MysticalStranger

Sign Name: Kev'Ramos Daramos Sign Age: 108 Kethran: Pro [XX] Abstain [] Delonna: Pro [] Abstain [XX]

MC Name: MysticalStranger ------- Your name: Kev'Ramos Daramos Your race and gender: Mali'aheral, Male Your age: 84 The job you are applying for: Miner. (I can also smith) Why do you wish to join the workforce?: Because I have no job, and I feel I can help a prospering nation along with make an income with this job opportunity. List your past job experiences: None Have you ever been fired from a job?: No Are you a citizen of the Caliphate?:Not currently If not, do you wish to be?:Yes.

Hopes and dreams destroyed all in one post. I guess mages will just have to continue to drop all RP logic and become knights in MC-mechanics PVP encounters to stand any chance, considering no one ever actually RP-PVPs and just immediately goes to MC-mechanics PVP, which is 10x easier for children and memers who just can't RP. Why can't you just select certain magic types (Like the basic elements for instance, earth, fire,water,air, ect) and keep all of the other more complex wishy washy magic lore (Mind magic, blood magic, ect) to RP as it is now? This really screws any magic guilds or mages in general because of MC mechanics PVP, which almost everyone defaults to so they can avoid any RP they can't beat happening. Its toxic how much people will avoid RP combat with someone they know has magic, because logically a knight might not have a chance against a pyromancer, who could melt them alive in their armor if the have enough skill and training. It takes months to develop and learn magic in RP, and it takes maybe a month to upgrade your smiting skill to make a really good sword and armor for MC-mechanics PVP. Tons of effort to learn magic, around 2-4 months for no reward because in the end of the day say someone tries to mug you for all of your things. You can't defend yourself and burn them or anything because after they shout "Stand and deliver! Drop all of your things or die!" they are immediately in full plate out of nowhere asking if you are ready for MC PVP mechanics combat. I appreciate all the effort the Tech team does for the server, without them there wouldn't even be server plugins, but I just don't feel that this was the right choice. -1

Independence Ballot: Yes (x) No( )

((MC name: MysticalStranger)) Name: Kev'Ramos Daramos Vote: Kelthran Ilwindor.

Name: ((MCName)): MysticalStranger Origin: Asulonian Haelun'or How can you declare you are Mali'thill: My ancestors before me, my parents and grandparents all were Mali'aheral. They taught me the customs of our people, including the traditional craft of alchemy when I became of age. My blood is pure. Why do you wish to become a citizen of Haelun'or: To help defend my people so that they can advance from behind the shadow of Oren, and become the technological power they should be. What is your personal vision for our blessed race: To unite as one, and use our superior intelligence to advance far beyond the other lesser intelligent races of the realm. With our united intellect we can achieve many things. What does maehr'sae hiylun'ehya mean to you: Advancement, Purity, and intelligence. What Elven phrase do you particularly take to heart? Please explain why: maehr'sae hiylun'ehya, the only phrase our people should truly take to heart. What is the subject of the first book you will submit to the college (If you have already submitted a book, please inform the council and provide us with its name): Poetry on the wonders of smiting! What would be your reaction if you ever saw a human, orc and unknown Mali'aheral travel the roads from The Cloud Temple together: I wouldn't directly shame them in public at first, but if they make a habit of it and more collective, pure Mali'aheral or a laurir Mali'aheral were to decree them impure, I would openly claim them to be such, and shame them. Are there any other details about yourself you wish to relay to the council: Not at this time.

Kev'Ramos passes by the notice, reading it over slowly and noting the questions down in his journal and nodding his head once. "It only seems right that we do this, to ensure the purity and unity of our fellow Mali, and to confirm that they truly are Mali'aheral. We don't need or want any impure or false Mali'aheral running around Haelun'or."

I know of this IC and OOC and I plan to join on my high elf! It will be glorious.

Out-Of-Character Information Please do your best to correct spelling and grammatical errors, this is an RP server and writing is the main form of communication! What’s your Minecraft Account Name?:Mysticalstranger How old are you?:19 Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13):Yep. Have you read and agreed to the rules?:Yes What’s the rule you agree with the most?: How they enforce people to RP correctly, and if they ie "Kill me so I can go back to the monks" will perma kill the character for acting stupid like that. Keeps it mature and logical in the RP so people can't just ask for death knowing they will come immediately right back. Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense?(If so we can help clear it up! You will not be denied for having a question on the rules): No How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: I have heard about it from many people. But I know it from Slic3man. Definitions Feel free to Google the answers or browse our forums, but make sure that you write the reply in your own words, not those of another website or person! What is roleplaying?: Roleplaying is creating an identity and a character concept, then playing as that character and acting as they would in-game. Your character could act very different from what you act like, and is based around the limitation of your imagination and the server lore provided. What is metagaming?:The act of taking information found out OOC and through OOC means and using it IC. when you are IC you are suppose to only act on what you have found out IC. What is powergaming?:The act of forcing another player into doing an action and not giving them a chance. ie *Tommy tries to push Johnny over* not *Tommy forcefully pushes Tommy over onto the ground, killing him forever.* In-Character Information Now you actually make your character - be creative but stay reasonable! Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up with a character that you actually want to play. Character’s name: Kev'Ramos Daramos Character’s sex:Male Character’s race: High Elf Character’s age: 74 Biography (Please make it a decent two paragraphs long. Remember to add server lore, and events that happened to your character so that they don’t contradict history.): Kev'Ramos was born to two High elven parents in the Silver city, his parents being betrothed since they were children and never really knowing each other till they were much older. House Daramos is a very petty peasant house but it holds much 'history', and has many books detailing stories and self proclaimed tales of their houses long forgotten ancestors. Once his parents were old enough to be married they were, immediately were forced into attempting to creating an heir to the petty self proclaimed lesser noble house, taking many years before they could finally manage to conceive a child, a son and the heir they needed. Soon his grandparents that were already very old elder high elves died, and his parents then realized their house was nothing but stories and self proclaimed legends in books. His parents sold their homes in order to buy one of their own to raise their new born son. His mother was jobless and spent most of her time teaching Kev'Ramos at home, his father an alchemist who alchemically made fertilizer, selling it to local farmers to fertilize their crops in return for food. His father also made and sold healing potions to those who asked for them and any other concoction he could make and manage to sell. His father in a sense was a 'snake oil salesman', sometimes selling "Miracle" potions to travelers or nomads passing through. He would never sell to people in the city, to avoid angering any locals. His family was very poor growing up, and they didn't have much but just barely enough to survive, having grown up home schooled and learning most of everything he knows from books and his mother. One particular story he was interested in was the legendary golden pools and how his ancestors supposedly learnt of them and studies them like many of the legendary magic users. It never quite detailed what they learnt or how they learnt from them but one thing, that they found out the secrets to bring people back to life like the power of the legendary monks, but through other old magical means, being extremely vague and never quite explaining how... The stories and tales Kev'Ramos grew up learning made him curious and always interested in magic. When he came of age he was tutored with the basic concept of self defense and introduced into the local peasant militia to aid and help defend against possible raids. Once he was old enough he left home and traveled throughout the land for many years, exploring and experiencing the world around him now that he was an adult and could do what he wanted. He returned home only recently because he received a letter from the local landlord, telling of his parents death to the plague, and that the house they lived in was returned to the city. Devastated by his parents death he returned to the silver city, taking and burning his family books after learning of their truth. He learnt that they are self proclaimed tales and stories not legends or fact. He took them and burnt them, swearing to write a new story for House Daramos, the petty peasant house that he declared would be destine for greatness because that's what he could make it, or die trying. Personality Traits: Prideful, gregarious, Racist (Towards Certain races, Dark elves,Impure high elves, Orcs ect), Ambitious. Ambitions: Learn more of the legendary golden pools, Learn and achieve the same magical abilities of his ancestors before him. Strengths/Talents: Common sense, Proficient Alchemist, hearty and trained in self defense (Peasant Militia), Basic understanding of what magic is (Cannot use whatsoever, more so stories not actual magic) Weaknesses/Inabilities: God-complex, short tempered, hard headed, narrow minded, Slender High elf build, Too curious for his own good. Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): Height: 6'6 Weight: 210lbs Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guide here): https://i.gyazo.com/93d490b009fdf69056f23fc0faaa2b08.png

[b]Out-Of-Character Information[/b] Please fill out the following questions as accurately as possible, and ensure the essential details are accurate. Main Account Name:Varnasis Alternate Account Name:N/A How old are you?:16 Time-Zone:-5:00 EST Have you read, understood and agreed to the rules?:Yes What previous experience have you had in role-playing?:Yes, I have been on many RP servers. Definitions In your own words define the following terms. Do not take any definitions from elsewhere!: Role-playing:Role-playing is when you create a character based off of lore and a setting, then going into the mind set of that character and reacting to things how that character would. Meta-gaming:When you acquire information out of character and use it in character, when you would not know the information in character. Power-emoting:Power-Emoting or "Power-gaming" is when you force an action upon someone and they have no chance of defending against it. Example: John stabs his knife into Tims neck, killing him instantly In-Character Information: Complete the following biography on your character: Full Name: Uther Greymane Current Age:24 Race:Human Sub-race (if any):N/A Past / History (include childhood, major-events, etc. 2+ paragraphs long): Uther Greymane was quiet when he was born, He did not come out of his mothers womb crying, like many children in his village, he came out quiet as can be. For the first 4 hours of child birth he did not make a sound, the village elder thought something was wrong with him, but then he slowly began to cry, and thus Uthers life began. Uther was a very quiet child, never playing with any of the other children in the village, always sticking to himself, pretending to be an adventurer and attacking "Mighty trees" with his "Stick of fury!". He always had fun by himself, smiling happily and giggling. But one day a small group of children approached him, They called him Foul names, Like "Stupid" and "Small". Uther was moderately small for his age, but he never did understand what the children men't. They began throwing rocks at him and pelting him with medium sized stones. Uther would come home with fresh bruises on his head every day. Uther didn't have much, His house was made of two rooms, one main room and one bedroom, his family was poor, His father being a drunk, and a Smith, his mother staying home most of the time to take care of Uther. Normally Uther would be beaten by his drunken father when he came home from the beating he had already gotten from the other village children. His mother would always hold him while he cried, and she would always sing him a song and lullaby him to sleep. Some say it was the stress that got to her, some others say it was Uthers fathers drunken rage every day. But Uthers mother took her own life, she hung herself in an old willow tree outside of the village. Uther was 9 when she took her own life...Uther was now alone in the world, No one to defend him from his father, no one to hug him and sing him to sleep...Uther never looked at willow trees the same again... His father didn't drink much after she passed, He always tucked Uther in at night before he went off to work at the smith, Making tools for the village to make money for food and taxes. One day when Uther was walking on the outskirts of the village, he saw a little white ball of fur hiding under a tree, It had been hiding and mewed lightly. Uther walked up to it and looked down at it, Never have seen a cat in his life. He sat down and smiled slightly as he grabbed the little ball of fur, putting it in his lap as he began to pet it, Smiling as it nuzzled his hand, rubbing up against his chest, purring happily. Uther kept his little friend with him all the time, giggling happily as they played, Uther would find a cricket in the grass and give it to the little cat, watching it paw and play with it. Uther was actually happy for once after his mother died, He had a friend in the world for once in his 10 years of life. It was late in the afternoon and Uther was walking home with his little white friend trailing behind him, They had just come back from skipping rocks down by the creek when Uther spotted the little group of village boys, They didn't notice him at first but one of them finally spotted him, Uther picket up his kitten and ran as fast as he could as tears began to stream down his face as they slowly caught up to him. He tripped on a rock in the road as the kitten dropped out of his arms to the ground. He crawled up into a ball on the ground, Waiting for the stinging feeling of rocks pelting him but he didn't , He peeked an eye out to see the boys all grouped around the little ball of fur. One boy grabbed a rather large stick and began to strike the cat hard, he could hear the sound of the wind as the boy swung the stick down at the cat, Whack, Whack, Whack. With each strike the kitten would Mew, and cry out for help, With each strike the kittens cry's of pain would slowly start to diminish. The children laughed and started kicking and beating the kitten, The kittens snow white fur, Now stained crimson red. Uther had lost his only ever friend, and was now alone in the world once more... Uther stood up, Looking at the boy with the stick as he ran towards him, forcing him to the ground as he screamed loudly, louder then he ever had screamed, Cried or whined before as he wrapped his hands around the boys neck, Gripping his neck with all his might as be began to choke him and slam his head down on the ground again, and again, and again, till the boys blood stained the dirt on the ground. The other boys tried to pull Uther off of him, but he was determined to not let go, Digging him nails deep into his neck, The boy tried to gasp and push Uther face with his hand, trying to get him off but it was too late, He finally tried to take his last breath as he fell limp, his eyes rolling back into his head as he layed there, Dead on the ground. The other boys stood there, shocked and crying, now Afraid of getting in trouble, they all ran off to their homes, Never bothering Uther again... Uther Grey up into Adulthood well, His teens went by quite fast, When he turned 15, he went to work with his father every day, Working as a smiths apprentice, He helped mate swords of the nearby collection of knights that served the Realm, It was easy work for him, all he had to do was Learn how to read and write, and keep stock on how many swords and shields were in stock. He went to the village elder three times every week to learn, the rest of the week was devoted to work. Uther worked with his father to his early twenty's when he died of old age, dying at his 54th year of life. Uther left with what coin his father had left, and a sword, Ready to make a name for himself, and prove his worth to the world, His childhood was rough, and will affect how he acts to people outside of his Village... Ambitions for the Future :Acquire enough power to defeat any and every foe he comes across. Personality:Quiet, Skills:Smithing, Moderate Swordsman ship, Appearance (this must include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Any other details you wish to share about your character: Giant-Kin. Uthers bloodline, long ago has Giants blood in it, Giving him his current height of 6'7.