Minecraft Account Name:Flareblaze5678
How old are you?:16
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:
Do you have a good grip on English grammar and the English language?:Indeed.
Have you had any previous experience in roleplaying?:yes.
Have you read and understood and agree to the rules?:I have read, understood, and agreed with the rules.
How did you hear about the Lord of the Craft?:
Link any previous applications you have made to the Lord of the Craft:i have quite a few.
Have you posted this application on Minecraft Forum? If not, post it here: http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/832121-the-lord-of-the-craft-enter-the-world-of-asulon-o-f-f-i-c-i-a-l-l-y-t-h-e-n-o-1-r-p-s-e-r-v-e-r-100-unique-gameplay/! :yes.
In your own words, define what the act of roleplaying is:Roleplaying is, in general, creating a story and acting it out in game. Role playing is taking a character you made up, and eventually becoming him or her in a game. you live through the character's thoughts and feelings. it usually includes pretending to be races from a certain mythology.In your own words, define what the act of meta-gaming is:Meta-gaming is using outside sources, such as cheat books, wikis, online articles, or the internet in general to strategize for in game dungeons, battles, and play-through. it can also be used to search what items you can find in game or cheat in general.
In your own words, define what the act of power-emoting is:power emoting, or peer gaming, is the act of making an action agains another player in game with out them knowing, such as "player A kills Player B" or "Steal X Gold from player 5" and is disliked on LOTC.
Character Name:Mono, or Miranda, Piez.
Character Race:Human Female.
Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:A little baby in a basket, sickly and small, floated down a river.Town after city, field after forest, she floated slowly, creeping alone shallow currents. She began to starve, and as she came closer to death, she became restless. a greedy woman heard her cries. She thought surely an Aengul was dyeing on her doorstep, for her cries were a heavenly melody.
She took the sick baby in, not to care for her, but to market her lovely voice. as she grew, the woman forced her, against her will, to sing whenever there was anyone around. it made her feel odd, like a show off, and she didn't like it. She had poor education, being bought by her "mother" herself, but marvelous hired singing lessons. her "mother" Became rich, rich beyond all recognition, but would spend not a dime on her child.
The"mother" never named her heavenly child, but nicknamed her "Sickly Child."
She tormented and teased her, eating rich and full dinners in front of her starving eyes and handing her only bread, locking her in her room and then running out in front of her window and getting all her friends to come and play. "Sickly Child" was sick of it.
When She turned 8, "Sickly Child" ran away, Bringing only Two loaves of bread, Some cheese, and money she stole from her "mother"'s room. On foot, she traveled many miles until she reached a great city.She could not read at the time, so she couldn't identify it. It was night, and she was getting tired, so she found a small alley where no one would find her and went to sleep.
Elanor Piez Was having trouble getting into her house through the front door, so she walked rounded into the alley behind her house. As she did, it began to rain. She ducked under her awning and began to open the door when she noticed a small child curled up against a house two doors down. she appeared to be sleeping. Elanor knew that child could die if she slept in the rain with no cost like that, so she carried her into her home.
Elanor named her Mono. she let mono use her last name, and she cared for her. in two weeks, Mono was healthy, and well fe. her golden hair shined, and her purple eyes twinkled. she was taught how to read, write, and do basic math. She identified her newfound home when she learned to read, and it turned out she lived in the human city of Arethor. There she stayed, and grew up, and learned many things.
What are your characters ambitions?:to overcome her bad experiences and be a good person in the world, like a shining beacon of love in a fog of hatred.
Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:At the time she stole money from her cruel "mother," she could not count, so she ended up taking quite a bit of money and leaving her "mother" with little left. she used that money to help pay for her education and food.
Each question here must be answered with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.
Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?Wow. He looks kinda, um, down in the dumps. I approach him.
"hello" I say to him meekly as i approach him.
" would you like to buy something" he sounds rather grumpy.
I look through his wares. there seems to be nothing of use to me on his shop. not wanting to seem impolite, i pick up a small pot.
"how much is this?" I ask as politely as i can to mask the fact i have one in my inventory.
he looks at the pot and tells me how much money i need to pay.
after i walk away, I realize its a much better pot anyways. I keep it and leave my old pot by a tree.
You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?Nope. Not going to watch this dwarf get beat up. I step in-between the dwarf and the orc, and face the orc. with my elbow, I nudge the dwarf to leave gently. i can hear his footsteps against the ground.The orc looks confused and mad.
"I'm going to fight you if you don't stop harassing people."
I prepared for him to hit me.
He slaps me so hard I fall down. I rub my head to soothe a throbbing pain. Before he hits again, I swipe his legs, and grab them, And pull down with a forceful strength. Not on purpose, he trips and falls instead of simply falling. He must have tripped on a rock. His head hitting a root as he lands. A thick branch falls on his neck and I realize in horror that he's choking.
With all my strength, I tug the branch off, and then help him up. He was confused at this act of kindness. He agreed not to harass dwarves anymore and left.
I left too.
Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:I help the poor man up. what else would someone do? I help him up and search for a bow or branch to make do for until he can find a real cane.
A Box elder branch i found seems sturdy enough, so i hand it to him.
"I'm afraid i don't ave a bag for your coins, sir" I tell him sadly. he looks at the ground. i looked too and saw a small bird. he took a coin in his beak and flew away. i giggled. it was cute.
The man smiled.
i collected the coins into a pile. afterwards, i piled them ion my skirt and used that as a holder. i walked him to a store, and bought a satchel with my own money.
After scooping in the coins, i gave him the bag. he thanked me and i replied with a polite "your Welcome."
Helping people always makes me happy.