Shadowmeire

[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b] Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate. Minecraft Account Name:Shadowmeire628 How old are you?:23 Time-Zone: GMT -5 East Coast USA Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: indeed What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: i used to RP a lot in high school. all Text based. also enjoy RPG genre of video games How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?: through a good friend Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/90750-elf-shadowmeire628/ Have you posted this application on the Minecraft Forum? If not, then please do so (link above):yes Have you read the Elven lore, and shall you ensure you make use of it and follow it in your biography?: yea i have Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing: Making a character, and being able to see the world through his/her shoes, regardless of the characters perspective, race, gender or caste Meta-gaming: Taking an information that you would not have under certain circumstances, and using it to your advantage (more or less screen cheating for RPs.) Power-emoting: God Moding. Being able to do something that dosn't give the other player a chance to counter EXP: Shadowmeire's kusarigama flew through the air, landing in Samuel's head with a thunk. when he tore the blade from his skull, the man was limp, and tiny parts of his brain were stuck on the poisonous blade. In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Cuiviénen started in humble beginnings. Living in Neumalin as a child, he was soon abandoned by his father, a drunkard who had fought in many wars against the Orcs. Unable to cope with his past, and feeling that he had no right to raise a son, when he couldn't take care of himself, he abandoned him one night. Cuiviénen's mother had died during childbirth. The only way he even knew of her fair face, was from pictures of her that hung from the walls. Squating in the family home for a couple months, Cuiviénen survived by either begging for money, digging through the garbage, and working for a short time in a local potion shop, where he learned basic potion making by watching the shop keeper in the back, when he was busy at work. After the owner could no longer afford to pay an extra hand, went back to begging until he could find his next job.It was during this time, when he lost his house, and everything that tied him to his family, that he took up the name of Shadowmeire, casting aside the name his mother had bestowed upon him, and taking up this new mantle. At the time, a young human couple who had set up a stall in the local farmers market happened upon Shadow one night, and asked him if he wanted to come live with them. They had the room, and the husband, Kyle, needed help in the fields, tending the corn, potatoes, and carrots that they were growing, and selling in Neumalin. Shadow graciously agreed to come with them, grabbed the picture of his mother, and left his other possessions behind. During his shot time in the household of Kyle, and his wife, Jackie, he spent a majority of his time tending the fields. Hard work to be sure, but at least he finally had a family again. He worried about his biological father from time to time, but as the years passed, it became a fleeting memory. His worry now was pulling his weight on the farm. Kyle was not a book smart man, but he taught himself enough through common sense. Kyle's way of thinking, and problem solving through simple deduction was something that helped Shadow develop as a young elf, and is something that made him what he is today. He knew he would never have the education that the nobles had, yet it was enough to help him think his way through any troubles he may run into. At year 20, he set out to leave home, and start up in the military. In his time there he was taught that a solider needs to do only one thing: Listen to orders. thinking was not something they needed him to do, just listen to orders, and fight. Fight he did, They pay was good, the food was horrible compared to Jackie's and he found out real early one thing: Elves are horrible with Swords. He stuck with a bow. He had a beautiful one picked out, a yew bow, silver string that he polished every week. After a while of being in the military however, he became restless with this weapon, It must have been fate. One day while training in the outskirts of Neumalin, he happened upon a caravan that was covered in exotic weapons. Swords sharp enough to cut parchment in a river, giant shields that stood up to his scrawny frame, and what appeared to be a simple sickle, attached to a weighted chain. The owner caught his eye at this particular weapon, it was an old weapon from the years of Asulon. The story goes that an army was tasked with killing an earth drake. After a day and a half of fighting the great beast, he was finally felled. a band of thieves and Dwarves, saw thier chance, snuck up to the carcass at nightfall, and scrapped the dragon for scales, teeth, talons, and most importantly venom. This particular weapon was made from that very husk, made of Drake Fang, and still secretes that deadly venom with the slightest prick. After hearing that tale, Shadowmeire bought it on the spot, having just enough money to buy it, and a couple meals until the next pay. Since that day, it has been his primary weapon of choice, using it to either ensnare enemy swords, or their arms, and then use the blade as a finishing blow. Eventually as the years progressed, Shadowmeire's family home, where he spent his childhood, was burned and razed by the war between Humans and Dwarves in the lands between Kingston and Neumanlin. Today he mainly resides in Neumalin, although he is said to wander around the lands as he sees fit, always trying to learn how to do something better than he currently can... always striving to be a better man than his biological father was. Full Name: Shadowmeire Hanatori Current Age: 351 Sub-race (if any): High Elf/ Wood Elf hybrid. been told that he would be considered an altered Wood elf if that was the case. Ambitions for the Future: To one day settle down with a family of his own. Peace, tranquility is what he is seeking. Personality:Shadow is a very laid back individual, who has given up on trying to control fate. He just does the best he can with what he has, Now, the big kicker here is don't piss him off. He has been known to fly off the handle when provoked, and hes really deadly with his Kusarigama. He's been bested in a spar by a couple of people, but it dosn't mean he wont try his luck. Skills:Potion Making, Farming, Long range weaponry are his specialty, with his poisoned kusarigama and a bow and arrow. Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Height: 5'11 Weight: 130 lbs Fair skinned Black hair Green eyes Muscular build, usually wearing a purple shirt and blue pants with lots of room for manuverability a scar below his left eye, hardly noticeable Medium length ears 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. ____ [b]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:"OI! whats going on over here?" Shadowmeire called out to the gang of elves. they were surrounding a fragile looking elven child, thier shoulders lined up so he could barely see the small frame of the child. "This rat has stolen something of ours and we want it back!" One of the more surly elves cackled back at him. "Oh really? And it was something precious enough to gang up on THIS small child? that seems a bit out of place, dontchu think?", a sour face appeared on Shadow's face as he dropped his traveling cart, and reached for a drink "Dont move a muscle!" Shadow stopped reaching for his water jug and stared blankly at the elf, who had arched a bow string at him, staring down the arrow shaft, and back at the other 4 elves with him. " I think you may have stolen something from us as well, now that im thinking about it" Shadow now realised that these elves were probably a vagabond group who lived in these woods, takeing advantage of the narrow road to steal from travelers. "I think you should move on, and Ill be taking the child with me, as well." He was unafraid of the bow, he new that this was probably a farce act that he used on most people. After all, the skill of Wood Elves with a bow was well known throughout Anthos. "I said to stop moving," the other elves now drew thier weapons. Two drew Throwing knives, and one drew a small flail. As Shadow crept closer and closer to the girl, two daggers flew by his face, one knicked his face, right below the left eye, he flinched at the cut,and cursed under his breath. "i said to stop moving, and while your at it, drop your bow, we dont want any trouble." He stopped this time. took his bow off his back, and threw it on the ground at their feet. As they were inspecting the weapon, he unraveled the chain from his upper arm, and the blade of the kusarigama fell to the ground. "Hes got another weapon!" yelled one of the elves but it was too late, the chain was tightly around the bowman's throat with the blade of the sickle curving around his exposed throat. "Now, i said let her go, with me, and we can forget all this unpleasantness. Give me the girl, and ill spare this elf's life." His voice was deeper now, deadly serious, as his eyes gazed at the other three elves from the hair of the bowman. They relented and allowed the girl to go, she hopped on his cart, obviously a little shaken from what was going on. Shadow let the bowman go, and took his own yew bow from him, and threw it to the girl who caught it and placed it on the cart, along with the rest of his belongings. The four ran off, frantically bounding through the woods till all they could see were trees. "Well, that was a bad way to end the day. Are you ok, young one?" No answer Shadow looked behind him, only to see the young girl was gone as well.... " And where the hell is my wallet?................. Ugh what a hassle!" He shrugged it off after looking for both his wallet and the girl for about a half hour. there was no scent,and no tracks.... so he picked up his cart and continued down the road. 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:O,O "HEY OLD TIMER!" Shadowmeire yelled out to him, but only heard a groan, He ran up to him, leaving the coins where they layed, the only thing that concerned him was the mans health at this point "HEY OLD MAN? HEY! WAKE UP" but nothing happen, he wasn't dead, he still had a pulse.... a shallow one, but still a pulse. Shadowmeire grabbed his canteen, and started pouring water on the old mans face. The old man woke up with a start, sputtering from the trace amounts of water that ran into his nose, wide eyed, as if expecting an attack, he cubbed Shadow in the head with the walking stick in his hand. "OW you old bastard watch where your swinging that thing! Are you alright?" "Eh? oh yes im quite all right! I was simply taking a nap that is all. not sure what you overreacted for, Octavion, but there was no need to pour water in my face!" "Octavion? who is that?" Shadowmeire mumbled to himself "Everyone knows about you Octavion, the dark haired elf, who safeguarded Merith for a fortnight against the Orc seige?" he collected the coins, while sewing his coin satchel "Well old man, if your well, i'd best be on my way?" Shadow shrugged his pack onto his back, and grabbed the cart. "Im about to set up camp, why don't you stay a while and listen to some old legends, Octavion?" The smell of bacon was more than Shadow could resist, so he heeded the old mans words, and played the part of this young Octavion he was mistaken for. Dawn was creeping over the land before he finally made his way towards home. 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: It was a set of three carriages, all of them selling a different set of goods. One cart was selling weapons, with a squire showing off the craftsmanship of blades that could cut through a melon and be undeterred by the fruit, there was another selling armor. Vast metal armor that must have weighed as much as Shadowmeire did. All of them were gaudy and ornate however, probably a piece to sit in the house of a noble, where he could brag about how many orcs he slew in it. The third and final Carriage, however is what he was looking for. Basically a tavern on wheels, He needed a good drink. He sat down at the barstool, opened up his money satchel only to find that he was lacking in money. "What can i do for yeh today?" It was a huge, monster of a man. His arms must have been half the width of Shadow's whole body, and knew why too: There was a monster broadaxe behind the counter, no doubt used to deal with the wretches who would try to steal a drink or two. "Unfortuantly, im out of money, so your finest water!" A small smile appeared on his face, "Or can i trade you something for a drink today?" The bartender lifted an eyebrow at this "Watchu got in mind, little elf?" "Uh...", not expecting that as an answer he started rummaging through his bags "Little elf... im not little.... im about average sized.... AH Here it is!" He lifted a small dagger, even though it was orcish made, it was still, in its own deadly way, a beautiful weapon, with an onyx encrusted hilt. "Aye that will do. How about ill give you 10 minas and you can have a drink with it as well, for such a nice piece" He took the dagger, and thrust it into the back counter, shaking all the bottles that lined the wall. "Cheers." Shadow drank in deep, and sat there for a while, trading stories with other travelers until the mobile tavern closed up shop.

ha! let them come.

so we are talking not as tall, possibly darker skin, and not as strong or agile, but possibly still the green eye color, and darker hair, yes?

yeah i understand the power gaming bit and ive been working on revising this. thanks for all of the info, as it is really going to help me get Shadow into the community. Hes a character i used to use to Rp, and was actually an Elven Werewolf. He'd go beserk on red moons in a world that i created for a story. ive been trying my best to alter him to fit because i know him so well. I just really wanted to know about the mixed elf bit, as i thought it was strange to continue hearing about 'make a character you will like, yada yada,' and then hearing no you can't do that. Once again thanks so much for the input as its really going to help me out with Shadows revised bio

So I had a application for a High Elf named Shadowmeire that was rejected for not being a full blooded High Elf, and was told that application for Wood Elf, High Elf hybrids was now being rejected, my biggest question is how can that be rejected, when it even says in the lore that those mixtures between High elf, Dark Elf, and Wood Elfs have been done, just highly frowned upon. I understand that you want to keep with the nobility type of high elf, but my character is not your typical stuck up high elf because of his upbringing, a point i tried to make clear in my application. Now im not trying to fight the system, i just wanted to know why it can't be done, when it says clearly in your lore that it has happen.

[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b] Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate. Minecraft Account Name: Shadowmeire628 How old are you?:22 Time-Zone:GMT -5 (East Coast USA Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?: Indeed What previous experience have you had in role-playing?: I used to roleplay quite a bit while in High School, and am a fan of RPG- genre video games. Its not about the graphics, its about the storyline. How did you hear about the the Lord of the Craft?:through a good friend. Link any applications that you have previously made for the server:yes 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?: Indeed. Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing: Taking the role of a person, thier experiences, memories, and emotions becoming your own in order to fully immerse yourself in their lives, and step into their shoes. Meta-gaming: This is more or less the screen cheating of the RPing world. being able to obtain info that you otherwise wouldn't be in possession of. Power-emoting:God Mode. being able to do as you please whenever you want to. In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Shadowmeire Hanatori Current Age:215 Sub-race (if any): High Elf Past / History: Shadowmeire was born in Leumalin, and when he turned 10, his father, a High Elf of the City Guard, and also a drunk from past war campaigns that took place while he lived in the Normandor Barracks, left his family. His mother, a wood elf, couldn't take the pain of his loss, and took the easy way out: Eating a golden Apple, and erasing his memory; as well as the memory of her son. After being orphaned at such a young age, Shadowmeire took his few belongings and started to live, begging for a living by night, and working in a local Potion shop during the day. It helped him make enough money to feed himself, and buy a small dagger that he used to protect himself while living in a small grotto on the outskirts of the town. Eventually, someone took notice of the young elf, and decided to allow him to live with them. A young couple of Humans, Kyle, and Jackie. The couple lived in thier own little cottage inbetween Kingston and Leumalin. It wasn't much. Mostly farming the cabbage, carrots,and potatoes that were sold at the market, and tending the horses but the hearth was warm, and he finally had a family, whether they were of his own race or not, it did not matter. He was also well educated. Jackie had made sure that he was taken to school everyday, regardless of the human children who made fun of Shadowmeire for his long ears and fair skin, he made sure to make friends while there, otherwise there was no escape from his chores. When he turned 20, he bid farewell to his family, and started military training in Normandor, unaware that this was the same place where his Father had lived, slept and bled. Over the course of the next couple hundred years Shadowmeire had become proficient in more than just Archery, but had taken a liking to melee warfare, accumulating a great store house of custom made blades, flameberge, bows, polearms, and maces. However, his weapon of choice, has remained the Kusarigama, a weapon his adopted father, had made sure he knew how to wield when he was still living on the farm. He currently owns one that is dipped in the poison of an earth drake he slew on his way to his family home about 50 years ago. Almost as a curse though, when he finally was discharged from the military, all that training had made his mind and body as sharp as any blade around, but his keen intellect made it far to difficult to woo a woman, as he could easily see through their charms and games. It was all just a ruse anyway. The human woman just wanted to be with a High Elf such as himself, and the other elves he has such a small amount of contact with, it was like a foreign territory for him to even contemplate their mindset or how to approach them. It was almost like his own race.... intimidated him a bit... Ambitions for the Future: Eventually Shdowmeire wants to one day have a family of his own, but it is not something he is actively seeking. Other than that there are no future plans. Personality: Shadowmeire is a person who is a mixture of contradictions. Having no close ties to his Elven heritage, he still has a lot to learn of their ways. However, he is a quick learner and once he believes he has fully learned something, he will move on to something else, in order to expand his horizons. Hes is otherwise very layed back, takeing a liking to reading under the tress (or in them) on his days off, or just spending time in his personal garden whenever he decides to stay put in one place for more than a season. Otherwise it is constant training. His body is tuned and sharper than any blade from all the constant training with his kusarigama, and he is proficient in several martial arts, including Kusarigamajutsu, Ninjutsu, and Kick boxing. He has spent very little time with women, as Jackie always taught him that a woman is a sacred part of nature and not to be trifled with, and indeed he saw many times the fighting between Kyle and Jackie, and came to learn of a womans scorn. He remembers very little of his biological mother, however, after what she did, he decided to not take a keen intrest in love affairs. If it happen naturally it would happen according to Fate, not his own ambition. Which is sad, as when he got older, and spent time in a couple hamlets, the children always naturally gravitated to him, and he would teach them some of the things Kyle had taught him, such as how to ride a horse, and how to take care of the earth. Naturally given his upbringing on the farm, he was taught early on that theft, and begging are unacceptable ways to obtain coin, especially when he has two strong legs that work perfectly fine. He has always worked his absolute hardest for the things he has, but with that being said, he is not above helping the world around him. If he saw a person in trouble he would easily help them out without a second thought. He also has no liking for the concept of money, only the things that it can bring him. As, once again, what good are thing that are not made by using your own ability, strength and perseverance? Skills: Potion making (intermediate) Farming, husbandry, forging (intermediate), Archery, Swordplay, Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Ive added an OLD sketch of Shadowmeire from when I used him for old text based RPs on Gaiaonline. [b]Open-Response-Questions[/b] [i]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.[/i] ____ [b]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?[/b] Answer:"OI! whats going on over here?" Shadowmeire called out to the gang of elves. they were surrounding a fragile looking elven child, thier shoulders lined up so he could barely see the small frame of the child. "This rat has stolen something of ours and we want it back!" One of the more surly elves cackled back at him. "Oh really? And it was something precious enough to gang up on THIS small child? that seems a bit out of place, dontchu think?", a sour face appeared on Shadow's face as he dropped his traveling cart, and reached for a drink "Dont move a muscle!" Shadow stopped reaching for his water jug and stared blankly at the elf, who had arched a bow string at him, staring down the arrow shaft, and back at the other 4 elves with him. "Marrick, i don't think we should be messing with him! He has a military crest on his shirt from Normandor!" "What some military grunt is going to stop us? We own these woods!" Deftly, Shadow moved over to the child while they were argueing, and placed her on the cart. "Are you ok?" he asked her, wiping tears out of her eyes, and starting to asses the damage they had caused her.... she reminded him of himself when he was a child... so alone... so... strong... it was in her eyes. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?" yelled Marrick, the arrow loosed straight for Shadow's exposed flank, but before it could reach its target he reached out, grabbed the arrow and threw it back at one of the other elves with a single movement.It hit its target in the ribs with a thunk, and he balled over on the ground. "Im taking this child with me for medical assistance, what ever she took from you was either a lie, or she just needed help, either way i would be ashamed to help crooks such as yourselves." He pulled his Kusarigama out of his bag, and started swirling the weighted ball at the end of its chain "Now, if the rest of your dont want to be seriously wounded, i would suggest you leave at once." Marrick rolled his eyes, "Fine, Kacey, get Rei, its time to go." They picked up their wounded comrade, and bounded through the woods, the one named Rei, howled in agony at the arrow poking his ribs as the ran off. Shadow looked down, only to see the young girl was gone as well.... " And where the hell is my wallet?................. Ugh what a hassle!" He shrugged it off after looking for both his wallet and the girl for about a half hour. there was no scent,and no tracks.... so he picked up his cart and continued down the road. [b]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?[/b] Answer:O,O "HEY OLD TIMER!" Shadowmeire yelled out to him, but only heard a groan, He ran up to him, leaving the coins where they layed, the only thing that concerned him was the mans health at this point "HEY OLD MAN? HEY! WAKE UP" but nothing happen, he wasn't dead, he still had a pulse.... a shallow one, but still a pulse. Shadowmeire grabbed his canteen, and started pouring water on the old mans face. The old man woke up with a start, sputtering from the trace amounts of water that ran into his nose, wide eyed, as if expecting an attack, he cubbed Shadow in the head with the walking stick in his hand. "OW you old bastard watch where your swinging that thing! Are you alright? "Eh? oh yes im quite all right! I was simply taking a nap that is all. not sure what you overreacted for, Octavion, but there was no need to pour water in my face!" "Octavion? who is that?" Shadowmeire mumbled to himself "Everyone knows about you Octavion, the dark haired elf, who safeguarded Merith for a fortnight against the Orc seige?" he collected the coins, while sewing his purse "Well old man, if your well, i'd best be on my way?" Shadow shrugged his pack onto his back, and grabbed the cart. "Im about to set up camp, why don't you stay a while and listen to some old legends, Octavion?" The smell of bacon was more than Shadow could resist, so he heeded the old mans words, and played the part of this young Octavion he was mistaken for. Dawn was creeping over the land before he finally made his way towards home. He was a couple days late, he knew his mother would be worried about him if he didn't get home soon. [b]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: Shadow pulled out his wallet, the small bulge was starting to get kinda heavy from all the orc patrolls he had found and stealthy obliterated and sacked all of the Menas and gold nuggets from those outposts. Two sacks of Menas and a sack of gold he was going to give to Kyle so that he would have money for meat the upcomming winter months. "800 Menas.... should be plenty." there was a rather large Scythe in the back that he wanted to buy for his father, but upon futher inquiry it was being sold for 1200. "ugh, i dont want to spend any of the nuggest on another weapon. its just more to cart around... and i have plenty of pole arms at home that i could just use..." He scratches the back of his head, his glossy black hair catching a breeze that was wafting a scent of meat through the woods. he was nearly home, if he kept going he would make it by nightfall. Just as he started to walk away, the merchant yelled out "WHOA hold on there! name your price, i have to get rid of some of this stuff to make it to Leumalin this month! can you help a simple vendor out?" A smirk appeared on Shadow's face, he knew that would happen. " How about 500 Menas then?" he asked the merchant as he walzed back up to the carriage. The merchant almost flinched at this price and then looked at him, "Look Mr, thats about the amount i have into this Scythe, and i can't really break even on this, if you could just come up enough i could make a bit on it, i would appreciate it, as would my family back in Leumalin." An annoyed look took over Shadow's face he knew that feel, and it killed him knowing he was about to ask it "How much more you need to be able to part with it?" "At least 700" "Fine, done." Shadow counted up the Menas, gave them to the merchant, chucked the battle scythe on his cart, and continued down the road, glad to finally me almost home. He knew Jackie had an apple caramel pie waiting on him at home, and was eagerly awaiting to hear any news from some of his old friends.