Out-Of-Character Information Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: Apple_Calister
How old are you?: Sixteen
Time-Zone: US Central
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes.
What
previous experience have you had in role-playing?: GW2, Silver age,
Book of Halegron, Road to Ages, Various forum RP’s, God of Kings
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft? From my friend Evilbanana5757
Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: Nada.
Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):
Have you read the Human 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 act of presuming a character purely made from your imagination.
Meta-gaming: Using information obtained from an OOC resource IC.
Power-emoting:
Controlling another person’s character or making your character
stronger then possible also doing two actions in quick recession giving
the other character no chance to do a counter-action. In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Alice Innero
Current Age: Twenty six.
Sub-race (if any): Nada.
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): I was born into a brothel in the back-alleys of Oren, where the rats are
about as famous as the rich. My mother was a profitable hostess, though
she managed to find time for me when she wasn’t ‘working’ to feed and
clothe us both. Life was simple back then, when I spent my days running
through the alleys with the other sewer-rats, smiling and laughing just
because the sun would still be there in the morning. The sun stopped shining when I turned ten. For weeks, my mother had been
talking about how we were going to get out of the brothel soon; how we
would have a house with a hearth and beds and everything the rich folk
had. One night, two weeks before my birthday, she left on a job and
never returned. She’d said it was important and shooed the other women
away when they worried over the client. I waited for days and days,
sitting on the brothel’s front steps watching countless men and women
come and go, ignoring my friends when they wanted to play. As dusk set
on my tenth birthday, she still had not returned. Mother had not left any savings for me; not even a single coin. I survived off
of the other women for a time, but what they were willing to give was
hardly enough to feed a dog, let alone me. I tried to join the other
hostesses, but I was too young to pursue such work. In the end, I found
myself on the streets. No food, no friends, no family; only the dirt
under my nails and the rags around my shoulders. I was on the brink of starvation when she found me; a travelling
mercenary named Aianna. She plucked me off of the streets, gave me
clothes to wear and food to fill my belly. It wasn’t long, though, until
I saw the ugly part of her life; fighting, and sometimes killing, for
money. I’d never seen blood before, never known violence. But how she
carried herself that way, how she never showed even the slightest hint
of fear or weakness, inspired me. I knew then that I wanted to be like
Aianna, to become as strong and independent as she was. I was surprised how quickly she agreed to take me on as a partner, though
it turned out to be a harder task than I’d imagined. Aianna was no kind
teacher, and I had a lot to learn. As a swordsman, I was useless; I
simply hadn’t the strength to wield a blade. Instead, I was handed a bow
and quiver and told to shoot straight. It was unfortunate that Aianna
was no archer, and I was left to learn on my own how to use the thing. It has been seven years since my meeting with Aianna she left when a few
months after I had turned nineteen. She told me I was strong enough to
survive on my own. She said "Forge your own path in life, you do not
need me to forge it for you." Through the seven years I have trained
myself to use the bow as best as I can. I have been forced to leave Kalos for a great number of people were
evacuating the land, taking boats over to an unexplored land called
Anthos. On the journey there I met an old dwarf who goes by the name of
Rotri, and an interesting fellow at that. Ambitions for the Future: To find a proper job for herself.
Personality: Quiet and untrustworthy,
Skills: Good with a bow.
Appearance
(this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Alice
stands at five foot nine, she has long curly brown hair. Her attire is
ragged as she cannot afford anything too fancy, it is made up of a baige
shirt and brown pants. Any other details you wish to share about your character: 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.
Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure
stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly
up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you
do?
Answer:
As
Alice walks into the human capital she notices a shady man stalking his
way up to the palace where the emperor sits. She looks around for any
nearby guards, noticing one close enough to shout for, though taking a
moments judgement she decides not to shout for him, for it would alert
the shady character that he had been noticed. So instead she jogs till
she is within talking distance of the guards, “Excuse me, sir?” "Yes? How can I be of assistance?" "Over yonder, by the palace and seems quite shady, I suppose you should
take action." The guard nods and signals for another guard to follow
him, approaching the figure it begins to run away, eventually ending in a
chase leading into the city's alleyways. 2.
Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large
clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an
unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two
heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed
with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react?
Answer:
Alice hears some men yelling in an area nearby and decides to
investigate. As she clears the brush away from her cover she sees a
feeble old man attempting to defend himself with a short from two
intimidating bandits. She observes as the men put a blade to the old
man’s neck and say some words which she cannot make out. Looking down at
the longsword she carries she sighs as she would be no use against two
fighters with a weapon she could barely wield. Looking back into the
scene one last time she see’s the old man’s neck being cut and blood
gushing from the wound, she quickly averts her eyes from the scene and
runs off into the forest. 3.
You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a
small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and
notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that
he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is
willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do?
(Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that
happens).
Answer:
Alice walks up to the appealing stall, and looks around at their wares.
She spots that he is selling some meat, which she is in dire need of. “Would you like anything, lass?” The storekeeper says as he sees Alice examining the goods. Alice nods at him and replies “Some salted pork would be nice.. What is your price on it?” “Seven gold per slice.” “That shop over there sells it for five gold per slice.” She says as she points to another shop selling meat. “Ohh. But our pork is more tender than there’s.” “Alright then..” She says as she begins to walk away. The shopkeep see’s this and quickly says “Six gold per slice would suffice.” Alice
smiles and turns back reaching in her pocket in order to grab a few
coins. She sets the coins on the table as the shopkeeper slides the meat
across the counter.
Out-Of-Character Information Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate. Minecraft Account Name: Apple_Calister How old are you?: Sixteen Time-Zone: US Central Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes. What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: GW2, Silver age, Book of Halegron, Road to Ages, Various forum RP’s, God of Kings How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft? From my friend Evilbanana5757 Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: Nada. Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Have you read the Human 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 act of presuming a character purely made from your imagination. Meta-gaming: Using information obtained from an OOC resource IC. Power-emoting: Controlling another person’s character or making your character stronger then possible also doing two actions in quick recession giving the other character no chance to do a counter-action. In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Alice Innero Current Age: Twenty six. Sub-race (if any): Nada. Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): I was born into a brothel in the back-alleys of Oren, where the rats are about as famous as the rich. My mother was a profitable hostess, though she managed to find time for me when she wasn’t ‘working’ to feed and clothe us both. Life was simple back then, when I spent my days running through the alleys with the other sewer-rats, smiling and laughing just because the sun would still be there in the morning. The sun stopped shining when I turned ten. For weeks, my mother had been talking about how we were going to get out of the brothel soon; how we would have a house with a hearth and beds and everything the rich folk had. One night, two weeks before my birthday, she left on a job and never returned. She’d said it was important and shooed the other women away when they worried over the client. I waited for days and days, sitting on the brothel’s front steps watching countless men and women come and go, ignoring my friends when they wanted to play. As dusk set on my tenth birthday, she still had not returned. Mother had not left any savings for me; not even a single coin. I survived off of the other women for a time, but what they were willing to give was hardly enough to feed a dog, let alone me. I tried to join the other hostesses, but I was too young to pursue such work. In the end, I found myself on the streets. No food, no friends, no family; only the dirt under my nails and the rags around my shoulders. I was on the brink of starvation when she found me; a travelling mercenary named Aianna. She plucked me off of the streets, gave me clothes to wear and food to fill my belly. It wasn’t long, though, until I saw the ugly part of her life; fighting, and sometimes killing, for money. I’d never seen blood before, never known violence. But how she carried herself that way, how she never showed even the slightest hint of fear or weakness, inspired me. I knew then that I wanted to be like Aianna, to become as strong and independent as she was. I was surprised how quickly she agreed to take me on as a partner, though it turned out to be a harder task than I’d imagined. Aianna was no kind teacher, and I had a lot to learn. As a swordsman, I was useless; I simply hadn’t the strength to wield a blade. Instead, I was handed a bow and quiver and told to shoot straight. It was unfortunate that Aianna was no archer, and I was left to learn on my own how to use the thing. It has been seven years since my meeting with Aianna she left when a few months after I had turned nineteen. She told me I was strong enough to survive on my own. She said "Forge your own path in life, you do not need me to forge it for you." Through the seven years I have trained myself to use the bow as best as I can. I have been forced to leave Kalos for a great number of people were evacuating the land, taking boats over to an unexplored land called Anthos. On the journey there I met an old dwarf who goes by the name of Rotri, and an interesting fellow at that. Ambitions for the Future: To find a proper job for herself. Personality: Quiet and untrustworthy, Skills: Good with a bow. Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Alice stands at five foot nine, she has long curly brown hair. Her attire is ragged as she cannot afford anything too fancy, it is made up of a baige shirt and brown pants. Any other details you wish to share about your character: 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. Whilst in the mighty human capital you notice a dark-clothed figure stealthily making his way towards the Emperor’s palace - he is clearly up to no good. There are guards within shouting distance - what do you do? Answer: As Alice walks into the human capital she notices a shady man stalking his way up to the palace where the emperor sits. She looks around for any nearby guards, noticing one close enough to shout for, though taking a moments judgement she decides not to shout for him, for it would alert the shady character that he had been noticed. So instead she jogs till she is within talking distance of the guards, “Excuse me, sir?” "Yes? How can I be of assistance?" "Over yonder, by the palace and seems quite shady, I suppose you should take action." The guard nods and signals for another guard to follow him, approaching the figure it begins to run away, eventually ending in a chase leading into the city's alleyways. 2. Whilst wandering in the deep oak forest you come across a large clearing, in which sits a small cobbled cottage. Outside it stands an unstable old man armed with a small iron blade, surrounded by two heavily armed bandits - they appear to be threatening him. You are armed with leather armour and an iron longsword, how do you react? Answer: Alice hears some men yelling in an area nearby and decides to investigate. As she clears the brush away from her cover she sees a feeble old man attempting to defend himself with a short from two intimidating bandits. She observes as the men put a blade to the old man’s neck and say some words which she cannot make out. Looking down at the longsword she carries she sighs as she would be no use against two fighters with a weapon she could barely wield. Looking back into the scene one last time she see’s the old man’s neck being cut and blood gushing from the wound, she quickly averts her eyes from the scene and runs off into the forest. 3. You are standing within the mighty human capital when you notice a small man standing behind a colourful stall. You approach the stall and notice that the man is selling a variety of general goods - he says that he is selling just about anything and that he has no set prices. He is willing to allow you to haggle and choose prices. What do you do? (Explain: your haggling, items of choice and the discussion that happens). Answer: Alice walks up to the appealing stall, and looks around at their wares. She spots that he is selling some meat, which she is in dire need of. “Would you like anything, lass?” The storekeeper says as he sees Alice examining the goods. Alice nods at him and replies “Some salted pork would be nice.. What is your price on it?” “Seven gold per slice.” “That shop over there sells it for five gold per slice.” She says as she points to another shop selling meat. “Ohh. But our pork is more tender than there’s.” “Alright then..” She says as she begins to walk away. The shopkeep see’s this and quickly says “Six gold per slice would suffice.” Alice smiles and turns back reaching in her pocket in order to grab a few coins. She sets the coins on the table as the shopkeeper slides the meat across the counter.