tl0120

*Fark walks up to the bullition board at Malinor and hammers in a price of paper* Where is a good place to find iron?

*fark returns and posts the following on the board* Wood elf, age 304, strong and able bodied.

*Fark walks up to the bullition board in Malinot and nails a paper on the board* Elf working for a job. Good with a bow. Can also handle himself!

Minecraft Account Name: tl0120 How old are you?: 14 Time-Zone: eastern Standard Time Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I played on some roleplaying servers with friends in the past. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft: My friends were talking about it, so I asked for a link, and came here. Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/89564-tl0120s-new-applacation/ Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-anthos-officially-t-h-e-1-roleplay-server/page__st__3200 Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography: Yes I have read the elven lore. Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing: The act of assuming roles made up, so that you and/or others can take the lives, roles, and struggles of made up characters. Meta-gaming: In roleplaying games, it refers to when a character comes across an object that the player itself knows of, but the character they’re playing as should have no knowledge of it. It also my refer to for example a conversation that is said in whispers that is said ingame. The player shouldn’t know what they are saying, but they can see what they type down. Power-emoting: Also known as ‘God emoting’, Is the act of using phrases such as John slices of David’s head. It’s not liked much in any roleplaying community, because it forces the ability of the player whom is being emoted on to loose freedom. In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Fark Dilii Current Age: 308 Sub-race (if any): Wood Elf Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Ambitions for the Future: Fark was raised as any other Wood elf would be. I took his parents decades to have him. Finally, one faithful day Fark was born. He was a shy boy when he was young. He wouldn’t play much with the other few wood elf children his age. He would only practice archery at his parents’ home. Thus, he became a very good shot. Whenever Fark did play with other children, Fark would be teased for his brown hair. All the other wood elves would have such nice hair, but poor Fark had short brown hair. When he came home in tears, his mother asked him why he was so upset. Fark replied with he hated his hair, and everyone would make fun of him. His mother told him, “The best fruit, is not the color of the skin, but the intensity, and flavor within.” When Fark was 104 years old, His father started to become very violent. He would be found at the bar at times, so Fark and his mother spent most of the time together. His mother and Fark became very close. Every night before he went to sleep, his mom would tell him of stories, of Wood elves, and trees. One night However, Fark’s father came home very drunk. Fark’s mother yelled at him for never being home with her or his son. Fark was lying in his bed trying to sleep over the yelling. Then suddenly all he heard was his mother screaming. Fark jumped up, and ran to the kitchen only to see his intoxicated father looking at the bloody dagger in his mother’s limp body. Fark ran out of his home screaming for help. The neighbors started to run out of their home sto see what’s wrong. When they saw Fark’s father come out with a bloody dagger, The men talked Fark’s father to the ground. The next day Fark’s father was sentenced to execution. Fark was distraught at both his parents gone. When the blade came down on Fark’s father’s head, Fark just sat on the ground crying. As everyone in the crowed started to head home, Fark stayed behind just watching them clean up his father’s body. Fark soon felt a warm hand on his shoulder. It was his grandpa. Fark’s Grandfather took him in after the incident. On the first night at his grandpa’s home, Fark made a promise to himself; He wanted to never let something like this happen to anyone else. Good or bad, No child should lose both their parents. As the years went by at his grandpa’s home, He taught him the art of Archery. He showed Fark tricks and tips about the perspective of your target. He also made sure Fark had a good education. He would make Fark read one book every day, or he wouldn’t get supper. Fark’s grandpa was an old man, 1082 In fact. He was very wise, yet strong. He taught Fark with a firm hand, yet with a soft touch. Fark began to think of his grandpa as his father. One day, for his grandpa’s birthday, Fark wanted to catch a wild pig and cook it for his grandfather’s dinner. Fark went into the forest around noon. He told his grandfather he was going to fetch some wine for his birthday. Secretly however, Fark had already got a barrel from the local tavern. As fark head into the forest with his trusty bow, He encountered a armed skeleton! Fark’s eyes lit up and he darted behind a tree. He was sure the skeleton didn’t see him. Trying to think, he remembered his grandfather’s lesson on ranged combat. “Always head for the higher ground” He would say. “It gives an advantage of being unseen and you don’t have to worry about arrow drop as much. Fark shimmied his way up an oak, and hid in the branches. Fark Notched his arrow on his bow, Pulled back, Fark held his breath, He felt as if time itself slowed down. He released the arrow and saw it fly through the skeleton right temple. He watched as its lifeless body fell to the ground. Fark rushed over to the body to see as if it was dead. He was relieved to know he wouldn’t have to shoot it again. Fark prayed to his fore father Malin, and god for forgiveness on this poor soul. As Fark looked up he saw a unsuspecting pig drinking from a river. He quickly notched his bow and took an easy shoot at the back of the pig’s head. He put the pig in his hunting sack, and dragged it back home. When Fark returned home, His grandfather scolded him. “Never lie to me Fark! This is how you get killed!” “Please forgive me grandfather.” Fark said bowing his head. “I will but remember, the one whom lies to the rest, is the one who will soon be laid to rest.” Fark’s Grandfather said with a sharp voice. They ate well that night, eating the whole pig. Fark went to sleep that night making another promise, that he would never lie to anyone, or thing. By the time Fark reached 200 years old, His grandfather became ill. “Fark, I want you to know, I always thought of you as my son.” He said lying in his death bed. “I will Grandfather, I always will.” Fark said with tears in his eyes holding his hand. “Then my most dear Fark, I wish you a good life.” His grandpa says, drawing his last breath. Fark began his adventure the next day. He wanted to see the world, and meet its people, Fark wished to find not fame, or fortune, just the wisdom and peace of the world. He also strived to stop any evil he could. A good hundred years later he came across a wagon on fire. He rushed to it, only to find a large crater. He then heard a scream. He rushed into the direction of the scream to see two skeletons firing arrows at a man as he ran. One arrow hit him in the back of the kneecap and he collapsed to the ground. Fark quickly climbed a tree, Looked down on the skeletons going in for the kill, and fired two fast shots at the monsters. He was too late however one of the monsters already fired a arrow into the skull of the man. As the monsters collapsed Fark rushed to the man. He lay by his side, and prayed for his soul to be blessed. He buried the body and remembered that day forever, the day that he couldn’t save someone, and they were lost to evil. Fark plans to find his inner peace before he gets old, and to vanquish evil from where ever he could reach. Personality: Very quiet, speaks only when needed or spoken to, Wise and conservative as well. Skills: Archery, tactics, parkour, and conserving Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Any other details you wish to share about your character: There is a side of him that’s joking or humorous only once and a while. He enjoys a cup of milk, over a bottle of mead any day, fearing what happened to his father would happen to him. He enjoys climbing trees and lies awake at night, thinking and wishing he had a guild or a home. Somewhere he could call his own. Maybe even someone he could call his own. 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 older elves are mocking a small elven child. How do you react? Answer: I approach them as a responsible adult would. “What’s going on?” I would ask in a stern voice. “Nothing mister!” One of the elves would pipe up in surprise. “We were just joking around, that’s all, I swear!” Another older elf said in concern. “Run off you boys.” I say as I watch them leave with their heads down. I kneel down to the sniffling young elf and give him some advice. ”Whatever someone says, or does, don’t ever forget that, Keep it in your heart, use it as your motivation. Let it remain with you, and inspire you.” “Thanks mister” The young elf says forcing a smile. “No go run off!” I say in a joking matter. As I continue you on my way, I fell as if I felt a side of me I never have felt. I Begin to think of my childhood, and am glad that I am doing what I’m doing, and don’t regret anything I have said or done. 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 rush to his side, retrieve his stick and help him on his feet. I would offer him to walk him to the next town over. If he declines I offer myself as an escort to his location. I would follow him to the farthest lands just to make sure he is safe. If he offers any reward I would decline it. 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 would walk over, and look at his wares in silence. If I see something that catches my eye, I’ll ask him how much for it. If it’s anything I can’t afford or have I would wish him a good day and carry on my way. If I do however see something I desire, such as some more arrows or a new bow. I’ll give him my dead price. “I’ll give you two hundred minas for the new bow, and 10 minas for the set of arrows, take it or leave it.” Fark said staring into the merchant’s eyes. “How does 250 minas for the bow sound?” The merchant replied with a smirk “I said two hundred for the bow; I won’t go any higher than that” I say with a straight face. “Deal.” The merchant says with a smile. “Here” I say dropping two hundred and ten minas in his hand. “Have a good day sir!” The merchant says waving goodbye. “Also good merchant, I suggest you head that way to the nearest town.” I say pointing to the west.

Minecraft Account Name: tl0120 How old are you?: 14 Time-Zone: eastern Standard Time Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I played on some roleplaying servers with friends in the past. How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft: My friends were talking about it, so I asked for a link, and came here. Link any applications that you have previously made for the server: Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above): http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-anthos-officially-t-h-e-1-roleplay-server/page__st__3200#entry22734266 Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography: Yes I have read the elven lore. Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing: The act of assuming roles made up, so that you and/or others can take the lives, roles, and struggles of made up characters. Meta-gaming: In roleplaying games, it refers to when a character comes across an object that the player itself knows of, but the character they’re playing as should have no knowledge of it. It also my refer to for example a conversation that is said in whispers that is said ingame. The player shouldn’t know what they are saying, but they can see what they type down. Power-emoting: Also known as ‘God emoting’, Is the act of using phrases such as John slices of David’s head. It’s not liked much in any roleplaying community, because it forces the ability of the player whom is being emoted on to loose freedom. In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Fark Dilii Current Age: 308 Sub-race (if any): Wood Elf Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Ambitions for the Future: Fark was raised as any other Wood elf would be. I took his parents decades to have him. Finally, one faithful day Fark was born. He was a shy boy when he was young. He wouldn’t play much with the other few wood elf children his age. He would only practice archery at his parents’ home. Thus, he became a very good shot. Whenever Fark did play with other children, Fark would be teased for his brown hair. All the other wood elves would have such nice hair, but poor Fark had short brown hair. When he came home in tears, his mother asked him why he was so upset. Fark replied with he hated his hair, and everyone would make fun of him. His mother told him, “The best fruit, is not the color of the skin, but the intensity, and flavor within.” When Fark was 104 years old, His father started to become very violent. He would be found at the bar at times, so Fark and his mother spent most of the time together. His mother and Fark became very close. Every night before he went to sleep, his mom would tell him of stories, of Wood elves, and trees. One night However, Fark’s father came home very drunk. Fark’s mother yelled at him for never being home with her or his son. Fark was lying in his bed trying to sleep over the yelling. Then suddenly all he heard was his mother screaming. Fark jumped up, and ran to the kitchen only to see his intoxicated father looking at the bloody dagger in his mother’s limp body. Fark ran out of his home screaming for help. The neighbors started to run out of their home to see what’s wrong. When they saw Fark’s father come out with a bloody dagger, The men tackled Fark’s father to the ground. The next day Fark’s father was sentenced to execution. Fark was distraught at both his parents gone. When the blade came down on Fark’s father’s head, Fark just sat on the ground crying. As everyone in the crowed started to head home, Fark stayed behind just watching them clean up his father’s body. Fark soon felt a warm hand on his shoulder. It was his grandpa. Fark’s Grandfather took him in after the incident. On the first night at his grandpa’s home, Fark made a promise to himself; He wanted to never let something like this happen to anyone else. Good or bad, No child should lose both their parents. As the years went by at his grandpa’s home, He taught him the art of Archery. He showed Fark tricks and tips about the perspective of your target. He also made sure Fark had a good education. He would make Fark read one book every day, or he wouldn’t get supper. Fark’s grandpa was an old man, 1082 In fact. He was very wise, yet strong. He taught Fark with a firm hand, yet with a soft touch. Fark began to think of his grandpa as his father. One day, for his grandpa’s birthday, Fark wanted to catch a wild pig and cook it for his grandfather’s dinner. Fark went into the forest around noon. He told his grandfather he was going to fetch some wine for his birthday. Secretly however, Fark had already got a barrel from the local tavern. As fark head into the forest with his trusty bow, He encountered a armed skeleton! Fark’s eyes lit up and he darted behind a tree. He was sure the skeleton didn’t see him. Trying to think, he remembered his grandfather’s lesson on ranged combat. “Always head for the higher ground” He would say. “It gives an advantage of being unseen and you don’t have to worry about arrow drop as much. Fark shimmied his way up an oak, and hid in the branches. Fark Notched his arrow on his bow, Pulled back, Fark held his breath, He felt as if time itself slowed down. He released the arrow and saw it fly through the skeleton right temple. He watched as its lifeless body fell to the ground. Fark rushed over to the body to see as if it was dead. He was relieved to know he wouldn’t have to shoot it again. Fark prayed to his fore father Malin, and god for forgiveness on this poor soul. As Fark looked up he saw a unsuspecting pig drinking from a river. He quickly notched his bow and took an easy shoot at the back of the pig’s head. He put the pig in his hunting sack, and dragged it back home. When Fark returned home, His grandfather scolded him. “Never lie to me Fark! This is how you get killed!” “Please forgive me grandfather.” Fark said bowing his head. “I will but remember, the one whom lies to the rest, is the one who will soon be laid to rest.” Fark’s Grandfather said with a sharp voice. They ate well that night, eating the whole pig. Fark went to sleep that night making another promise, that he would never lie to anyone, or thing. By the time Fark reached 200 years old, His grandfather became ill. “Fark, I want you to know, I always thought of you as my son.” He said lying in his death bed. “I will Grandfather, I always will.” Fark said with tears in his eyes holding his hand. “Then my most dear Fark, I wish you a good life.” His grandpa says, drawing his last breath. Fark began his adventure the next day. He wanted to see the world, and meet its people, Fark wished to find not fame, or fortune, just the wisdom and peace of the world. He also strived to stop any evil he could. A good hundred years later he came across a wagon on fire. He rushed to it, only to find a large crater. He then heard a scream. He rushed into the direction of the scream to see two skeletons firing arrows at a man as he ran. One arrow hit him in the back of the kneecap and he collapsed to the ground. Fark quickly climbed a tree, Looked down on the skeletons going in for the kill, and fired two fast shots at the monsters. He was too late however one of the monsters already fired a arrow into the skull of the man. As the monsters collapsed Fark rushed to the man. He lay by his side, and prayed for his soul to be blessed. He buried the body and remembered that day forever, the day that he couldn’t save someone, and they were lost to evil. Fark plans to find his inner peace before he gets old, and to vanquish evil from where ever he could reach. Personality: Very quiet, speaks only when needed or spoken to, Wise and conservative as well. Skills: Archery, tactics, parkour, and conserving Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Any other details you wish to share about your character: There is a side of him that’s joking or humorous only once and a while. He enjoys a cup of milk, over a bottle of mead any day, fearing what happened to his father would happen to him. He enjoys climbing trees and lies awake at night, thinking and wishing he had a guild or a home. Somewhere he could call his own. Maybe even someone he could call his own. 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 older elves are mocking a small elven child. How do you react? Answer: I approach them as a responsible adult would. “What’s going on?” I would ask in a stern voice. “Nothing mister!” One of the elves would pipe up in surprise. “We were just joking around, that’s all, I swear!” Another older elf said in concern. “Run off you boys.” I say as I watch them leave with their heads down. I kneel down to the sniffling young elf and give him some advice. ”Whatever someone says, or does, don’t ever forget that, Keep it in your heart, use it as your motivation. Let it remain with you, and inspire you.” “Thanks mister” The young elf says forcing a smile. “No go run off!” I say in a joking matter. As I continue you on my way, I fell as if I felt a side of me I never have felt. I Begin to think of my childhood, and am glad that I am doing what I’m doing, and don’t regret anything I have said or done. 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 rush to his side, retrieve his stick and help him on his feet. I would offer him to walk him to the next town over. If he declines I offer myself as an escort to his location. I would follow him to the farthest lands just to make sure he is safe. If he offers any reward I would decline it. 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 would walk over, and look at his wares in silence. If I see something that catches my eye, I’ll ask him how much for it. If it’s anything I can’t afford or have I would wish him a good day and carry on my way. If I do however see something I desire, such as some more arrows or a new bow. I’ll give him my dead price. “I’ll give you two hundred minas for the new bow, and 10 minas for the set of arrows, take it or leave it.” Fark said staring into the merchant’s eyes. “How does 250 minas for the bow sound?” The merchant replied with a smirk “I said two hundred for the bow; I won’t go any higher than that” I say with a straight face. “Deal.” The merchant says with a smile. “Here” I say dropping two hundred and ten minas in his hand. “Have a good day sir!” The merchant says waving goodbye. “Also good merchant, I suggest you head that way to the nearest town.” I say pointing to the west.