ithewinner

((MC Name)): ithewinner Name: Wulfric Gulzori Race: Mali'aheral Will you require a home? (If you intend to live with someone who is already a citizen, state who): None:( Desired District: Mali'aheral Do you agree to follow the laws of Malinor? Yes of course. Desired job, current job (if applicable): Sentinel

[2:36:53 PM] : Out-Of-Character Information Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate. Minecraft Account Name: ithewinner How old are you?: 13 Time-Zone: US Eastern Standard Time Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes, Yes and Yes. What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I really do not have much experience with role-play. I was hoping to learn as I go on throughout the server. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?: I saw a video on YouTube about it. 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): Yes. Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes. Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing: The pretending of being a different person from who you are in real life. The server is based around it. Meta-gaming: Using outside contact to your advantage like using usernames which your character isn’t supposed to see. Say your friend tells you there is a bandit down the road and you use that knowledge to avoid the bandit. It is prohibited from the server. Power-emoting: Describing what happens in game and using it to your advantage. Like saying “I stab Elrond and he is paralyzed and lets me passed with ease. It is also prohibited. In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Wulfric Gulzori Current Age: 23 Sub-race (if any): Wood Elf Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Wulfric was born into a middle class family. Their village that they lived in was fairly isolated area in the wilderness was there armed forces were rarely used since the attacks and raids of the undead which today were myths told at bed-time by parents to scare their children. As Wulfric got older, the fantasy of being forgotten by the world perished. Quickly, all the towns and farms in the vicinity were destroyed by the orcs. (From Wulfric perspective) But, no one knew about the attacks because of the poor way of transporting information between our people. My mother and father were one of one of the many doing their average day my dad a lumberjack and my mother a teacher went to work as usual. The day went on until they returned home and we all sat by the fire cozily. But then the catapults started firing. My parents and I were so very confused in what was happening at the time but then, someone opened the door saying “Fire! Fire! Orcs are attacking us! Get all the women and children out! All men come with me to fight! Before my father left with his only weapon (his axe) he looked in my eyes and said to me “Wulfric if I don’t come back don’t cry just know that my soul will be watching you” and with those words he left me and my mother for his certain death. It was up to my mother to get us out of this mess. We ran outside to see the roofs of some houses thatched with straw were on fire. As we ran we could only hope the secret passage out of the village had not caved in because of the boulders the lay in the streets and of roofs of houses. Somehow we are able to make it to the well which we jumped into because that’s where the secret exit is. When we get out of the tunnel outside the town walls we could see in the distance only one thing; Smoke. After Wulfric and his mother gather all the survivors, they headed to a well-known refugee camp near Normandor. There, Wulfric learn to fish, cook, log, and most importantly use a bow. He was taught by a woman huntress to help him catch deer to feed his mother and himself. The day of the orc attack was the day he learned that orcs are too evil and believed that they were corrupted by Iblees and had to be dealt with. He also believed that no crime should be dealt with. The case of his village was put off so long, the corpses were unrecognizable because of the bacteria and mold on them. One thing they do know is Wulfric’s father died because they found his axe laying next to him smoldering and demented. Today, Wulfric is a mercenary that only takes jobs against orcs after he left the army which he served in for three years. Other than being a mercenary, he is a lumberjack who lives in a cozy cabin in the woods not far from his old refugee camp. Ambitions for the Future: To defeat the entirety of the orc army and cast them into the pits of the void for which they belong. Have a family. Also, to have a right and just world whatever the cost. Personality: Fiery, Quick to Anger, Depressed when remembering parents, Confident, Welcoming, and Serious Skills: Good with a Dagger/Bow. The best around for a lumber jack. Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): This link to imgur:http://imgur.com/gallery/7AgnNEY/new Any other details you wish to share about your character: He will beat every one when it comes to being a lumberjack (Except maybe a dwarf). 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: I see what is going on. Wulfric ”What are you are you doing to that poor boy there?” ‘Leave him alone”. High Elves “Go you away ignorant fool!” I turn around but thinking back to what my parents would’ve done I turn back towards the boy. Again I persist with the High elves Wulfric” I said leave him alone”. ‘oh look, the little wood elf’s back’ snickers a High Elf ’I wonder what he’s going to do to us, I’m so afraid!’ Within me I suddenly feel fiery anger come from within. I slowly take out my arrow and say Wulfric ”Now I’m warning you(in a high pitched voice) and you better listen, last time someone got me mad they lost their leg for it’’. High elf’ He’s just bluffing right, boss,?’’ High Elf ‘ Yah, these wood elves wouldn’t hurt a fly”. Wulfric looks at the knife now glimmering in the sunlight. 1,2,3……BULLSEYE, a fly-like sound suddenly buzzs loudly. I turn to see if I missed but, surprised to see the arrow on the tree on the exact spot I was going for. From a distance I see a tiny , little figure covered in red blood. Wulfric Hmm.. Wouldn’t even hurt a fly, I don’t think so’. The two High Elves that were paying attention to me turn to their boss and say’uh boss, uh boss, uh boss..”’ High Elf ‘ WHAT!!’ High elf’ He hit the fly’ The Boss High Elve turns around just in time to see an arrow that skims the top of his head. He yells’Wood elve your dead!’ He comes running at me at an extremely quick passé. He tries to stop so he can hurt me but seems to have slipped on some mud conviently right next to me. He slips, and falls but, seems to still be willing to kill me. Just as he is about to be standing in front of a gigantic red oak I suddenly move aside before he can even stop himself. He hits the tree with a thud and falls to the ground. Meanwhile all of this was happening his friends stood in fear like statues afraid what to do next. Wulfric yells’ You, want a piece of me too?’ Their faces turn ghostly, white and run off screaming without even checking if their friend is alive or not. I go to the boy of my own kind and ask wulfric’ Are you alright?’ He says in a frail voice thank you. Before I can ask his name, he runs off. I turn around and see why. My little friend, by the oak tree seems to have woken up and he slowly crawls toward me. I say in the most cocky way I’ve ever done; which my parents wouldn’t approve I say Wulfric ’Oh your back?’ ‘I think I liked you better unconscious, let’s try maybe a rock on your head’. I snicker and throw rock about the size of fist and the High Elf is out again. I turn to leave but, look around to make sure no one’s there. It always seems like someone’s watching my next move. I shrug my shoulder’s and walk away. 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 say are you O.K sir? I help him up and he says” thank you boy!” As a token of his thanks he gives me 5 of his gold coins and I help him pick up all the rest. I say to the old man “So, what is a human doing wandering the forests of the elves?” The old man says “I just enjoy walking the woods and the wonder of the forests.” “You don’t hear that every day from a human.” “Well I’m not the everyday human. A few weeks ago ridiculed by my people because I thought all races could become harmonious with each other like in the days of the great wars (War on Iblees and the undead with the Aegeans) so, I left into the wilderness to seek refuge with the elves and preach my thoughts to them.” “But sir, where are you headed?” “To the nearest village and I was hoping you could help me find the way there.” Well… O.K!” As we walk towards the village we continue to talk about what he preaches and begin to belive there is hope for all races to become harmonious again. 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 see a grand bow that looks amazing. I say “that’s a wonderful looking bow you have there.” Man “Why thank you sir Elf. It is made of the strongest of red wood and the string is so strong it could be shot a 1000 times and the string would never wear. Wow! I say “So.. How much for the bow? “It costs 200 minas.” “200!” That costs WAY over my budget… I guess I’m not going to be leaving here with that bow…” “Wait!” Yells the trader at me I’m willing to haggle!” I say well… I want it for 75 minas.” “75! I want to make a decent profit from it. I’ll give it to you for 175.” Being stubborn, I say “I still want the bow for 75.” What if I give you the bow for 150?” “Nope. I want it for 75 or nothing.” “I’ll tell you what. I’ll sell you it for 100 minas throw in a leather set and a few apples for the long journey ahead. “It’s a deal.” I give him the hundred minas and take the bow and put the armor on and way good-bye. About ten minutes I laugh thinking to myself of what a great deal I had gotten. The jingle of the minas in my pocket in glorious and in reality, I already had well more money than needed to buy the bow.