting accusations at a dwarf and threatening him. I crept over to that sight and hid in the bushes. The Orc growled, “Yu’ll pay the price for what yo’ve done to me, foolish dwarf!” The Dwarf only appeared to be a small boy. “I’m sorry! I’s starving, and I’s lost my parents. I needed de bread!” The Orc snorted and roared, “You stole from me! Fer that ye must die!” The child started panicking and began to bolt, but the Orc caught him by the scruff of his vest. He said, “Face me dwarf! I WILL SETTLE THIS!” The boy started to cry and said, “I’m sorry! Please spare’m! I haven’t eaten in weeks.” The Orc spat at the boy and threw him on the ground. He spat out, “Coward!” and raised his axe. This was too much for me. I intervened. I yelled, “DON’T!” and sprang from my cover. The Orc was startled and growled, “Filthy, puny elf! Get out of here before I gore you.” I was angry and had resolve. “Do not kill innocents. He is only a boy.” The Orc rose to his full height, towering a good three feet above me. He growled, “I will tell you once more elf. Get out.” I stood my ground and spat out, “No.” The Orc, standing 10 yards away, raised his axe. Within one second, I grabbed my bow, selected an arrow, nocked it, drew back, and aimed. I said, “It only takes one shot to pierce a heart. And I don’t miss.” The Orc spat out, “I do not fear death, puny elf!” I quickly changed plans. I aimed the arrow down a centimeter. I said, “If I shoot, you will never fight again.” This took the Orc back a little, but he did not stop. He said, “THAT’S IT ELF! YOU ARE DEAD!” He started charging and I shot the arrow into his calf, severing tendons. He howled in agony and said, “CURSE YOU!” I said, “Leave now. Do not bother this boy again.” The Orc began to say something, but gave up halfway. He limped back the path. I turned to the boy and said, “Here are some Minas from food. Don’t get into trouble again. Stay safe.” He looked scared again and said, “O-O-O-Orc!” I turned around and drew my knife to see a barreling 300 pound orc charging at me. Without hesitation, I threw my knife right at the barreling figure, and hit him in the chest. With his momentum, he landed a yard away from us. I knelt by him, closed his eyes and said, “Rest now.” I then retrieved my knife and cleaned it. I turned to the boy and said, “Get away. It is dangerous here” 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 defenseless man. What does your character do?: As I was walking down the road to Malinor, I saw an old man walking down the road as well. Having seen no signs of life for my entire trip, I began to walk up to him and engage in conversation. Suddenly, as I was walking to him, his feeble walking stick snapped in half. The man fell to the ground with a sickening thud and a bag of minas split open beside him. Shocked, I bolted to him and asked, “Are you okay, sir?” The old man groaned. He said, “I think so, but my walking stick, without it, I’m stuck here.” I grabbed a bag from my pack and quickly put all the minas in it and gave it to him. I then said, “I will take you to the side, so I may fashion you a new walking stick.” The man’s eyes seemed to glisten and said, “Thank you laddie.” I hefted him up gently and carried him over to the side of the road, gently laying him on a bed of soft grass. I then pulled out my knife and started sawing off a branch of a nearby elm tree. After cutting down to the appropriate length, I bound the handgrip with leather. I presented it to him and said, “This should suffice.” I helped him stand up and steady himself. The old man said, “Thank you my boy! How can I ever repay you?” I smiled and said, “Your gratitude is sufficient. Now stay safe, friend.” I grinned as he hobbled his way over to Malinor. NOTE: THE WORD CENSORED IN THE OPEN ENDED QUESTION IS THE WORD Q U E E R, IN THE DEFINITION OF STRANGE.