Lostariel Mithalu

This is about the fifth time I've tried this so I hope it works... I just need to add a note that I could not put a picture of me in, so I will try on Minecraft Forums, Out-Of-Character Information Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate. Minecraft Account Name: Lostariael How old are you?: 13 Time-Zone: North American Eastern Time Zone. Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes. What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I haven't done roleplaying in minecraft before, but I know a lot about it, mostly because I am in a role-playing club for the anglo-saxon period in real life. How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: I was on Youtube, and a video of a wedding on your server popped up on the suggestions bar. I looked at it, and thought that your server looked different from others, so I looked you guys up. 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): By the time you are reading this, I will have. 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: Where you create a character, and you play and act on the server as your character would act. Meta-gaming: Using something from a different source to base a game off it. Power-emoting: Telling people what you are doing in the game. In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Lostariel Mithalu Current Age: 162 Sub-race (if any): None. Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): She is an orphan. Her father died from an Enderman attack before she was born, and her mother fell ill and died a month after she was born. A friend of her parents' took her to a small jungle island he usually went to, so he could raise her and train her to be a warrior. When she was 150 years old, she finally finished her training. She made a boat, and sailed off the island, with a promise that she would someday come back. She kept sailing until she found land, and uses the skills her guardian taught her everyday. Ambitions for the Future: To be the greatest elfess warrior. Personality: She can get deadly when fighting mobs/enemies, but she is also very kind and social, and even gentle when she wants to be (which is a lot, unless she's fighting) Skills: Is good at protecting people, has a beautiful singing voice, and is good with enchanting. Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Gold hair, fair skin, aquamarine eyes. She wears earthly/nature colors when she is formal, but when fighting, she wears black to relatively blend in with night... plus, black always looks epic. I must add a note that I couldn't do F1 while taking the picture, so that's why you see the chat bar and inventory. Any other details you wish to share about your character: She is an Ear'quessir, or a sea elf, so she loves water, and has a strange attatchment to nighttime (no-one knows if it's because she can fight mobs, or she just likes the night.) Due to her being a sea elf, she doesn't kill squid unless for a very good reason, and she doesn't see why people kill them for no reason. She does NOT like going into the Nether, she only goes there to quickly get any brewing supplies she might need (unless she buys/trades for them). Her fears are Endermen and Wither (but mostly Wither), but she doesn't even fear Herobrine. She perfers to build or fight than to mine, but she does sometimes. She REALLY hates zombies, not in the fear sense, but in the kill sense. 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: Elves? Mocking an innocent elf child, on the brim of tears? This was disgraceful! Before they could harm the poor thing anymore, I ran in front of him (I'm going to make the child a him), and screamed “STOP THIS!” The high elves eyes glared into me, but I did not fear in the least. My guardian had trained me for such things. “Who are you to get in our way? A peasant elleth, no doubt!” The tallest one sneered. “I am Lostariel Mithalu. I am one of the few Ear'Quessir that still roam Middle Earth, and I have been trained to be a protecting warrior, and I shall not give this child in to the torment you are giving him.” I warned them in a low voice. I could feel the child's trembling hands grasp onto my midnight-black tunic, but I did not avert my eyes from the elves. Whether they were high or not, I was going to end this. “If you want us to stop, you shall have to force us too!” another said, walking up to me, and hurling his fist at me. SMACK! My fist stopped it with hardly any effort or pain. “Did I not warn you I had been trained? Or did I not tell you I was trained for 150 years?” I smirked. Then the others tried to attack me with their fists – I blocked them all with my fists, my belt containing my sword, and my bow (It was at that time I was pleased with myself for making it out of very sturdy wood). When they realized it did not work, they tried to reach out to the child and grab him. In a flash, I whipped one of my new arrows into the bow, and pulled back, ready to fire and any second. “I only use these on evil. Do not make me let go!” I growled. They all froze at the sight of my sharp weapon. One of them decided to make a chance, and go for the child again. I let loose. It flew right by his ear, whistling as it went, and hit the tree behind him. Exactly where I wanted it to go. “That was a warning. I will not miss next time.” I glared at them all. This was enough to make them all scatter. I placed the arrow on my bow into my quiver, and swung the bow unto my back. I kneeled down to the child, and asked him “Are you hurt, little one?” He just nodded, his eyes wide open. “I am sorry you had to see that. And I'm sorry I could not stop them earlier.” I apologized. He hesitated, and said “At least they are gone.” I smiled and asked “What is your name, little one?” “Tawarthion.” he replied. Tawarthion. He was a wood elf alright. “Tawarthion, can you lead me to your home?” “Yes,” he replied. “It's not far from here – I just came out to play.” I stood up, and took his hand. “When you come to play, bring an adult with you, ok?” He nodded, and keeping his hand in mine, he started to walk north, and I followed him. 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: Coins were everywhere. Gold coins, too. The man could only look up with a fearful and pained look on his face. Quickly, and before anyone could see these coins, I took out one of my brown leather pouches, and picked up each and every coin as fast as I could move. I dropped them all into my pouch, and as gently as possible, I lifted the old man up, wrapped his hand over his walking stick, and gave him my leather pouch. “Here. I picked them all up.” He looked at me with a tired face, yet glowing with relief. “Bless you, kind lady.” He stammered. Just then I heard a familiar voice yell “Lostariel!” I turned my head to see a dark-haired elfess in a simple sky blue dress walking towards me. It was Melawen, a dear friend I met on my travels. “Vedui', mellonamin!” (Hail, my friend!) I greeted her. “It has been awhile. Are you alright?” she ran to me. “I am fine, but this man isn't. You told me you had skills with healing – can you take care of him?” I asked her. “Of course.” She nodded. She took the man's free hand (I had put the bag of money in his pocket), and helped him to a standing position. “I'm still traveling to a nearby town, but I shall come soon and visit you.” I told her. “Until then.” she smiled, and she walked slowly off with the old man, and I strode north to the town. 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). These woodlands were indeed fair, as a group of humans had told me. But, it was not as fair as that wonderful island... nothing was as fair as my home. I kept on walking, until I noticed a clearing in the woods. In the middle lay a red and gold carriage, with markings of different colors on it. On the from seat of the carriage lay a human man, dressed in green and white – I wondered if he was trying to make himself look like a wood elf. As soon as he saw me approaching, he called out to me. “Hey, lassie! Where are you headed?” Strange – I had once been called Lassie when I stayed in a village last year, as a shortened term of my name. But he didn't look familiar... perhaps he called all girls that. “Only for a walk, stranger. Why do you ask me?” I asked in a reply. He smiled and said “My carriage sells just about everything, but I haven't come across many people recently.” “That is strange.” I remarked, because from what I heard, many elves visited these woods. “I'll be willing to bargain with you for a price on an item! Well?” He asked eagerly. I had a lot of supplies with me already, so I wasn't sure... but then again, I could always use brewing supplies. It would save me another awful trip to the Nether. “Do you sell magma cream, stranger?” I asked. His face broke into a smile, and he said “Yes, in fact I do!” He pulled out a medium-sized white box, with a label containing the words “Magma Cream”. “This contains about 7 lots for brewing. What are you willing to pay for this?” he asked. “I will pay you ten enchanted arrows, fire power enchantment.” I offered. He shook his head. “30.” My face fell. I didn't really want to sell a lot of these arrows... they are quite precious. “15?” I tried. “25.” he said. I couldn't do 25. I had to throw something else in. “20, and an emerald.” I said. “Make that three emeralds.” he replied. “Done.” I shook my head. He gave me the box full of magma cream, and I placed it down by my feet while I pulled out 3 glistening emeralds from my bag, and retrieved 20 arrows from my quiver, and handed the lot to him. His face changed, and he said “Oh, I didn't want to take your defenses!” “Do not worry, I still have 10 left, and I also have my sword.” I assured him. “Well, if you say it's alright.”, he took the arrows and emeralds from my hands, and placed them in his cart. “Thank you, stranger. Good luck with your selling.” I nodded, and walked off. I had yet more to see of this woodland.