Out-Of-Character Information
Please fill out the following questions as accurately as
possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate.
Minecraft Account Name: bookworm8572
How old are you?: 17
Time-Zone: West Coast
Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Yes I
have.
What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I have participated in many public minecraft servers, but none as popular or well known as the Lord of the Craft.
How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: My IRL friend, captainkat97, recommended it to me.
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):
Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: Yes I have, and I shall.
Definitions
In your own words define the following terms. Do not take
any definitions from elsewhere!:
Role-playing: Role playing is when one takes on the skin of another character, and becomes one with him/her. You think in the character's viewpoint, and act upon certain situations with their mindset.
Meta-gaming: Meta-gaming is when one uses outside information or materials to gain an often unfair advantage inside the game. An example of meta-gaming is when a player dies, respawns, and uses knowledge from thirty Elvish minutes prior to their death.
Power-emoting: Power-emoting, or god-emoting, is when a player emotes in such a way that the responding player cannot protect themselves or prevent the emote from occurring in any way. An example of power-emoting may be something like “Jack took his diamond sword and killed all
of Bob’s livestock in the night”.
In-Character Information:
Complete the following biography on your character:
Full Name: Mayilu'lirrame (Loved Friend of the Forest)
Current Age: 100
Sub-race (if any): Wood elf
Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+
paragraphs long):
Mayilu'lirrame was born in a little village in the heart of a forest in Malinor. She became the daughter of one of the poorer families inside the village, and took joy in even the simplest
things, such as skipping rocks on the lake’s surface or having a bite more to
eat at supper. Mayilu'lirrame’s childhood was humble, peaceful, and enjoyable. Mayilu’lirrame’s
father, Chirr’igne, was a lowly wood-worker who sold beautiful carvings as a
way to support his small family. Her mother, Velulaei, was a housewife, but
would sometimes barter for basic necessities with traders with precious
treasures Mayilu’lirrame brought back from the forest. This was how their
little family thrived, even without luxurious items, they were content.
As Mayilu’lirrame grew older, rumors of a disease so threatening that it could kill you in one
Elvish day started to circle. Murmured secrets passed from trader to trader, shocking the mothers and making some of the elf children quake with fear. When Mayilu’lirrame was about 30 years old, the village leader ordered them to evacuate deeper into the forest to escape this threat everyone called the Plague. All the citizens were unhappy to leave behind their home, but what was to be done? Flight or death were the two choices to decide from.
On the crooked dirt path to find some big trees, some Elvish children were playing and
startled a rabbit out of the bushes. Curiously, it was covered in green welts, and blood dripped out of its foaming mouth. The interested children crowded around this rabbit as it twitched and dragged in its final breath, and the life faded from its eyes before them. A small girl exploded into tears as her mother came to drag her away from the vermin. Before the horrified mother’s eyes, the
small child also became covered in welts, spreading faster than a wildfire, from her legs to her arms to her face, and to the mother as well. All of the children surrounding the rabbit that were laughing a mere five minutes ago were now vomiting blood or also growing pus-like green welts. Chaos erupted, and Mayilu’lirrame’s parents grabbed her to get her out of the area, they ran. The trio ran for
miles and miles, until they were hopelessly lost and alone.
That night, sleeping in a jungle tree, Mayilu’lirrame had nightmares that her parents also had the plague. When she woke up, her worst nightmares have come alive. Both her beloved parents were surrounded in their own blood and vomit, covered head to toe in those wretched green welts. She stared in horror at her own hand, which was beginning to form the green spots. Mayilu'lirrame quickly
kissed both her parents on the cheek and dashed out of the tree, tears streaming down her face. She hibernated for 6 months in a hole in the roots of an oak tree. During those six months, she felt the pull of a Dryad, but was too weak to do anything about it. It came, and went, and she was depressed, the opportunity of a lifetime that she craved so much passed her by in the blink of an eye.
Being the strong willed and spirited elf she was, she survived the plague, but has a patch of faded scars on her palm to remind her of that dreadful day. Mayilu'lirrame often wears leather gloves to hide her scars. She pursues healing, as she wishes to help those who are also sick. Mayilu'lirrame understands how it feels to be hopeless, that she would never be cured. To this day, she roams around the forest, healing the sick, and helping out the poorer families in each village by hunting for them or just blessing them with her brightening presence to uplift any conversation or make someone’s day just a bit brighter.
Ambitions for the Future: Mayilu'lirrame plans to explore and appreciate the world around her, and she also would like to undertake magic as a serious hobby later on.
Personality: Mayilu'lirrame is a quite bubbly, outgoing yet focused female wood elf, despite her terrible past. She recognizes that she cannot change what occurred in the past, and she uses those events to shape her in a positive attitude towards the future, rather than negatively. She is always very optimistic and determined to do everything the right way.
Skills: Mayilu'lirrame, like every other wood elf, is an excellent shot with a bow and arrow, but also has the ability to heal and hunt outstandingly.
Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your
skin): http://media.tumblr.com/b2223a0056579161ca175df15a758a64/tumblr_inline_moo8n42HVP1r2xg0o.png
Mayilu'lirrame’s best features are her tangle of dirty blonde hair, and sky blue eyes that twinkle when she laughs and turn stormy when she becomes angry. Her skin is a light tan, unusually lighter than most. As any wood elf should, Mayilu'lirrame wears colors that help her camouflage into the forest such as woody brown and mossy green.
Any other details you wish to share about your character: None
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 stride purposely towards the elves that are mocking the child, and their banter stops immediately. They shove each other as they hiss “She’s a lady, be courteous!” I give them my sweetest, brightest smile and ask, “Sirs, what is going on here, if I may ask?” The elves glare at me and shuffle around until one speaks up “Nothing of your concern, miss. Carry on.” I turn to the child and say, “Oh, little one. Are you okay?” He looks up with bright green eyes, and sniffles. “I’ll take this one off your hands, you seem a bit busy anyway”, I tell the older elves. They glance over me, and my
hand possessively holding the child close, and realize that this is no one to pick a fight with. “Alright, well, move out soon because we’re going to talk about manly things now.” The elves all jeer as I wipe the tears off the child’s face, and lead him to the closest village to look for his parents.
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 race towards the old elf, and cry out frantically “Sir! Sir! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you feel pain?” A chuckle emits from under, as he states in a friendly manner, “Oops, I’ve fallen yet again!” I scoop up the rolling golden coins and slide them all back in the pouch as I tie it together tightly. I laugh with him, and say “Oh sir, here are your coins! Where are you headed? I’ll help you get there!” He sits up and looks at me, saying “What a kind young lady to do such a thing for a silly old man like me. I’d be very grateful to you if I could hold on to your arm there, OOF!” He exhales sharply as I help him stand. I ask worriedly “You’re sure you can walk? Let me get your cane!” He grabs his walking stick from me and tries to take a few steps, but cannot seem to get very far. “I have time to spare, I’ll take you to where you need to go.” I smile reassuringly at him as I lead him down the path.
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: “Ah, miss? Miss? I am a budding trader, and I wish to strike a deal with you!” a young elf says to me as I walk down the dirt path. “Well, I am in need of some more bowls to make my healing potions in,” I muse aloud. “Aha! Well, you are in luck, because I have 4 beautiful clay bowls in my hand, and I’ll give them to you for only 50 coins! It’s a good deal, miss, I don’t make things these cheap every day you know!” he announces cheerfully. “Hmm, I am in need of some high quality clay bowls. But, my friend, 50 coins is just too much to ask! How about 40? 10 coins for each bowl seems like a fair trade. ” I say, scrunching my face in thought. “Oho! I’m sorry miss, but that is too much of a deal! I’ll go as low as 48, and that is it!”the trader says, turning a shade of red. “48 coins is a little pricey.... How about 45?" I coyly ask the trader. He sighs and says "Well, 3 coins isn't going to make much of a difference. 45 it is!" I laugh aloud, gleeful that I won. "Here you go, my good sir, 45 coins for 4 clay bowls.” I say cheerfully as I drop the coins in his outstretched hands. He tells me to come back again as I walk away with 4 new treasures in hand.