About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
ZeFlame
2. How old are you?
I am 18 years old (turning 19 in three (3) days! Whoop Whoop!)
3. What country are you from?
Spain! But I promise my English will meet the standards.
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yeet indeed.
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Meta-gaming is to use OOC information to affect RP decisions, and vice-versa. For example, you hear in a Skype Group Chat that X character is a hidden assassin, therefore, next time you get online, you immediately begin to question him, or suspecting him. Or, in the most extreme cases, you begin to fight him. Another common instance of Meta-Gaming could be when you are being attacked IRP, and all your allies happen to be offline. In this case, you decide to head to Skype, and call them and tell them to get online, so that they can assist you against your attacker.
Aaaaaaaaaaaand
Power-Gaming, in the simplest term, would be forcing an action upon someone, without allowing a reaction. For example, something like: *Slashes Gareth's head off in a swift swing of his sword.*, or, *The arrow bounces off his magnificent abdominals.* (Real-Life example.) Another instance of Power-Gaming would be to give your character superhuman strength, or traits that are not likely to be had by your character. E.G: *GenericPlayer69 lifts the house and hides beneath it.*
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Nope.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Niko! (It's the one that stuck the most, since one of my closest friends is called Niko.)
8. Tell us about yourself!
Hello, I'm Ray- RayRay- ZeFlame- ZeeZee- Zee... Whichever works for you. I'm generally a cheerful, sociable guy, and I'm always down to meeting new people and to chatting with anyone that wants/needs to. That said- I'm originally from Venezuela, but currently reside in Spain- living here for over five years now!
As I said earlier, I'm 19 years old. All through my teenage years, I've been a massive fan of narrative-driven games, such as D&D, Assassin's Creed, Shadow of the Colossus, Dragon's Dogma, amongst others. From my passion for videogames and narrative, came the degree I'm currently studying, which essentially combines both my hobbies into one: Videogame Narrative & Creation. There, I'm being taught the Art side of games, the Programming it involves, Mechanics and Gameplay structuring and, of course and above all else, NARRATIVE!
As for my experience in Role-Play, I suppose I have a fair amount. I used to be ET in various RP servers, and Lore Team in another few. I thoroughly enjoy writing, although, sadly, I've had horrible experiences when sharing my work (Plagiarism sucks). I still love to share my creations, though!
I believe... I have little else to say. I'm just eager to meet y'all and, well- Fingers crossed on this being approved!
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
As I've stated before, I'm a writer. While I don't mind sharing my work, due to past experiences I've learned it's best to share it in private environments. If you're really curious to know about my writings, PM me and I will gladly send you a bit of my portfolio!
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
I was talking to a friend of mine (also an RPer) in the metro last night, and the subject of HollowWorld came up! I've heard of the server before, I just never felt... capable of meeting its standards.
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Donovan Brodrick
Character Age:
25.
Character Race:
Human.
Appearance:
Brodrick is not particularly fierce-looking, or intimidating. He has messy, long and dirty blonde hair, which spreads freely around his forehead and runs through the back of his head, a ponytail carefully reaching up to his upper back. His ears, hiding his hair, are in line with his piercing blue eyes. Slightly tanned skin, and average in build, Donovan stands at an average height for a human citizen. He blends in with the rest of the civilian life, as his looks are similar to many others’. His clothing is pirate-like, consisting of a blue coat over his white undershirt, and his hygiene is well-kept, smelling more often than not of a minty essence. He stands at 6’1 in height.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Not sure if you mean the Skin I'll be using, or the OC himself- so I'll leave this blank.
Written Test!
Please note: The backstory does include violence, but it is in no way the core of the story- it's just a glimpse of a life left behind!
“A’ight, chaps, welll… where to start. I mean, as all stories, mine started as me obnoxious little self. I was brought to this world by Alexander and Sophia Brodrick, two assholes aboard of a ship of a larger crew of assholes with a fancy title: Pirates. Lads o’ the sea. I myself never identified as one of them; don’t think I ever will. You see, although my parents attempted to drive me into the savage life, I’ve always been more of a peaceful lad. I don’t believe in raining hell upon anyone I encounter, unless the bastards really deserve it. That’s where me and my parents differ, or even me and the ship’s crew. Although, I must admit, I do love their style. Hence, why I look like one of ‘em myself.”
“Within my first years of childhood, I was trained in the art of wielding a sword. Pft, art... Anyways, I immediately felt a passionate link for blade-wielding; it showed, I’d assume. I was never able to hit anything, let alone do any significant damage to it; I was too weak. But boy, did I love swingin’ my blade about. Within months of making an arch-nemesis of a wooden pillar - our only real training ground -, and arduous failed training, the entire crew had given up on me becoming a fighter. Then, they made me resort to cooking for the men instead. That’s where I developed my passion for cooking. Finally, some sort of escape to the life of a savage, that of drinking, pillaging, boarding innocent ships and ravaging, only to repeat the process the next day. So I cooked.”
“When I had hit my teenage years, around the age of sixteen, I had decided enough was enough. I never got along with my parents anyway, so I didn’t bother saying goodbye. When the time was right, I just… leaped off the ship, with an auxiliary boat and a paddle as my lone companions in my new “journey”. I was so scared my pa and ma would come looking for me, seeking to find me. In retrospect, they probably didn’t give a rat’s arse, or didn’t notice until probably two weeks later. Drunk bastards.”
“I rowed and rowed for days upon days. I had food, and I had water, but in extremely low rations. I was a hungry, angry, hormone-driven sixteen-year-old heading for the nearest excuse for a ‘new life’ I could find. Eventually, after a week or so of destroying my arms rowing to god-knows-where, I reached land. A famous city, to say the least.”
“I made a home out of anything I could find for the rest of the years, ranging from vacant housing to even sleeping on hay bale for refuge. It was… an experience, I suppose, as any other. I, being a boy of little-to-no thought process, took it upon myself to get myself in trouble any second I could. I tried pickpocketing others, only to get beaten into submission. I tried passing off as an adult to have some swigs of rum and beer, only to be kicked out of any pub I visited. Eventually, though, I found a friend. Pabuu, or some name like that. He was an ol’ monk.”
“Pabuu, I have much respect for the lad. He taught me and drove me to the way of the pacifist. Teaching me how to keep my internal peace, how to use my dexterity to my advantage, how to use the environment as a gateway to win most battles. He essentially taught me in a year everything my shitty crew could not teach me in sixteen. Aside from the sheltering and mentoring, he also taught me some sword-fightin’ skills which were simply top o’ the class. So, as a seventeen-year-old, I was a completely changed lad. I was now stopping intrications instead of encouraging them. I became that of a neutral person. Not good, not bad either. Just… perfectly neutral. In a sense, I suppose, I share the mentality of the Elves. I try to solve issues through conversations, but, much like the Elves, I will fight to te’ death to defend what’s mine.”
“Fast-forward to today. Pabuu has been dead for two years now. It was harsh at first, but not too much. I think we both saw it comin’. He was an old lad… and as peaceful as his life was, so was his death. Died in his sleep, the poor lad.”
“I turned twenty-five a few days ago. And, as a gift for myself, I decided to set off into a new lifestyle. A ‘clean’ lifestyle. No more mugging, no more sleeping on hay. Donovan Brodrick is about to begin his new adventure, and the world shall be his witness. Here I come, dear land.”
1. What is your Minecraft username?
ZeFlame
2. How old are you?
I am 18 years old (turning 19 in three (3) days! Whoop Whoop!)
3. What country are you from?
Spain! But I promise my English will meet the standards.
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yeet indeed.
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Meta-gaming is to use OOC information to affect RP decisions, and vice-versa. For example, you hear in a Skype Group Chat that X character is a hidden assassin, therefore, next time you get online, you immediately begin to question him, or suspecting him. Or, in the most extreme cases, you begin to fight him. Another common instance of Meta-Gaming could be when you are being attacked IRP, and all your allies happen to be offline. In this case, you decide to head to Skype, and call them and tell them to get online, so that they can assist you against your attacker.
Aaaaaaaaaaaand
Power-Gaming, in the simplest term, would be forcing an action upon someone, without allowing a reaction. For example, something like: *Slashes Gareth's head off in a swift swing of his sword.*, or, *The arrow bounces off his magnificent abdominals.* (Real-Life example.) Another instance of Power-Gaming would be to give your character superhuman strength, or traits that are not likely to be had by your character. E.G: *GenericPlayer69 lifts the house and hides beneath it.*
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Nope.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Niko! (It's the one that stuck the most, since one of my closest friends is called Niko.)
8. Tell us about yourself!
Hello, I'm Ray- RayRay- ZeFlame- ZeeZee- Zee... Whichever works for you. I'm generally a cheerful, sociable guy, and I'm always down to meeting new people and to chatting with anyone that wants/needs to. That said- I'm originally from Venezuela, but currently reside in Spain- living here for over five years now!
As I said earlier, I'm 19 years old. All through my teenage years, I've been a massive fan of narrative-driven games, such as D&D, Assassin's Creed, Shadow of the Colossus, Dragon's Dogma, amongst others. From my passion for videogames and narrative, came the degree I'm currently studying, which essentially combines both my hobbies into one: Videogame Narrative & Creation. There, I'm being taught the Art side of games, the Programming it involves, Mechanics and Gameplay structuring and, of course and above all else, NARRATIVE!
As for my experience in Role-Play, I suppose I have a fair amount. I used to be ET in various RP servers, and Lore Team in another few. I thoroughly enjoy writing, although, sadly, I've had horrible experiences when sharing my work (Plagiarism sucks). I still love to share my creations, though!
I believe... I have little else to say. I'm just eager to meet y'all and, well- Fingers crossed on this being approved!
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
As I've stated before, I'm a writer. While I don't mind sharing my work, due to past experiences I've learned it's best to share it in private environments. If you're really curious to know about my writings, PM me and I will gladly send you a bit of my portfolio!
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
I was talking to a friend of mine (also an RPer) in the metro last night, and the subject of HollowWorld came up! I've heard of the server before, I just never felt... capable of meeting its standards.
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Donovan Brodrick
Character Age:
25.
Character Race:
Human.
Appearance:
Brodrick is not particularly fierce-looking, or intimidating. He has messy, long and dirty blonde hair, which spreads freely around his forehead and runs through the back of his head, a ponytail carefully reaching up to his upper back. His ears, hiding his hair, are in line with his piercing blue eyes. Slightly tanned skin, and average in build, Donovan stands at an average height for a human citizen. He blends in with the rest of the civilian life, as his looks are similar to many others’. His clothing is pirate-like, consisting of a blue coat over his white undershirt, and his hygiene is well-kept, smelling more often than not of a minty essence. He stands at 6’1 in height.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Not sure if you mean the Skin I'll be using, or the OC himself- so I'll leave this blank.
Written Test!
Please note: The backstory does include violence, but it is in no way the core of the story- it's just a glimpse of a life left behind!
“A’ight, chaps, welll… where to start. I mean, as all stories, mine started as me obnoxious little self. I was brought to this world by Alexander and Sophia Brodrick, two assholes aboard of a ship of a larger crew of assholes with a fancy title: Pirates. Lads o’ the sea. I myself never identified as one of them; don’t think I ever will. You see, although my parents attempted to drive me into the savage life, I’ve always been more of a peaceful lad. I don’t believe in raining hell upon anyone I encounter, unless the bastards really deserve it. That’s where me and my parents differ, or even me and the ship’s crew. Although, I must admit, I do love their style. Hence, why I look like one of ‘em myself.”
“Within my first years of childhood, I was trained in the art of wielding a sword. Pft, art... Anyways, I immediately felt a passionate link for blade-wielding; it showed, I’d assume. I was never able to hit anything, let alone do any significant damage to it; I was too weak. But boy, did I love swingin’ my blade about. Within months of making an arch-nemesis of a wooden pillar - our only real training ground -, and arduous failed training, the entire crew had given up on me becoming a fighter. Then, they made me resort to cooking for the men instead. That’s where I developed my passion for cooking. Finally, some sort of escape to the life of a savage, that of drinking, pillaging, boarding innocent ships and ravaging, only to repeat the process the next day. So I cooked.”
“When I had hit my teenage years, around the age of sixteen, I had decided enough was enough. I never got along with my parents anyway, so I didn’t bother saying goodbye. When the time was right, I just… leaped off the ship, with an auxiliary boat and a paddle as my lone companions in my new “journey”. I was so scared my pa and ma would come looking for me, seeking to find me. In retrospect, they probably didn’t give a rat’s arse, or didn’t notice until probably two weeks later. Drunk bastards.”
“I rowed and rowed for days upon days. I had food, and I had water, but in extremely low rations. I was a hungry, angry, hormone-driven sixteen-year-old heading for the nearest excuse for a ‘new life’ I could find. Eventually, after a week or so of destroying my arms rowing to god-knows-where, I reached land. A famous city, to say the least.”
“I made a home out of anything I could find for the rest of the years, ranging from vacant housing to even sleeping on hay bale for refuge. It was… an experience, I suppose, as any other. I, being a boy of little-to-no thought process, took it upon myself to get myself in trouble any second I could. I tried pickpocketing others, only to get beaten into submission. I tried passing off as an adult to have some swigs of rum and beer, only to be kicked out of any pub I visited. Eventually, though, I found a friend. Pabuu, or some name like that. He was an ol’ monk.”
“Pabuu, I have much respect for the lad. He taught me and drove me to the way of the pacifist. Teaching me how to keep my internal peace, how to use my dexterity to my advantage, how to use the environment as a gateway to win most battles. He essentially taught me in a year everything my shitty crew could not teach me in sixteen. Aside from the sheltering and mentoring, he also taught me some sword-fightin’ skills which were simply top o’ the class. So, as a seventeen-year-old, I was a completely changed lad. I was now stopping intrications instead of encouraging them. I became that of a neutral person. Not good, not bad either. Just… perfectly neutral. In a sense, I suppose, I share the mentality of the Elves. I try to solve issues through conversations, but, much like the Elves, I will fight to te’ death to defend what’s mine.”
“Fast-forward to today. Pabuu has been dead for two years now. It was harsh at first, but not too much. I think we both saw it comin’. He was an old lad… and as peaceful as his life was, so was his death. Died in his sleep, the poor lad.”
“I turned twenty-five a few days ago. And, as a gift for myself, I decided to set off into a new lifestyle. A ‘clean’ lifestyle. No more mugging, no more sleeping on hay. Donovan Brodrick is about to begin his new adventure, and the world shall be his witness. Here I come, dear land.”
