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MC Name:

         Regretto

Character's Name:

         Pardon Arcanum

Character's Age:

         32

Character's Race:

         High Elf

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Fire Evocation

Teacher's MC Name:

         Livviez

Teacher's RP Name:

         Chiyo Osser

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         N/A

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, that you may no longer use it in character?

         Yes

Name: Mordred Lucerna

Age: 150

Race: Mali'aheral

MC Name: o_Clarent_o

((Skype)): You have it.

Division: Knights

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"58 diamonds, 2 stacks of aurum ingots, and 2 stacks of emeralds for the tome"

"58 diamonds and 2 stacks of aurum ingots for the tome."

Application Format

MC Name: o_Excalibur_o

IC Name: Mordred Lucerna

Age: 151

Race: High Elf

Minor Backstory: Mordred was raised in the village of Oakhearth in Athera. Upon coming of age, he has since wandered across the realm in seek of proper work. Throughout this time, he has become masterful in the enchanting arts and has practicing his hand in blacksmithing.

Name: Mordred Lucerna

Age: 151

Race: High Elf

MC Name: o_Excalibur_o

((Skype)): the_dalek_empire101

Intention: To aid the Golden Owls in any circumstance

Do you pledge yourself to the upholding of Order and the safeguarding of its Blessed Ideals?

I, Mordred Lucerna, pledge myself to the upholding of the Order and the safeguarding of its Blessed Ideals.

I'm down for objectives.

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?: Wander_Callahan

How old are you?: 15

Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Yes, I'm aware.

Have you applied to this server before? (Please link all past applications): No, I have not.

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes, I have.

What’s the rule you agree with the most?: The rule against the use of metagaming.

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 discovered this sever after searching for an RP server.

 

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 the action of acting out a particular character. Roleplaying also includes staying in character.

What is metagaming?: Metagaming is using information that your character isn't privy of to your advantage.

What is powergaming?: Powergaming is the act of forcing an action upon another player.


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: Wander Callahan

Character’s gender: Male

Character’s race: Human/High Elf

Character’s age: 19

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.): Wander's story truly begins with the bonding of his mother (A high elf) and his father (A human highlander). With the coming of Phaedrus Lle'hileia and his new formed coalition, Nostariel, a citizen of Haelun'or, fled her city, along with her brother, Urúvion, in order to escape the coming war. During this time, she came to the realisation that High Elves truly treated others as lower life forms and that their folly warranted their coming demise. However, Urúvion found her new found belief to be foolish and a mockery of her people and culture. As he began to lecture her on "The Way of the World," a group of orcs, that were hidden in the brush, jolted in front of the horse riders. They began to shriek and make it clear they were out for blood. With a vibrant flash of light, and the clear ring of a blade, the front-most orc's head toppled from his neck and landed onto the ground. There, a man stood. He quickly glanced at Nostariel and smiled. He had made quick work of the band of orcs and stated that he had been hunting them for quite some time. He introduced himself as Pardon and had asked why were two high elves so far from home. Urúvion, who was a bit flustered from the fact that a mere human had addressed them as if they were common folk, wouldn't dare dignify Pardon's query with a response. A bit annoyed, Pardon turned to Nostariel and had asked why a fair angel was so far from her lofty household. Urúvion, who was quite enraged, began to draw out his dagger. Much to Urúvion's and Pardon's surprise, Nostariel smiled and told Pardon the situation that the High Elves had gotten themselves into and how she had fled from her city in search of a place of peace. Pardon had said that his dwelling was in Oakhearth, a small village that was quiet and welcoming. He offered the both of them an invitation to his household so that they may rest but, Urúvion quickly declined and spat at Pardon for his ridiculous notion. Nostariel saw that this man had proven to be kind. He had risked his life for two complete strangers (High elves who were proven to hate the race of men at that), and had offered them a place of rest in his own home. This was clear proof that the way she had viewed the world was false. That people, who her kind considered to be lesser beings, could be brave and just as noble as any King or High Elf, if not more. She took Pardon's offer and told her brother that if he could not see the error in his ways, it would be best to part from that point on. In a fit of rage, Urúvion swore that Nostariel was not an elf and if she wanted to associate herself with filth, he would gladly part from her. She smiled and told Pardon that she was ready to follow him. Pardon nodded and watched Urúvion gallop back to the city of Haelun'or, possibly to help fend off the on-coming coalition.

Nostariel had stayed with Pardon a lot longer than expected. She began to grow rather fond of his company. When news had reached her that Haelun'or had been reclaimed, she asked Pardon if he would be willing to come with her and show the others that what they believe about other races is not at all true. Pardon smiled and informed her that he would willingly follow her anywhere. They began their journey and had traversed over many miles to reach their destination. Doubt began to gnaw at Pardon's thoughts. He knew that this wasn't going to turn out for the better. As they entered the city together, the other elves began to stare at the two as if they were categorically out of their minds. They would continue to draw the gaze and harsh remarks of many as they traveled deeper into the city, to Nostariel's home. Upon approaching the home of Nostariel, the pair were stopped by guards and asked to leave the city or be punished for their offenses. Nostariel began to argue. To ease the tension, Pardon placed his hand on her shoulder and told her they had better leave. It was at this point when a purple eyed elf approached them. Nostariel smiled and greeted this elf as her father. He vouched for the two and had told the guards that he would deal with the them. He welcomed Nostariel home and led her into their dwelling. Pardon was welcomed with a cold gaze and was told that he should leave the city for the sake of not tarnishing Nostariel's status amount the elven society. Pardon told him that he cared for her and would rather stay by her side. It was then that Nostariel came out of her home and begged her father to let Pardon stay for just one night. Still soft hearted for his daughter, he had granted her request and had said that Pardon would only be allowed to sleep in the horse stable. They both accepted and quickly entered. Nostariel began to tell Pardon of her childhood and how she spent most of her days in the garden. She would spend the night with Pardon in the horse stables and Pardon would ask her to join him in marriage. She gladly accepted and they both would spend the night in each others embrace.

Nostariel would awaken to the sound of a struggle. She would find Pardon impaled by the sword of her Urúvion and gasping for breath. Urúvion would quickly finish off Pardon and begin to curse Nostariel, having slept in the stable along side a man. Her father rushed from his residence and stopped Urúvion from further harming Nostariel. She was severely beaten and bloodied. Her father knew that she deserved much worse for what she had done. Still, having a soft spot for her, he tended to her injuries and would have no word of her act leaving the lips of him and Urúvion. He would allow her to stay for a single year then, she must leave afterwards and never return.

As the months drew on, Urúvion, and his father, never viewed Nostariel as the same person they once knew. For she was carrying the child of Pardon and it became clear that she would give birth soon. Her father knew that her child would carry on living a cursed life. One of two very different worlds. When the time came, Nostariel gave birth to her son and named him Wander. She died whilst giving birth, leaving Wander with her father. Knowing he would not live in peace in this elven city, Nostariel's father took Wander to the home of Pardon, where he would care for him. Not for Wander's sake but his beloved daughter's.

Nostariel's father raised Wander. He would guide him and show him that life was not easy. That he would be seldom accepted if others knew who he was, what he was. Wander didn't understand any of which this man was teaching him. For he was very young and carefree. When he came to age of 12, Wander had noticed something. A slight difference between him and the other children. His ears were a bit pointed and his skin was fairer. He was made fun of and was out casted by the other children. Seeking comfort, Wander had asked his grandfather (Nostariel's father) where he had came from and why was he so different and weird. He would smile and say, "It is they who are weird in their ways. They do not see you as a living being but, as a lesser form of life. But, I tell you, one's physical features does not make them weird nor lesser. It is one's actions that determine who they are. As you can see, they are the lesser people for out casting and judging a perfectly normal boy."

It would be at the age of seventeen when Wander's beloved grandfather would die from disease. Not being accepted or talked to by anyone in Oakhearth, Wander would leave in search of answers. He would to try and learn why he was the way he is. With a set of light armor, Wander would traverse throughout the land of Athera to become stronger and accepted for the way he is. It would be two years later that he would learn of what he is from Urúvion. A strange elf who had recognized a boy with a similar face to that of a Highlander and the eyes of a High Elf.

Personality Traits: Silent type, shy, inquisitive, will to fight for what he believes is right.

Ambitions: Grow in strength, try to at least know one person who'll accept him for his differences, protect and help people in need.

Strengths/Talents: Is adept at assessing any given situation. Uses stealth tactics to advantage. Handy with a sword. Decent in countering attacks. Adept in playing instruments. Keen sense for ranged combat.

Weaknesses/Inabilities: Little bit emotional. Lack of communication skills. Feels shy talking to people for the first time. Indecisive. Can't function in heavy armor. Isn't the best in conjuring magic or casting spells.

Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): Wander has rather pale skin and almost silvery hair. He's about 5'9" and weighs at about 140 pounds. Fairly lean. Grey eyes.

Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guide here): http://imgur.com/Sdyu56q