ashncinder
Villager
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
AshNCinder
2. How old are you?
15
3. What country are you from?
United States
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yes I in fact have!
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
(It is important to understand what these terms are and why they are bannable offenses in any roleplaying community.)
Metagaming to me is taking OOC information and using it IC. As an example lets say that Player A tells me (OOC) that Player B has a hide out near the lake. My character would have absolutely no clue, but I make a vague excuse to just so happen to 'accidentally' pass by and search it. That in fact would be metagaming, there are small 'mistakes' of meta and big 'mistakes' of meta. To me, meta seems to be the most prominent between the two.
Powergaming happens to be when your character is god-like. They are the beings of beings! Best at everything and anything! Can kill dragons! DRAGON BORN! Yes. That is powergaming in its most simplest format to me. But in powergaming no one can touch you and you are the know-all be-all. Though there are spectrums to powergaming as some things can be as little punching a player without them reacting to saying you had cut off their head with a kitchen knife.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
It is in fact...*drum roll*...not.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
One of these lovely people happens to be Squidziod
8. Tell us about yourself!
HEY! I am uh...Max. Whats up! Gosh I am a weird person. Then again who isn't? I am an uh...enthusiastic person. I happen to do a lot of anime-like art and I also aspire to be an animator. I also animate. Yes. I do it the more...strenuous way where I do it frame....by...frame. I am also a writer or at least I like to think I am a good writer. Stories are my thing as I love everything about them, the characters especially. I also tend to stay up till like 5 am on absolutely nothing it has been a big problem. But! On the flip side I am also a high school wrestler, on varsity, wow. A jock nerd. Isn't that new. I'm not used to talking about myself like this but you know I guess I can try!
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
As I do have an animation in the process, it is not ready for people to view yet. Sadly. I am a bit self-conscious of my art work but uh...these are works I've done a couple of weeks ago that I think look nice to my standards. Example 1. Example 2. Example 3.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
(This question is also optional. If you were referred by someone, that person has a chance to get a referral reward.)
Nope! I just looked up, you guys were the first to pop up, and then boom!
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Elliot Arawn
Character Age:
20
Character Race:
My boy is a Human
Appearance:
Elliot has bright red hair with deep green eyes. He stands around 5'9 with a more of a hunch. Elliot tends to wear a deep blue sweater along with a regular grey shirt, nothing to fancy. He as well just normal brown pants. Underneath his clothing is blue tattoos running up and down his back and hands. He is a lean skinny man which can be helpful squeezing out of situations.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
(Note I wrote this at 3-4 am...I expect to make mistakes haha. Sorry about that. I say I'm a writer but then put out this...mannn what am I doing?)
“Everyday is a dam hassle.” Elliot mutters with a quick glance at the brawny redhead beside him. Who, in his hand, is a nice sized rock that he had been fiddling with. Crowds of people stride by the two brothers, who stand under the safety of an old oak tree withering away. Pelts of rain smack the ground as silence grows between the two. Though Elliot finally lets out a heavy sigh and groans slightly, his eyes looking to his older brother. Faintly, his older brother’s stomach begins to growl in which he also lets out an equally painful groan. “Look...look...look…” Elliot drags a few coins out of his deep pocket and lays them out on his own hand. “Maybe...uh...maybe there is...a...stall around that sells...fruit?” But seeing his older brother’s disappointed face made Elliot realize that wasn’t going to cut it. “Chhhassseee all those freaking drinks last night made it so we! Together! Are gonna starve for the next few days!” Chase didn’t change his facial expression.
“Then we get more money.” Chase explains blatantly.
“More...money…” Elliot rubs the bridge of his nose with another exasperated sigh, “what a brilliant...smart...genius idea of yours. I swear those girls cheated us.” Chase then just gives a shrug with another growl emitting from his stomach. They both scan the crowds walking past them looking for anyone who could maybe help the two hungry and cold brothers. Though there was no sympathy for the 20 year olds waiting. “What...can we do...for quick work…”
While they look around, Chase stares at the rock in his hands and tosses it off randomly into the crowd. Then as if the heavens had been listening, there is a small yelp from an old man pushing a cart. Both of the brother’s eyes look to the man in the crowd, tripping and his goods falling all over the cobbled street. It had seemed the rock that Chase had thrown made the old man lose balance on his cart. The covered cart stayed standing while a couple of pears lay on the ground. Their feet took off to help the small old man, once beside the man, Chase with his buff muscular features carefully helped the man up. While Chase’s slim counterpart, Elliot, bent down and picked up the fresh goods back onto the cart. While Chase helps the man, Elliot slides a pear or two into his coat. The man mumbles while placing a hand on Chase’s arm.
“Oh..oh…thank you...thank you so much dear sir…” The old man’s eyes scan Chase, then look over to Elliot. “Take...some pears...for the road sirs...it is cold today.”
“Eh. It is.” Elliot mutters, hearing the permission, he swipes a few more pears off the cart and stuffs one into his mouth. Chase hesitates, but takes two pears off the top of the cart. Chase had been awfully quiet today, usually he would go off on a whole monologue. A slight tinge of guilt had pierced Chase as the man shuffled off with his cart. The two brothers locked eyes with Elliot giving a shrug. “We got food. Didn’t we?”
They both walked down a few blocks, Elliot had taken off with quite a good amount of pears. It was when, in the pouring rain, walking through some alleys that they came across a group of poorly clothed kids huddled together. Chase had stopped and begun to just stare at the group, Elliot looks back and walks over. “What?” Chase motions over to the group of kids, who seem like they had not eaten in a couple of days.
“They would like those pears.” Chase then looks to the pear Elliot was about to bite into. Elliot stops and looks at the pear, then the couple of other pears he has in his jacket.
“No way. We need these.” Elliot mumbles, but Chase grabs Elliots soaked jacket and pulls out the pears himself. Then with a grin Chase strolls down the alleyway. “Freaking! Chase!” Elliot’s light yell makes the group of kids stare at Chase who offers them the pears. They all give uneasy smiles to the man as they all plucked one from his palms. They mutter thank you and Chase strides back with a grin. That was all he needed for his guilt to disappear.
“How about this, we, go do /our/ job for the first time in weeks!” Chase gives a laugh while Elliot gives a light grumble. Chase pats his younger sibling on the back before walking out to the main street towards a drenched flyer with the letters WANTED printed in red on it. Elliot rolls his eyes as he then slides his feet and follow. At least he had a pear.
1. What is your Minecraft username?
AshNCinder
2. How old are you?
15
3. What country are you from?
United States
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yes I in fact have!
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
(It is important to understand what these terms are and why they are bannable offenses in any roleplaying community.)
Metagaming to me is taking OOC information and using it IC. As an example lets say that Player A tells me (OOC) that Player B has a hide out near the lake. My character would have absolutely no clue, but I make a vague excuse to just so happen to 'accidentally' pass by and search it. That in fact would be metagaming, there are small 'mistakes' of meta and big 'mistakes' of meta. To me, meta seems to be the most prominent between the two.
Powergaming happens to be when your character is god-like. They are the beings of beings! Best at everything and anything! Can kill dragons! DRAGON BORN! Yes. That is powergaming in its most simplest format to me. But in powergaming no one can touch you and you are the know-all be-all. Though there are spectrums to powergaming as some things can be as little punching a player without them reacting to saying you had cut off their head with a kitchen knife.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
It is in fact...*drum roll*...not.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
One of these lovely people happens to be Squidziod
8. Tell us about yourself!
HEY! I am uh...Max. Whats up! Gosh I am a weird person. Then again who isn't? I am an uh...enthusiastic person. I happen to do a lot of anime-like art and I also aspire to be an animator. I also animate. Yes. I do it the more...strenuous way where I do it frame....by...frame. I am also a writer or at least I like to think I am a good writer. Stories are my thing as I love everything about them, the characters especially. I also tend to stay up till like 5 am on absolutely nothing it has been a big problem. But! On the flip side I am also a high school wrestler, on varsity, wow. A jock nerd. Isn't that new. I'm not used to talking about myself like this but you know I guess I can try!
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
As I do have an animation in the process, it is not ready for people to view yet. Sadly. I am a bit self-conscious of my art work but uh...these are works I've done a couple of weeks ago that I think look nice to my standards. Example 1. Example 2. Example 3.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
(This question is also optional. If you were referred by someone, that person has a chance to get a referral reward.)
Nope! I just looked up, you guys were the first to pop up, and then boom!
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Elliot Arawn
Character Age:
20
Character Race:
My boy is a Human
Appearance:
Elliot has bright red hair with deep green eyes. He stands around 5'9 with a more of a hunch. Elliot tends to wear a deep blue sweater along with a regular grey shirt, nothing to fancy. He as well just normal brown pants. Underneath his clothing is blue tattoos running up and down his back and hands. He is a lean skinny man which can be helpful squeezing out of situations.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
(Note I wrote this at 3-4 am...I expect to make mistakes haha. Sorry about that. I say I'm a writer but then put out this...mannn what am I doing?)
“Everyday is a dam hassle.” Elliot mutters with a quick glance at the brawny redhead beside him. Who, in his hand, is a nice sized rock that he had been fiddling with. Crowds of people stride by the two brothers, who stand under the safety of an old oak tree withering away. Pelts of rain smack the ground as silence grows between the two. Though Elliot finally lets out a heavy sigh and groans slightly, his eyes looking to his older brother. Faintly, his older brother’s stomach begins to growl in which he also lets out an equally painful groan. “Look...look...look…” Elliot drags a few coins out of his deep pocket and lays them out on his own hand. “Maybe...uh...maybe there is...a...stall around that sells...fruit?” But seeing his older brother’s disappointed face made Elliot realize that wasn’t going to cut it. “Chhhassseee all those freaking drinks last night made it so we! Together! Are gonna starve for the next few days!” Chase didn’t change his facial expression.
“Then we get more money.” Chase explains blatantly.
“More...money…” Elliot rubs the bridge of his nose with another exasperated sigh, “what a brilliant...smart...genius idea of yours. I swear those girls cheated us.” Chase then just gives a shrug with another growl emitting from his stomach. They both scan the crowds walking past them looking for anyone who could maybe help the two hungry and cold brothers. Though there was no sympathy for the 20 year olds waiting. “What...can we do...for quick work…”
While they look around, Chase stares at the rock in his hands and tosses it off randomly into the crowd. Then as if the heavens had been listening, there is a small yelp from an old man pushing a cart. Both of the brother’s eyes look to the man in the crowd, tripping and his goods falling all over the cobbled street. It had seemed the rock that Chase had thrown made the old man lose balance on his cart. The covered cart stayed standing while a couple of pears lay on the ground. Their feet took off to help the small old man, once beside the man, Chase with his buff muscular features carefully helped the man up. While Chase’s slim counterpart, Elliot, bent down and picked up the fresh goods back onto the cart. While Chase helps the man, Elliot slides a pear or two into his coat. The man mumbles while placing a hand on Chase’s arm.
“Oh..oh…thank you...thank you so much dear sir…” The old man’s eyes scan Chase, then look over to Elliot. “Take...some pears...for the road sirs...it is cold today.”
“Eh. It is.” Elliot mutters, hearing the permission, he swipes a few more pears off the cart and stuffs one into his mouth. Chase hesitates, but takes two pears off the top of the cart. Chase had been awfully quiet today, usually he would go off on a whole monologue. A slight tinge of guilt had pierced Chase as the man shuffled off with his cart. The two brothers locked eyes with Elliot giving a shrug. “We got food. Didn’t we?”
They both walked down a few blocks, Elliot had taken off with quite a good amount of pears. It was when, in the pouring rain, walking through some alleys that they came across a group of poorly clothed kids huddled together. Chase had stopped and begun to just stare at the group, Elliot looks back and walks over. “What?” Chase motions over to the group of kids, who seem like they had not eaten in a couple of days.
“They would like those pears.” Chase then looks to the pear Elliot was about to bite into. Elliot stops and looks at the pear, then the couple of other pears he has in his jacket.
“No way. We need these.” Elliot mumbles, but Chase grabs Elliots soaked jacket and pulls out the pears himself. Then with a grin Chase strolls down the alleyway. “Freaking! Chase!” Elliot’s light yell makes the group of kids stare at Chase who offers them the pears. They all give uneasy smiles to the man as they all plucked one from his palms. They mutter thank you and Chase strides back with a grin. That was all he needed for his guilt to disappear.
“How about this, we, go do /our/ job for the first time in weeks!” Chase gives a laugh while Elliot gives a light grumble. Chase pats his younger sibling on the back before walking out to the main street towards a drenched flyer with the letters WANTED printed in red on it. Elliot rolls his eyes as he then slides his feet and follow. At least he had a pear.
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