_Me_Zebra_

+1 this magic type looks great. It's written out well and would be useful in many respects on the server. Make it happen! 

IMPERIAL CITIZENSHIP FORM

Name ((OOC Name)): Xiang ((_Me_Zebra_))

Surname/House: Jiangh

Date of Birth : 27th of Malin's Welcome, 1536

Gender: Male

Race: Farfolk

Citizenship Class (A or B): B

Physical Description

Height: 6"2'

Weight: 153 pounds

Eye Color: Amber

Hair Color: Black

Skin Color/Shade: Light-olive

Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: Lightning type scar on left eye, causing grey colour pigmentation. Tattoos resembling hawks on the inside of his ankles.

Personal Information

Home Address (Leave blank if unknown): N/A

Region of Residence (Leave blank if unknown): N/A

Profession/Occupation: Writer and poet (IG: Leatherworker and breeder)

Have you paid your processing fee (CLASS A CITIZENS ONLY!): N/A, citizen class B.

Oath(s) of Loyalty

For all classes of Citizenship (fill your name in the blanks):

"I, Xiang Jiangh, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Orenian Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred should I violate the law."

The Search for Lost Parents

~1561 - the search begins~

“An-andrian! Y-you know w-what you have t-t-to do t-today, d-dear. It’s time t-to g-get up and g-go.” Tsaer stuttered as he stumbled upstairs, his walking stick hitting the railing with every thud.

“Ehmnm,” Andrian groaned, rolling over in her bed, her legs almost falling off the edge, “okay, okay. I’ll get up, but you know I don’t want to do this. I don’t even know why you’re sending me.”

“Come, come. L-let uncle T-Tsaer t-tell you what y-you have t-to d-do.” he opened the door with his hand, the noise of his stick hitting the worm-eaten wood echoed down the empty hallway.

“Wwwwhat.” she groaned again, her eyes instantly rolling as he sat down on the rocking chair beside her messy bed.

“Y-you have to f-find your p-parents.” no hesitation as always, always so stubborn and straightforward, but somehow this is what made him such a loving guardian to Andrian. It was a shock. Her expression changed from a sort of ‘leave me alone. I want to sleep in.’ look to more of a shocked, sad, angry look. She was obviously very confused.

How would she leave all of this love and affection. It was too much. Too much to handle in her eyes. “Parents? I thought they had both been imprisoned or tortured for being ‘impure’ as you said?” Andrian whimpered.

“N-no, y-you must go, child. Y-you must d-do what is ri-r-ight my child.” he stood up from his chair, tossing a red cloth cloak adorned with a golden silk sun. His eyes glazed over as he stared out of the window, seemingly making Andrian do the same. Andrian took the cloak, stood up from her bed and walked to her uncle. She hugged him. Possibly the longest time she had ever hugged anyone.

“I shall miss you…”

“R-remember m-my child, kaean'leh e-evareh.” Tsaer smiled, ushering her on her way.

Arriving in Haelun’or, Andrian took a few last swigs from her flask. She had not imagined this illustrious city to be her new home. She didn't know if she'd even find her parents nor if she'd see her uncle again.

Snapping from her thoughts, Andrian walked over to the closest building. She looked up at it’s blue architecture - quite a sight. Fee strolled in, her cape flowing behind her as she looked up at the long ocean coloured chandelier hanging over one of the empty tables. It was clear that this place was some sort of tavern or inn. Her gaze swung around the room, scanning its contents. Even though she was rather hungry, she avoided the counter and headed down the stairs that were next to one of the tables. Once at the bottom of the stairs, the cold from the stone brick almost froze her feet. She was thankful for her heavy black boots. Andrian noticed two rooms: a small, comfy sitting area with a fire, and a corridor with lots of rooms to stay in. She almost immediately took the path to the hallway, but began to walk into the comfier room to get some rest.

After enjoying a long doze, Andrian sat up on the sofa and warmed herself in front of the fire.

“Karin’ayla?” a distant voice spoke, startling Andrian. She shuttled from her seat. Her eyes hitting a tall, pale haired, male Mali. His eyes hit hers. They both stared until Fee decided to speak up“It’s night time, llir.” she chuckled, walking over  to him. She took a seat on the arm of the sofa, “Ker’ayla.”  

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“Death is not as scary as living in fear for your life. Death is not as scary as losing everything you have around you.” - Andrian Fe’len

In Character

IGN followed by Roleplay Name: _Me_Zebra_, Andrian Fe'len.

Age: 116.

Race: High elf.

Place of Birth: Haelun'or.

Profession: Alchemist/guild leader.

Do you vow to respect the laws of Carnatia, and the Gold Corps?: Yes.

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?: _Me_Zebra_

How old are you?: 13

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

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes

What’s the rule you agree with the most?: The role-play rules.

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 found the server from a youtube video: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3AMm0f25d0

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?: When you act out a character as though you are that character, such as emoting and talking as that person.

What is metagaming?: Metagaming is when someone acts out of character in RP chat, such as saying something that your character wouldn't have known. Like if you met someone for the first time you wouldn't know their name.

What is powergaming?: The act of providing roleplay that makes you far stronger than you should be and to the disadvantage of the other players.

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:  Abby-Zeb Jewel

Character’s sex: Female

Character’s race: Wood Elf

Character’s age: 40

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’tcontradict history.):

Abby didn’t know her parents as they died when she was young. Abby's mum gave birth to her but soon after the giant worms attacked Athera and destroyed her home and killed Maya Jewel, Abby's mother. Her father, on the other hand, had died in the human civil war. Abby was alone and vulnerable. Although her Uncle, a kind and generous man, had offered to raise her as he was the only family member left. He taught her to fish, farm, bake and brew. He looked after her when she was sad about her parents; he cuddled her when she was crying. Abby was finally safe. Being a wood elf was fun except the fact that they were under the human empire of Oren, which she learned to hate.

On her 20th birthday her Uncle, Fresia Mark Jewel, gave Abby her very own horse. Abby would ride her horse every day from then on. One day she wondered home on her pony and sat down to talk to her uncle, he said he wasn’t well and that he didn’t have much time left. She didn’t know that was the last time she would ever see him again. Fresia went to bed one night and never woke up. Was Abby alone again? Or was this just fate?

Abby had decided to move to a city called Laureh'lin in Vailor, and re-build her life. She wanted to make her parents and her uncle proud of her; and that’s what she did.

Personality Traits: Kind, caring, shy, loving.

Ambitions: To have my own bakery or/and be a mage.

Strengths/Talents: I'm ambitious, loyal and proud.

Weaknesses/Inabilities: I get very shy when asked questions.

Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): 5 foot tall, pale skin, not very heavy, dark brown hair, green eyes, gold bow and blue dress.

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

(Real life Bio):

What’s your Minecraft Account Name?:_Me_Zebra_
How old are you?: 13 years old.
Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13):I understand, and think this helps the server.
Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes
What’s the rule you agree with the most?: I like the roleplay rule, in which you have to stay in character at all times unless you are talking in OOC. I've never seen a server with this much rp before!
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 found LOTC from a youtube video. 

(RP bio): 

What is roleplaying?: Its like acting in  a game. For example I am a princess elf.
What is metagaming?: Metagaming is when you do something based on knowledge that your character wouldn't have known. Like if  you met someone for the first time and said their name, when you would have to actually ask for it.
What is powergaming?: Powergaming is  doing an action before another player can react to it.
 
Character’s name: Abby-Zeb Jewel
Character’s sex: Femal
Character’s race: High Elf

Character’s Age: 18
Biography: Hello there! I am Abby-Zeb jewel, a friendly High Elf looking for a new home. Here is my story: My family come from a city called Valorian, I am their princess. My father died in the battle of Tyrian, a very aggressive war, and my people had to flee to mysterious lands; many lost, forgotten or even killed.  At only 18 I have to leave my home city and flee to find a new one, with only a few belongings with me. My mother, on the other hand, died when I was born. I don't remember her as I was only a baby. I hope that someday I can find peace and make my parents proud of me. 
Personality Traits: friendly, shy, loving, caring.
Ambitions: Becoming a strong independent princess or mage.
Strengths/Talents: loyal and ambitious. 
Weaknesses/Inabilities: I get very shy when asked questions.
Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): 4 foot, brown hair, pale skin, not very heavy, green eyes, gold bow and dress.