Mick_Mack

((When will the lore be added??))

I think the mineing system is alright, though Iron is excrutiating to find. I know that there are players who want to be brew masters but iron is needed to make the barrels. I really hope an Iron mine or an Iron admin shop will be available. I understand that Iron is rare for a reason but I just think that without iron there are many things that cannot be used or are nearly impossible to get: cauldrons iron tools (for the more wealthy craftsmen) buckets tripwire (needed for barrels) Other than that I really like the system, it prevents players from being hogs of all the ore in the land and selling it for rediculous prices.

Out-Of-Character Information Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate. Minecraft Account Name: Mick_Mack How old are you?: 29 Time-Zone: Pacific Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have tried role-playing on other servers but not many people seemed interested. However I am creating a Live-Action-Role-Playing group IRL How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: Honestly, I was googleing Role-Playing Servers Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: I have none Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): Yes 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: It is when you create an alternate being and become that being. You immerse yourself into their life and into their choices. You act as if you are that person and interact with others as that character instead of as your usual self. Meta-gaming: Simple, using information obtained out of game or OOC in game or in character that you would otherwise not know or be privy to. Power-emoting: Saying “I cut you from the belly up with my rusted sword and your insides fill out onto the ground” or along those lines without allowing the other player to react. In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Aria Harrow Current Age: 21 Sub-race (if any): None Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Aria comes from a simple family, the only child the Ebony and William Harrow. She grew up in a small farming community outside Westport, it was not common for farmlands to develop as it was primarily a logging community settlement but they made due. Aria's father used to tell her stories of their kingdoms history, Aria learned to read but she preferred her father speak of the robust history of the Kingdom, she especially enjoyed the dark stories of the thralls of Undead that destroyed the once glorious land of Aegis. Her fathers ancestors originated from Aegis. Though knowing she would never do so Aria often imagined what it would be like to explore the ruins of the tainted cities. Her father told many stories of his home town, he was born and spent most of his life life in Ager. He spoke of its plentiful crops but sad history about when the Plague hit. However when he met Ebony together chose to leave their homes in search of a new beginning, he never did explain what he meant by that it was almost as if something about his home's history frightened him or mad him sad, Aria never did pry. Aria often day dreams about exploring the great cities, villages, and ruins of The Holy Oren Empire and the other lands the surrounded it. She was the pride and joy of her parents and she worked hard to keep them happy. Her family owned a small piece of land from which they grew enough crops for them to live from with a little extra to sell on the side. Time had not been kind to their home however, it was falling apart around them. Aria’s father had been gathering materials for a while with the goal to fix it for her mother, but he just did not have the time or the strength to do the work and so it continued to age with time. Even though Aria was born a girl she never was interested in the fancier side of things; she would much rather get dirty in the mud than done a pretty dress. The woods were her favorite place to explore, she was not one for sitting still as a small child and even as she grew she had the itch of an adventurer. This often gave her mother a fright; her father however encouraged her adventurous side. When she was but a child, still unsure of what life had for her Aria was often found getting into trouble usually with her friends. She was dragged home more often than not because of getting caught being places she wasn’t supposed to be. The neighbours would shake their heads and say “This girl is wild, you need to teach her where her place is, she is not a boy but she acts like it. Keep her under control before she gets out of hand.” Because of her behaviour her parents did not seem to have a lot of friends, often her parents would scold her and tell her to be more of a lady, but secretly they wanted her to be who she chose to be not what society made her out to be. When Aria turned 16 her father gave her a bow and a quiver of hand crafted arrows, he took her to woods and taught her to hunt. He told her it would be a useful skill in life and that it was a rare talent for women to have. He taught her to hunt and then he taught her how to fight. She clearly remembers the conversation she had with her father the first time she lifted a sword “Aria my child, you are growing into a beautiful woman though you are rough around the edges. There will be many who will wish you harm or wish to challenge you. It is important that you learn to protect yourself because eventually your mother and I will not be around.” From that day on Aria promised her father she would learn to take care of herself so that should a moment come when harm would come to her or her family she would be prepared. As Aria grew into womanhood she had not changed her ways. She was still a fighter and still got into trouble, clearly she did not win every brawl she got into but she was proud to say she put up a good fight. Her mother grew ill and was unable to tend to the household chores anymore and so Aria had to assume her mother’s role at home, this drove her nearly mad. She hated being cooped up in the house cooking and cleaning but she knew her mother could not. One night Aria had come home from drawing water and she found her father crying, in her entire life she had never known him to cry, he was a strong man who kept his emotions hidden for the better part of his life. When she saw those tears she dropped her bucket at that moment she knew that the worst had happened. Her mother passed away that evening breaking her father’s heart and sending Aria into a spiral of confusion. They buried her in garden because they could not afford to bury her in the cemetery. Aria’s father changed, he appeared more frail and lost than she had ever known him. He no longer wished to live without his wife. He seemed angry all the time and then one day he disappeared leaving nothing but a letter My dearest Aria, I am sorry. I cannot remain here any longer, your mother’s scent still fills the air though she has been gone a season. I must find my way again child, you are a woman now and you are strong so do not worry about me. My sweet daughter every time I look upon you it is like seeing your mother when we first married, I just cannot handle it please forgive me. I love you but I just cannot bare it any longer. Do as you wish with the farm I shall not be returning. I shall love you forever my child. Aria expected this to happen, since her mother’s death in the Fall her father would not speak to her or look at her. Aria’s first instinct was to look for him and yell at him and call him selfish but she knew better. Aria sat in the empty house for several days, going through the motions of life. She isolated herself from her friends to the point that the neighbors were calling her Aria the Hermit. Finally one day as she lay in bed staring at the broken ceiling she came to an agreement with herself, she would not waste away alone in this house instead she would repair her home and start her own life, she was a woman after all and it was about time her own life began. As she went fourth with her plans she found occasional opportunities to read the books her father left her, she hoped that inside of them would be a clue to where he had headed. Most of the books were journals he had kept throughout his life, filled with stories of adventure and great discoveries it would appear her father was not always a simple farmer. While looking through one of her fathers oldest journals she came across an entry about her mother. She is so breathtaking but often I wonder if she even notices me, my father does not approve of my leaving home but I just had to see her again. Her angel face haunts my dreams, I must go to Mireton, I must find her. Father says it is wasteful to chase a dream but I know she is not just a dream. Her name is Ebony, oh sweet angel I must find you. Mother is fretting over my leaving but she promised not to tell father otherwise I know he will stop me. The journey through the swamp lands might end my adventure but I must find her, I must have her hand in marriage I do not care what my family thinks of her, just because she is not to their standards I do not care, she is the only one for me. Aria wondered if her father would return to Mireton, or if it even existed any longer. She knew he was searching for himself perhaps he would return home. She flipped through the pages but nothing stood out for her. Ambitions for the Future: Rebuild her family’s home, perhaps search for her father. She plans to explore as much of The Holy Oren Empire as she possibly can when the opportunity arises. Personality: She is genuinely caring of others but she is also a trouble seeker. She does not take insults well and often gets into brawls over the simplest things. She has a short temper and lacks self control when she is enraged. Skills: She is a talented archer, but only in hunting efforts she has never used her bow in defence. She knows how to survive off the land and how to read the signs around her which allow her to keep her bearings and track animals as well. She does not usually get lost in the woods because she has spent most of her life in them. She can use a sword but is not very accurate with it. Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Her hair is often described as a flame red, she keeps her hair tied back all the time because it is easier for her. Her eyes are doe brown and gentle but if you look in them long enough you will see mischief in them. She is about 5 ft tall and her skin is pale regardless of how much time she spends outside, her mother said it was because of her red hair. She always wears pants made of hide or leather, she refuses to wear a dress unless she absolutely must. Any other details you wish to share about your character: She is afraid of uncontrolled fire. Her greatest fear is dying in a house fire or burning alive any other way. She is outspoken and often does not think before she talks, which usually gets her into more trouble than she wants. She has never dated, she sees men as peers and has no intention of being romantic yet, she knows that love will happen when it is meant to. Aria is not afraid of getting dirty or smelling bad for a few days, she really should have been born a boy. 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: Aria had just arrived Arethor and was exhausted from her journey. She was excited though to explore its immense structures, her father used to talk fondly of it as he had traveled to the market many times throughout the years. She worried she would become lost while she sought out answers. She had not rested much since leaving home. She was filthy, tired and hungry. Always on her guard Aria noticed a darkly clad figure sneaking towards what she understood to be the Emperor’s palace; clearly he was not wishing to be seen. Usually Aria would approach them and make a smart aleck remark but tonight she was not in the mood for trouble. She saw guards nearby and wondered if she should warn them, she had no idea if this figure was dangerous or simply did not wish to be seen. She did not wish to take a chance. “Hey you! Hey you in the armor!” She called out in her usually cocky way “I think there is someone over there you might want to watch out for.” She pointed in the direction of the stealthy figure. 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: Aria wiped the sweat from her forehead, she had not planned on hunting today so she left her bow and quiver at home, something she was not prone to doing. She had been practicing fighting against targets her father set up for her. She looked out across a clearing she had not come across before “Odd I thought I knew nearly every inch of these woods?” She saw and old man who was in danger, she was not sure how far from home she was and when she sized herself up to the men hassling the old man she knew the odds were not in her favor. She knew distraction would do nothing; it appeared that the men were after something. Aria knows that she is out-matched though it has never stopped her before; it usually caused her more pain than it was worth. She did not want to leave the old man alone but what choice did she have, she darted away from the clearing to find help, all the while hoping the old man would be okay. 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: (I also assume for the sheer purpose of this answer I can RP as the merchant) Aria chewed on a piece of dried meat as she took in the awe of the market. It was as grand as her father described. There were so many wares, things she only heard of in stories. She saw a particular stall that interested her, with a smile on her pretty face she approached his stall. “Hello sir” The man tells her about his wares and that his prices are not set, he tells her to make him on offer on anything that fits her fancy. “Well I do need a new string for my bow, I broke it last night.” She looks at his wares and sees something she can use. “That would work, how much?” The man repeats that his prices are not set and asks her to make him an offer. “Well it isn’t the strongest string I can tell that by its fibres, it will not last more than a few weeks, see here it is already fraying. I will give you 4 Minas for this string” She sees the merchant eye her up and down, she was a woman after all and she knew that she was being judged based on that fact. He shook his head and gave her a different price. “Sir that price is a bit steep for me, after all as I said this is not the highest quality string. I will compromise I will give you 6 Minas take it or leave it. I am certain that I can find better string for that price elsewhere.” The merchant sighed and accepted her offer, besides clearly this was not his last piece of old string, Aria knew that she could find that string at a lower price, it was simple quality but she needed it and she knew that the man has to make a living somehow.