Bamaloid

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My revised application. Minecraft Account Name: Bamaloid How old are you?: 25 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Great Britain Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: First language, yes. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes, i was a member of a role playing server on WoW. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: A simple search of the best MC servers (RP) pointed me in the right direction. Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/80528-deniedbama-application-to-jump-on-board/ Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: I will after a have completed this. http://www.minecraft...ique-gameplay/! : Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Roleplaying is more than a simple gaming experience, it enables the player to totally emerse themselves in that character, its history, its culture and its beliefs. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Good question, In simple terms Meta gaming is the use of (external) information to allow their character to progress with the advantage of open source information. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power emoting is the use of language to manipulate a role playing situation. Put simply one player creates a situation where the other player cannot react, therefor controlling the outcome and ruining the RP environment. IE, Player A walks through a serein landscape, admiring the view and nods a friendly hello to player B. Player B Pulls a nuke from his uranium enriched cyber leggings and destroys the landscape and all of its beauty with a well placed precision bombardment. etc etc In-Character Details Character Name: Bama 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: Bama was born to an unconventional family In Moraton, after being raised in this small county The family moved to Arethor to seek a more profitable future, his mother a barmaid/showgirl In his father a laborer who enjoyed the finer things in life and was frequently absent during his youth. As a result Bama found himself being dragged up instead of raised, as a child he would listen to stories of the Pheonix revolution and act out the battles with his school friends, he would always play as Eze’kiel Tarus. As the years passed, he would walk home covered in coal dust from his 22 hour shift down the coal pit. After a few more years and a few broken relationships he became a game keeper for the king, something that would utilise his survival skills. He was put forward to attend a survival course so he could teach the kings troops and guards. After a very successful career in adventure training and advance survival tactics he decided to use these skills. With the soul purpose of gaining enough life experience to join the Phoenix Rangers. With a heavy heart he left Arethor He set sail with a trader who was bound for Malidor, he didn’t go all the way to the Elven nation instead getting off on a small island which was ridden with jungle and equally inhospitable natives. Bama used his skills to create a small commune which thrives to his day. After his time spent on this island he crafted a small boat and Landed near Rienna, he made his way south to Solace, with the intention of returning to his beloved Arethor. He is now recognised as the go to guy for anything survival. The man can create anything out of nothing last days out in the open without a roof or a warm cup of tea. He claims to credit this with his up bringing. Others believe he is just in tune with the land. Bama is a no nonsense sort of guy, survival of the fittest, and natural selection are his motto. But also has a caring side, his jungle commune is testament to this and his excellent teaching background. Bamas appearance isn't one of grandeur, its one of hard work and years of living off the land or high in the jungle canope. a few quotes from .BAMAS BOOK OF SURVIVAL "Fashion doesn't feed you" "jump!" "well, i aint dying" "Get a grip!" He is the sort of guy to collect water for the team and he never leaves his mates. There is no accurate date of his birth as his father spent the administration fee on an Elven spa day. A rough estimate is 27 His original name was Bobby but a jungle tribe renamed him Bama What are your characters ambitions?: His ambitions are to live off the land, teach his fellow person and live in a peaceful community. In his book he claims to have a ambition of one day making a lava water fall. He wasn't available to confirm nor deny this. The love of his Nation has inspired him to one day join the Phoenix Rangers and train with the finest archers in Asulon. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Not in game but its the best i can do http://bamaloid.imgur.com/all/ Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: I think i have explained enough 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 decided it was time to leave the tavern and make my way back to the room I had rented, perhaps they would unlock the door this time, I could only hope, another night in my makeshift hammock wouldn't be ideal. Suddenly a small dwarf shouts to me asking me to take a look at his goods, " you there, yes you! you look like the sort of human who could benefit from my goods" Who was this Dwarf, he looked like a lost soul so i approached him. "hello can i help you?" I said, i was only being friendly the last thing i wanted to do tonight was start speaking to a Dwarf who smelt of cabbage, my bed was calling. "Evenin sir, might i interest you in some of the finest goods from across the land? I laughed inside, was this Dwarf serious? A semi broken table with a few rusty swords, birch wood and a collection of meat. " Ahh yes, about your goods. If this is the finest goods that this land can produce I may as well go back to the jungle now. I suggest you improve your shop and its goods before you entice strangers to look" He seemed shocked, perhaps the old man at the tavern was right, may be all those years living in the wild had stripped me of my social skills, i looked at his tired face and felt guilty his eyes were full of despair and desperation. "On second thought, I will try some of the pork" One thing about the city i did enjoy, and that was warm food. "oh thank you sir, you wont be disappointed, can i ask you a question?" A question? i was growing tired of this interaction, all i wanted was my pork and my questionable residence. "Are you homeless?" only because i could rent you a room if you wish?" I wasn't going to ask why he had come up with that conclusion, my beard? my tattered clothes? my broken face a face which had been bashed by the elements. "Um thank you for the offer but i already have something sorted with a friend of mine but thank you for the offer. "Who are you any way, you aint from round here are yah" The last interaction i had with a living being was an elf and four rats. Yes your correct I’m not from round here, I have travelled from the North, trying my hand at living in a city, all these new sights and sounds are taking some getting use to" I grabbed my pork, paid the little man. Admittedly more than it was worth but he looked in more need than myself. Time to see where the city takes my tonight then. 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? After taking a rest in a nearby tree I heard shouting, the sort of shouting, which would soon erupt into a fight. I had to see this, entertainment wasn't cheap in the city. To my shock it was a large Orc and a Dwarf. This was hardly a front row seat to two warriors battle to the death, A few encounters with Orcs reminded me to be aware of their aggression and questionable logic. " What’s going on here" I said forcibly, I walked all the way over here to see two warriors of equal stature fight with honor and respect, but all it Is, is an Orc and a Dwarf, come on its not exactly fare is it, how about we make it fare?" Hopefully my direction of enquiry would confuse them and diffuse the situation. The Orc spoke, well.. more like grunted. Dwarf upset Orc, Orc smash Dwarf" "I see one minor problem Orc. This isn't a fair fight and your missing out being here, really missing out.." "Eh? Missing out? What missing out of what?" that seemed to get the Orcs attention. "Theres an offer on steak in the shop just down that road, you really should try it here is some money, enough for a steak" Before i could say your welcome he took the money and ran at top speed down the road "Thank you kind stranger!" This was my second run in with a Dwarf, they were good people at heart hence me decision to help him. "your welcome" I smiled "you owe me" 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?: "Ouch, you didn't want to do that" He smiled at my joke, trying to make light of a painful situation. I noticed he had dropped all of his coins I wasn't going allow this old gentleman to lose a penny because of a poorly made walking stick. "Oh thank you son, please take a coin as a token of my gratitude" I hadn't done anything, this man had clearly hurt his head on the way down and no longer had he ability to think correctly, concussion is was. "oh its fine I dont need your money, but what you need is a new walking stick. How about i make you one?" " you would do that for me?" It seems that kindness in this city wasn't a everyday norm, whilst in the jungle i had come across a small tribe who trained me in the art of crafting, a walking stick wouldn't be a problem. 0

Hello. Could someone please tell me how long on average it takes for a new application to get feedback? I may just be inpatient or keen Bama

Out-Of-Character Details Minecraft Account Name: Bamaloid How old are you?: 25 Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Great Britain Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?: First language, yes. Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?: Yes, i was a member of a role playing server on WoW. Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?: Yes. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: A simple search of the best MC servers (RP) pointed me in the right direction. 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: I will after a have completed this. 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/! : Definitions In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is: Role playing is more than a simple gaming experience, it enables the player to totally emerse themselves in that character, its history, its culture and its beliefs. In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is: Good question, In simple terms Meta gaming is the use of (external) information to allow their character to progress with the advantage of open source information. In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is: Power emoting is the use of language to manipulate a role playing situation. Put simply one player creates a situation where the other player cannot react, therefor controlling the outcome and ruining the RP environment. IE, Player A walks through a serein landscape, admiring the view and nods a friendly hello to player B. Player B Pulls a nuke from his uranium enriched cyber leggings and destroys the landscape and all of its beauty with a well placed precision bombardment. etc etc In-Character Details Character Name: Bama 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: Bama was born to an unconventional family, his mother a barmaid/showgirl his father a labourer who enjoyed the finer things in life and was frequently absent during his youth. As a result Bama found himself being dragged up instead of raised up. He found himself wondering the streets of the industrial sector surrounded with the dark satanic mills. As the years passed, he would walk home covered in coal dust from his 22 hour shift down the coal pit. After a few more years and a few broken relationships he became a game keeper for the king, something that would utilise his survival skills. He was put forward to attend a survival course so he could teach the kings troops and guards. After a very successful career in adventure training and advance survival tactics he decided to use these skills . He set sail with a trader to a far away land, a land which was ridden with jungle and equally inhospitable natives. Bama used his skills to create a small commune which thrives to his day. He is now recognised as the go to guy for anything survival. The man can create anything out of nothing last days out in the open without a roof or a warm cup of tea. He claims to credit this with his up bringing. Others believe he is just in tune with the land. Bama is a no nonsense sort of guy, survival of the fittest, and natural selection are his motto. But also has a caring side, his jungle commune is testament to this and his excellent teaching background. Bamas appearance isn't one of grandeur, its one of hard work and years of living off the land or high in the jungle canope. a few quotes from .BAMAS BOOK OF SURVIVAL "Fashion doesn't feed you" "jump!" "well, i aint dying" "Get a grip!" He is the sort of guy to collect water for the team and he never leaves his mates. There is no accurate date of his birth as his father spent the administration fee on an Elven spa day. His original name was Bobby but a jungle tribe renamed him Bama What are your characters ambitions?: His ambitions are to live off the land, teach his fellow person and live in a peaceful community. In his book he claims to have a ambition of one day making a lava water fall. He wasn't available to confirm nor deny this. Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Not in game but its the best i can do :) http://bamaloid.imgur.com/all/ Is there anything else you would like to say about your character: I think i have explained enough 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 decided it was time to leave the tavern and make my way back to the room I had rented, perhaps they would unlock the door this time, I could only hope, another night in my makeshift hammock wouldn't be ideal. Suddenly a small man shouts to me asking me to take a look at his goods, " you there, yes you! you look like the sort of human who could benefit from my goods" Who was this man? and why was he so small?, he looked like a lost soul so i approached him. "hello can i help you?" I said, i was only being friendly the last thing i wanted to do tonight was start speaking to a small man who smelt of cabbage, my bed was calling. "Evenin sir, might i interest you in some of the finest goods from across the land? I laughed inside, was this small man serious? A semi broken table with a few rusty swords, birch wood and a collection of meat. " Ahh yes, about your goods. If this is the finest goods that this land can produce I may as well go back to the jungle now. I suggest you improve your shop and its goods before you entice strangers to look" He seemed shocked, perhaps the old man at the tavern was right, may be all those years living in the wild had stripped me of my social skills, i looked at his tired face and felt guilty his eyes were full of dispare and desperation. "On second thought, I will try some of the pork" One thing about the city i did enjoy, and that was warm food. "oh thank you sir, you wont be disappointed, can i ask you a question?" A question? i was growing tired of this interaction, all i wanted was my pork and my questionable residence. "Are you homeless? I ask only because i could rent you a room if you wish?" I wasn't going to ask why he had come up with that conclusion, my beard? my tattered clothes? my broken face a face which had been bashed by the elements. "Um thank you for the offer but i already have something sorted with a friend of mine but thank you for the offer, Im going to ask you a question now. Why are you so small?" He looked confused and a little angry "Im a dwarf.... we are small by nature. Who are you any way, you aint from round here are yah" A dwarf? I will add it to the list of new races i have discovered. the last interaction i had with a living being was an elf and four rats. "Ahh i see, i didn't mean to be rude, and yes your correct im not from round here im trying my hand at living in a city, all these new sights and sounds are taking some getting use to" I grabbed my pork, paid the little man. Admittedly more than it was worth but he looked in more need than myself. Time to see where the city takes my tonight then. 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? After taking a rest in a nearby tree I heard shouting, the sort of shouting which would soon erupt into a fight. i had to see this,entertainment wasn't cheap in the city. To my shock it was a large green thing which urgently required dental work and a Dwarf creature. This was hardly a front row seat to two warriors battle to the death. " Whats going on here" I said forcibly " I walked all the way over here to see two warriors of equal stature fight with honor and respect, but all i see Is a big man wearing green paint and a mask and a Dwarf, come on its not exactly fare is it, how about we make it fare?" Hopefully my direction of enquiry would confuse them and diffuse the situation. The painted man spoke, well.. more like grunted. "Me not man me Orc! Dwarf upset Orc, Orc smash Dwarf" Not only was the man painted green he clearly had an speech impediment and a strange sense of logic, or perhaps this was another creature i hadn't come across yet? I Looked closely at its face, there was no sign of mask or paint. I really have to start learning the races of this land or ill end up in a lot of trouble. " OK ok your an Orc, but I see one minor problem Orc man. This isn't a fair fight and your missing out being here, really missing out.." "Eh? Missing out? What missing out of what?" that seemed to get the green mans attention. "Theres an offer on steak in the shop just down that road, you really should try it here is some money, enough for a steak" Before i could say your welcome he took the money and ran at top speed down the the road "Thank you kind stranger!" This was my second run in with a Dwarf, they were good people at heart hence me decision to help him. "your welcome" I smiled "you owe me" 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?: "Ouch, you didn't want to do that" He smiled at my joke, trying to make light of a painful situation. I noticed he had dropped all of his coins I wasn't going allow this old gentleman to lose a penny because of a poorly made walking stick. "Oh thank you son, please take a coin as a token of my gratitude" I hadn't done anything, this man had clearly hurt his head on the way down and no longer had he ability to think correctly, concussion is was. "oh its fine I dont need your money, but what you need is a new walking stick. How about i make you one?" " you would do that for me?" It seems that kindness in this city wasn't a everyday norm, whilst in the jungle i had come across a small tribe who trained me in the art of crafting, a walking stick wouldn't be a problem.