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Minecraft Account Name: sly_f0x

How old are you?:14, 15 in march.

Time-Zone: GMT

Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I swear to uphold all rules.

What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Not very many but I have an "rpish" side to me!

How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I have known about this server for a long time.... And I've decided now that I have my new computer, that I would give this server a try.

Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: None.

Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): 

Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes!. I will try my best to make a totally unique and distinct character.

 

 

Role-playing: Role-playing, to me, is when you create a character with it's own set of unique abilities and personality traits! Which differs from everyone else. (e.g; ~set in the local tavern~ "Ah, good morning there Malin, how be you this glorious day? Say's Iblees. Malin replies " I have no time to talk to such 'fools' like yourself. Please excuse me as I have mining to attend to." ~Malin set's off humming a tune)

Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is when you take OOC information and use it IC.(Going to the forums to gather a players information (ooc info) and using that for personal gains.)

Power-emoting: Power-emoting for example is when you make a "GOD" character. e.g (Player 1 instantly kills player 2 and steals all of his money).

 

 

Full Name: Tathar Melwasúl

Current Age: 444

Sub-race (if any): High Elf.

Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):

 

When I was a young Elf, the past, not long ago, The world seemed so vast, beautiful and vivid. I would play with others like they were family. More than family. I treated everyone as best as I could except for this dark elf whose name I can not recall. Me and him were like Fire & Ice. We did not see eye to eye at all. Troubles started when I was just becoming a teen. Oh how I can remember those days *smiles* When the air was fresh, the fruit ripe on the trees and the sun splitting the stones. Those were the days the earth will remember along with everyone else who has lived to see them happen. I grew up in a fairly large home in Malinor, my father a skilled craftsman and my mother.. Oh how her eyes shone as morning broke. She was a scientist. She believed in the betterment of our peoples combined. All races under one. My father on the other hand, was extremely patriotic towards High elves and he cursed Dark elves claiming that they are the reason for Malin's defeat. 

 

As I became a teen I realised that the world changes. People change. At first, this greatly upset me as no longer was my "so-real" world a reality. It became very dark and cold for a while. My father was to nieve to notice, but my dear mother on the other hand, loved me. She knew my world had grown cold and she tried to help, to no avail. My mother died not long after this. I grieved and mourned for weeks praying and praying that she would come back, however she didn't.

 

I had to get on with my life and see the world. I was young, I had no idea as to how my life would turn out, I just simply didn't care. I was an average teen who enjoyed running around the city, singing, hanging out with my friends and listening to my fathers stories of old. One day he took me fishing in a small secluded forest outside Malinor. This was a rare occasion. Me and my father did not get along very well but I saw this as an attempt to build a solid bond. However, this was not his intentions. After a good several hours of fishing, we set up camp. We had caught nothing and I felt a great downfall upon my heart but it was only fish, not a big deal, My father told me that he had killed my mother. My father said and that I was not safe. At first I didn't believe him, I couldn't. He told me to run. Again, I couldn't. He was beginning to change. I must find a cure.

Here is where my story will start.

 

Ambitions for the Future: I want to become apart of the Royal guard.

Personality: I am a strong willed/minded elf who admires magic and would one day love to become a mage. My literacy is above average however sometimes I may be a little too overconfident.

Skills: I love bows. I am a proficient Archer. I can lead. Just like my mother, I am a strong, Independent Elf who relies only on ones self to fulfil all of thy needs.

Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/908338/elf-archer/

Any other details you wish to share about your character:

 

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Answer: At first Tathar Melwasúl is dazed. Stunned by the fact that his own are mistreating something so innocent. Tathar then clenches his fists, walks over to a nearby tree, climbs it and pulls out his bow. He shouts out, hidden, "Men. Leave this young one alone or feel the wrath of Malin.". The men snigger again and grab the elf. I shoot one arrow then hop to the next tree, still in cover I then shoot another elf however not fatally as I do not want to kill only maim. I proceed to do this two more times until the men release the boy and scamper off injured. Once they leave I jump to the jungle floor and help the boy up. He looks frightened and I can see terror in his poor innocent eyes. I whisper in his ear "Youngling. It is not everyday luck like this is given to any of us so please do not come into the forests alone.. Especially at this age". I then move my arm as if to say go on home. The elf then begins to speak "Sir. How may I ever repay you?. This fine day you have saved me." I reply "Elves are known to be litterate but at your age you really do intregue me. Be off I do not seek any kind of reward". The young one picks this up and leaves, glad to have been spared.

 

 

Answer: Tathar Melwasúl sprints over to the man with great speed!. He notices that the man is aged and in grave pain. He tries to comfort the man as best as possible but the man draws blood. Tathar fears it is too late but carries the man to a nearby outpost. Tathar does not know that the outpost is a bandit outpost. He shouts for help, they come. Armed to the teeth. Their leader takes the gold filled pouch and grins. "Well. This will come in handy". I plead to him to help the poor man. The bandit pretends not to hear and continues to walk with his men now feeling confused as this man lays dying. Tathar then picks up the mans walking stick and throws it forcefully at the bandit and shouts again. This time in tears. "Please! You've got to do something. This is an innocent man!". The bandit turns, takes his sword and kills the man. Tathar Runs back to Malinor in terror as what he has just witnessed will change his life forever. 

 

 

Answer: "Sorry sir but I am afraid I have no time to haggle with traders at this moment in time. Please do accept my most humble apologies and have a great day!". The trader then shouts back "Listen mate. I have a family to feed. I haven't made enough minas to put a single loaf of bread on the table in Three days. My family are starving half to death. They have been stealing and begging to survive. My wife now has been imprisoned and is sentenced to death. I need money to try and bribe the guards. Please!". Tathar's heart opens up and a single silvery, wispy tear forms at the bottom of his right eye. Tathar approaches and hands the trader 500 Minas, His savings. He then say's "I have no use for this my friend. You have no need to thank me. This should be enough to buy bread and free your wife. If there is anything I can do please only call my name and I shall be there. May Malin look upon all in their times of trouble and need.". Tathar departs and the trader gets on top of his carriage and drives home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Minecraft Account Name: sly_f0x

How old are you?:14, 15 in march.

Time-Zone: GMT

Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I swear to uphold all rules.

What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Not very many but I have an "rpish" side to me!

How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I have known about this server for a long time.... and I've decided now 

 

that I have my new computer, that I would give this server a try.

Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: None.

Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): 

Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes!. I will try 

 

my best to make a totaly unique and distinct character.

 

 

Role-playing: Role-playing, to me, is when you create a character with it's own set of unique abilities and personality 

 

traits! which differs from everyone else. (e.g; ~set in the local tavern~ "Ahh, good morning there Malin, how be you this 

 

glorious day? say's Iblees. Malin replies " I have no time to talk to such 'fools' like yourself. Please excuse me as I 

 

have mining to attend to." ~Malin set's off humming a tune)

Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is when you take OOC information and use it IC.(Going to the forums to gather a players 

 

information (ooc info) and using that for personal gains.)

Power-emoting: Power-emoting for example is when you make a "GOD" character. e.g (Player 1 instantly kills player 2 and 

 

steals all of his money).

 

 

Full Name: Mali'Hiy

Current Age: 444

Sub-race (if any): High Elf.

Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):

Build: Mali'Hiy is an average sized 6 foot 3 High elf with log Blonde hair and turquoise blue eyes. He is Quite thin with masculine traits.. ^.^

 

When I was a young Elf, the past, not long ago, The world seemed so vast, beautiful and vivid. I would play with others 

 

like they were family. More than family. I treated everyone as best as I could except for this dark elf whoose name I can 

 

not recall. Me and him were like Fire & Ice. We did not see eye to eye at all. Troubles started when I was around 102. Ohh 

 

how I can remember those days *smiles* When the air was fresh, the fruit ripe on the trees and the sun splitting the 

 

stones. Those were the days the earth will remember along with everyone else who has lived to see them happen. I grew up 

 

in a fairly large home in Malin, my father a skilled craftsman and my mother.. Oh how her eyes shone as morning broke. She 

 

was a scientist. She believed in the betterment of our peoples combined. All races under one. My father on the other hand, 

 

was extremely patriotic towards High elves and he cursed Dark elves claiming that they are the reason for Malin's defeat. 

 

As I became a teen I realised that the world changes. People change. At first, this greatly upset me as no longer was my 

 

"so-real" world a reality. It became very dark and cold for a while. My father was to nieve to notice, but my dear mother 

 

on the other hand, loved me. She kne my world had grown cold and she tried to help, to no avail. My mother died not long 

 

after this. I grieved and mourned for weeks praying and praying that she would come back, however she didn't.

 

I had to get on with my life and see the world. I was young, I had no idea as to how my life would turn out, I just simply 

 

didn't care. I was an average teen who enjoyed running around the city, singing, hanging out with my friends and listening 

 

to my fathers stories of old. One day he took me fishing in a small secluded forest outside Malinor. This was a rare 

 

occasion. Me and my father did not get along very well but I saw this as an attempt to build a solid bond. However, this 

 

was not his intentions. After a good several hours of fishing, we set up camp. We had caught nothing and I felt a great 

 

downfall upon my heart but it was only fish, not a big deal, My father told me that he had killed my mother and that I was 

 

not safe. At first I didn't believe him, I couldn't. He told me to run. Again, I couldn't. He was begining to change. His 

 

skin starting to turn black. I then ran

 

Here is where my story will start.

 

Ambitions for the Future: I want to become apart of the Royal guard.

Personality: I am a strong willed/minded elf who admires magic and would one day love to become a mage. My litteracy is 

 

above average however sometimes I may be a little too overconfident.

Skills: I love bow's. I am a proficient Archer. I can lead. Just like my mother, I am a strong, Independant Elf who relys 

 

only on ones self to fullfill all of thy needs.

Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/908338/elf-archer/

Any other details you wish to share about your character:

 

____

 

 

Answer: At first Mali'Hiy is dazed. Stunned by the fact that his own are mistreating something so innocent. Mali then 

 

clenches his fists, walks over to a nearby tree, climbs it and pulls out his bow. He shouts out, hidden, "Men. Leave this 

 

young one alone or feal the wrath of Malin.". The men snigger again and grab the elf. I shoot one arrow then hop to the 

 

next tree, still in cover I then shoot another elf however not fataly as I do not want to kill only maime. I proceed to do 

 

this two more times until the men release the boy and scamper off injured. Once they leave I jump to the jungle floor and 

 

help the boy up. He looks frightened and I can see terror in his poor innocent eyes. I whisper in his ear "Youngone. It is 

 

not everyday luck like this is given to any of us so please do not come into the forests alone.. especially at this age". 

 

I then move my arm as if to say go on home. The elf picks this up and leaves, glad to have been spared.

 

 

Answer: Mali'Hiy sprints over to the man with lightning speed!. He notices that the man is aged and in grave pain. He 

 

tries to comfort the man as best as possible but the man draws blood. Mali fears it is too late but carries the man to a 

 

nearby outpost. Mali does not know that the outpost is a bandit outpost. He shout's for help, they come. Armed to the 

 

teeth. Their leader takes the gold filled pouch and grins. "Well. This will come in handy". I plead to him to help the 

 

poor man. The bandit pretends not to hear and continues to walk with his men now feeling confused as this man lay's dying. 

 

Mali then picks up the mans walking stick and throws it forcefully at the bandit and shouts again. This time in tears. 

 

"Please! you've got to do something. This is an innocent man!". The bandit turns, takes his sword and kills the man. Mali 

 

Run's back to Malinor in terror as what he has just witnessed will change his life forever.

 

 

Answer: "Sorry sir but I am afraid I have no time to haggle with traders at this moment in time. Please do accept my most 

 

humble apologies and have a great day!". The trader then shout's back "Listen mate. I have a family to feed. I haven't 

 

made enough minas to put a single loaf of bread on the table in Three days. My family are starving half to death. They 

 

have been stealing and begging to survive. My wife now has been imprisoned and is sentenced to death. I need money to try 

 

and bribe the guards. Please!". Mali's heart opens up and a single silvery, wispy tear forms at the bottom of his right 

 

eye. Mali aproaches and hands the trader 500 Minas, His savings. He then say's "I have no use for this my friend. You have 

 

no need to thank me. This should be enough to buy bread and free your wife. I'f there is anything I can do please only 

 

call my name and I shall be there. May Malin look upon all in their times of trouble and need.". Malin departs and the 

 

trader gets ontop of his carriage and drives home.

 

 

Minecraft Account Name: sly_f0x

How old are you?:14, 15 in march.

Time-Zone: GMT

Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I swear to uphold all rules.

What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: Not very many but I have an "rpish" side to me!

How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I have known about this server for a long time.... and I've decided now that I have my new computer, that I would give this server a try.

Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: None.

Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): 

Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes!. I will try my best to make a totaly unique and distinct character.

 

 

Role-playing: Role-playing, to me, is when you create a character with it's own set of unique abilities and personality traits! which differs from everyone else.

Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is when you take OOC information and use it IC.

Power-emoting: Power-emoting for example is when you make a "GOD" character. e.g (Player 1 instantly kills player 2 and steals all of his money).

 

 

Full Name: Mali'Hiy

Current Age: 444

Sub-race (if any): High Elf.

Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long):

 

When I was a young Elf, the past, not long ago, The world seemed so vast, beautiful and vivid. I would play with others like they were family. More than family. I treated everyone as best as I could except for this dark elf whoose name I can not recall. Me and him were like Fire & Ice. We did not see eye to eye at all. Troubles started when I was around 102. Ohh how I can remember those days *smiles* When the air was fresh, the fruit ripe on the trees and the sun splitting the stones. Those were the days the earth will remember along with everyone else who has lived to see them happen. I grew up in a fairly large home in Malin, my father a skilled craftsman and my mother.. Oh how her eyes shone as morning broke. She was a scientist. She believed in the betterment of our peoples combined. All races under one. My father on the other hand, was extremely patriotic towards High elves and he cursed Dark elves claiming that they are the reason for Malin's defeat. 

 

As I became a teen I realised that the world changes. People change. At first, this greatly upset me as no longer was my "so-real" world a reality. It became very dark and cold for a while. My father was to nieve to notice, but my dear mother on the other hand, loved me. She kne my world had grown cold and she tried to help, to no avail. My mother died not long after this. I grieved and mourned for weeks praying and praying that she would come back, however she didn't.

 

I had to get on with my life and see the world. I was young, I had no idea as to how my life would turn out, I just simply didn't care. I was an average teen who enjoyed running around the city, singing, hanging out with my friends and listening to my fathers stories of old. One day he took me fishing in a small secluded forest outside Malinor. This was a rare occasion. Me and my father did not get along very well but I saw this as an attempt to build a solid bond. However, this was not his intentions. After a good several hours of fishing, we set up camp. We had caught nothing and I felt a great downfall upon my heart but it was only fish, not a big deal, My father told me that he had killed my mother and that I was not safe. At first I didn't believe him, I couldn't. He told me to run. Again, I couldn't. He was begining to change. His skin starting to turn black. I then ran

 

Here is where my story will start.

 

Ambitions for the Future: I want to become apart of the Royal guard.

Personality: I am a strong willed/minded elf who admires magic and would one day love to become a mage. My litteracy is above average however sometimes I may be a little too overconfident.

Skills: I love bow's. I am a proficient Archer. I can lead. Just like my mother, I am a strong, Independant Elf who relys only on ones self to fullfill all of thy needs.

Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/908338/elf-archer/

Any other details you wish to share about your character:

 

____

 

 

Answer: Usually, Us High elves would not be in this situation, But However so, I feel as if I must act. I walk over to the group and try to seek reasoning. The group appear to be intoxicated so I distract a handful of them and usher the wood elf child to report this to his parents and go home. I then quickly leave the area before suspicions arouse.

 

 

Answer: I gather the coins up and give him a small pouch that I have around my waste. I then hurry over to him to make sure he is ok and out of harms reach.

 

 

Answer: "Sorry sir but I am afraid I have no time to haggle with traders at this moment in time. Please do accept my most humble apologies and have a great day!"