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What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: 3xRainbowCakesx3 How old are you?: 16 Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): yes Have you applied to this server before? (Please link all past applications): Yes (my friends thought it would be funny to make some changes to my last one.) https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/133076-denied-pending-ariens-applicantion/ Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes What’s the rule you agree with the most?: no metagaming Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense?: No, they are all fair. How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: Suggested by friends. What is roleplaying?: to pretend to be something other than yourself. What is metagaming?: Using out of game info for your advantage. What is powergaming?: Making one's actions against another player always successful without giving the other player freedom to act. Character’s name: Arien Character’s gender: Female Character’s race: Wood Elf Character’s age: 103 Biography: Long ago in the forests of Celios, Arien lived with her mother and father in a small cottage along the bank. One day, human bandits came along and pillaged the poor elven home, and stole all their valuables. Arien’s mother and father tried with all their might to fight off the bandits, they were able to kill most. However, there was to many. Her parents were overwhelmed by thieves and were eventually killed. Arien was able to flee with her life after being ordered by her mother to flee as far as she can so she can at least have a chance of survival. So Arien did. she ran and ran and ran, until her scrawny legs could not take her go any farther. One night after three days wandering the woods, she had came across a village, a human village. At first she was frightened to enter, but knew she had no choice, she was hungry. She mustered up the courage and stalked into the village trying her best to make no noise. The homes in the village windows were still lit and the roads empty. Walking down the street she came acrossed a grocery. The fruits and veggies were still out and had not been stored away yet. Her little stomach let out a humongous roaring grumble at the sight of the food waiting to be eaten. She grabbed as many as her little arms could carry and skedaddled off. She made it halfway down the street before she was grabbed by the back of her collar. Because of her sudden halt, she had dropped all the fruit and bruised them. A very large muscular man had caught her by the collar. He didn't look like a much. He wasn’t a guard, and he sure wasn’t a bandit, he was a normal middle-aged villager. His name was Moe, Moe the blacksmith and weapons trainer. He had taken Arien back to his house where his pregnant wife had cooked dinner for her. His wife’s name was Angie and she was almost in her third trimester of pregnancy. They had offer Arien a place within their home if she had agreed to help around the house and the smithy, since Angie was no longer able to do her chores for long periods of time. There Arien felt at home, and there she had stayed even after Moe’s death. Because of Arien’s long life span she had grown into a young elven adult alongside Moe’s only son, Maylin. They together ran the smithy for some years. Before Moe’s pasting, he had taught Arien everything he knew of swordplay and archery. One morning she had decided to leave the smithy to find her own destiny. She knew she was leaving the smithy in good hands. Maylin and his new wife Florence now ran it as his mother and father once did. She said her final goodbyes to her friends and headed off to the country of Vailor. Personality Traits: Loyal and usually tries to be funny. Ambitions: To find a life of my(Arien’s) own Strengths/Talents: Is good with a sword and bow, Knowns a little about smithing, Weaknesses/Inabilities: easily angered. Appearance: Green almond eyes, long dark chocolate hair, white skin, slim but toned build, soft features. Skin Picture:

What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: 3xRainbowCakesx3 How old are you?: 16 Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): yes Have you applied to this server before? (Please link all past applications): Yes (my friends thought it would be funny to make some changes to my last one.) Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes What’s the rule you agree with the most?: no metagaming Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense?: No, they are all fair. How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: Suggested by friends. What is roleplaying?: to pretend to be something other than yourself. What is metagaming?: Using out of game info for your advantage. What is powergaming?: Making one's actions against another player always successful without giving the other player freedom to act. Character’s name: Arien Character’s gender: Female Character’s race: Wood Elf Character’s age: 103 Biography: Long ago in the forests of Celios, Arien lived with her mother and father in a small cottage along the bank. One day, human bandits came along and pillaged the poor elven home, and stole all their valuables. Arien’s mother and father tried with all their might to fight off the bandits, they were able to kill most. However, there was to many. Her parents were overwhelmed by thieves and were eventually killed. Arien was able to flee with her life after being ordered by her mother to flee as far as she can so she can at least have a chance of survival. So Arien did. she ran and ran and ran, until her scrawny legs could not take her go any farther. One night after three days wandering the woods, she had came across a village, a human village. At first she was frightened to enter, but knew she had no choice, she was hungry. She mustered up the courage and stalked into the village trying her best to make no noise. The homes in the village windows were still lit and the roads empty. Walking down the street she came acrossed a grocery. The fruits and veggies were still out and had not been stored away yet. Her little stomach let out a humongous roaring grumble at the sight of the food waiting to be eaten. She grabbed as many as her little arms could carry and skedaddled off. She made it halfway down the street before she was grabbed by the back of her collar. Because of her sudden halt, she had dropped all the fruit and bruised them. A very large muscular man had caught her by the collar. He didn't look like a much. He wasn’t a guard, and he sure wasn’t a bandit, he was a normal middle-aged villager. His name was Moe, Moe the blacksmith and weapons trainer. He had taken Arien back to his house where his pregnant wife had cooked dinner for her. His wife’s name was Angie and she was almost in her third trimester of pregnancy. They had offer Arien a place within their home if she had agreed to help around the house and the smithy, since Angie was no longer able to do her chores for long periods of time. There Arien felt at home, and there she had stayed even after Moe’s death. Because of Arien’s long life span she had grown into a young elven adult alongside Moe’s only son, Maylin. They together ran the smithy for some years. Before Moe’s pasting, he had taught Arien everything he knew of swordplay and archery. One morning she had decided to leave the smithy to find her own destiny. She knew she was leaving the smithy in good hands. Maylin and his new wife Florence now ran it as his mother and father once did. She said her final goodbyes to her friends and headed off to the country of Vailor. Personality Traits: Loyal and usually tries to be funny. Ambitions: To find a life of my(Arien’s) own Strengths/Talents: Is good with a sword and bow, Knowns a little about smithing, Weaknesses/Inabilities: easily angered. Appearance: Green almond eyes, long dark chocolate hair, white skin, slim but toned build, soft features. Skin Picture:

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What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: 3xRainbowCakesx3 How old are you?: 16 Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): yes Have you applied to this server before? (Please link all past applications): No Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yess What’s the rule you agree with the most? no metagaming Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? No, they all seem fair. How did you find out about Lord of the Craft? Suggested by friends. What is roleplaying?: to pretend to be something other than yourself. What is metagaming?: Using out of game info for your advantage. What is powergaming?: Making one's actions against another player always successful without giving the other player freedom to act. Character’s name: Arien Character’s gender: Female Character’s race: Wood Elf Character’s age: 103 Biography: Long ago in the forests of Celios, Arien lived with her mother and father in a small cottage along the bank. One day, human bandits came along and pillaged the poor elven home, and stole all their valuables. Arien’s mother and father tried with all their might to fight off the bandits, they were able to kill most. However, there was to many. Her parents were overwhelmed by thieves and were eventually killed. Arien was able to flee with her life after being ordered by her mother to flee as far as she can so she can at least have a chance of survival. So Arien did. she ran and ran and ran, until her scrawny legs could not take her go any farther. One night after three days wandering the woods, she had came across a village, a human village. At first she was frightened to enter, but knew she had no choice, she was hungry. She mustered up the courage and stalked into the village trying her best to make no noise. The homes in the village windows were still lit and the roads empty. Walking down the street she came acrossed a grocery. The fruits and veggies were still out and had not been stored away yet. Her little stomach let out a humongous roaring grumble at the sight of the food waiting to be eaten. She grabbed as many as her little arms could carry and skedaddled off. She made it halfway down the street before she was grabbed by the back of her collar. Because of her sudden halt, she had dropped all the fruit and bruised them. A very large muscular man had caught her by the collar. He didn't look like a much. He wasn’t a guard, and he sure wasn’t a bandit, he was a normal middle-aged villager. His name was Moe, Moe the blacksmith and weapons trainer. He had taken Arien back to his house where his pregnant wife had cooked dinner for her. His wife’s name was Angie and she was almost in her third trimester of pregnancy. They had offer Arien a place within their home if she had agreed to help around the house and the smithy, since Angie was no longer able to do her chores for long periods of time. There Arien felt at home, and their she had stayed even after Moe’s death. Because of Arien’s long life span she had grown into a young elven adult alongside Moe’s only son, Maylin. Them together ran the smithy for some years. Before Moe’s pasting, he had taught Arien everything he knew of swordplay and archery. One morning she had decided to leave the smithy to find her own destiny. She knew she was leaving the smithy in good hands. Maylin and his new wife Florence now ran it as his mother and father once did. She said her final goodbyes to her friends and headed off to the country of Vailor. Personality Traits:Loyal and usually tries to be funny. Ambitions: To find a life of my(Arien’s) own, To be rich, To bear children Strengths/Talents: Is good with a sword and bow, Knowns alittle about smithing, Weaknesses/Inabilities: easily angered. Appearance: Green almond eyes, long dark chocolate hair, white skin, slim but toned build, soft features and long legs.