American_Pye
Villager
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
American_SenPye
2. How old are you?
20.
3. What country are you from?
The US.
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
I have read all three.
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is to use knowledge you have, but your character would not have, to advance your character somehow. Powergaming it to add strength or such to a character you have made, so that they are more powerful than others around you.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
You do not.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Tiberione, Charybdis
8. Tell us about yourself!
I'm a wanna-be writer, and heavy rper. I spend most of my time doing it, and have been doing so for about 8 years now. I like to consider myself a kind person outside my rping, though I tend to playfully mock the people I consider close to me. Aside from that, my main hobbies are rping, Video Games, and improving my writing.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
https://drive.google.com/open?id=1hqwqBDtt96OhPNvivW5790NRZoIpEaEn68vZ7rDbZrI (This is an bit from an rp I was doing with my friend, a bit of pre-planning.)
https://drive.google.com/open?id=1SLr6SxMpb9C1XhnjOHW4XAgrV2PXhEwU7O7aqFxqWLs (A re-write of an old rp piece I did.)
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
I was looking for a good rping server where I could actually flex my abilities. I've fallen into a lot of servers of random people with little to no experience, just doing whatever with no forms of order. I saw your server in a list of them, and after looking over how rigid the process to get in is, I jumped at my chance.
About Your Character!
This section is about the character you intend to use once you join the server.We ask that new players follow these guidelines during this portion of the application:
Character Name:
Dorma Denverin Von Gerheim
Character Age:
31
Character Race:
(Have a look through our Playable Races!)
Silver Elf
Appearance:
(We just want to make sure things like hair color, eye color, skin color, and clothing is all fitting for the setting/lore we have.)
Dorma stands at a tall 6'5", with a narrow jawline. His eyes are a strikingly bright violet, that matches his hair fully, both being results of his former master's experiments. His figure is quite skinny, as he focuses on his intelligence over physical activities.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
(Attach a picture here if you have one. If you don't have an image, that's fine. Just make sure you describe it well in the appearance section.)
Written Test!
(This is where you tell us a story of your choosing! Be creative. It should be 400 words minimum and use the character you've created above. This is what we use to judge your ability as a roleplayer. Show us how much you've learned by reading our guides and lore. Include anything you think will impress us!)
The small lab was lit dimly, a few candles over desks covered in papers and ingredients. The rain came down on the old tile roof like tiny bullets, tapping against the hardened clay and dripping down the outside walls. Dorma sat on a small stool, next to a rather old operating bed, that his mentor now laid upon. Once used to cure many a patients, was now filled by the doctor himself. Delvaio Merchius, the once great human researcher and scientist, was on his deathbed, unable to avoid the cold hands of age that grasped tight at his throat. A wrinkled hand reached out for Dorma, who quickly took it in his own. Dorma could feel the frigid lack of strength in his master's hand, a full lack of any real life.
"I am sorry.... Dorma..." Merchius mumbled out. His wrinkled face had trouble making the words, and his pained throat brought agony with each sound he pulled from it. "I, had meant to teach you so much, yet you only know the basics. I..... failed you."
Dorma's eyes went wide in shock, and he gripped firmly to his master's hand. "N-no! Master Merchius, you have done more for me than anyone! I wouldn't know even a single thing about Alchemy if it were not for you! My knowledge of Astronomy would be null! I wouldn't even know the basics of attuning artifacts, or any of the side-effects of potion use!" Dorma seemed to plead with his teacher, like a boy begging his hero to continue the fight against evil.
"You are a good boy, Dorma..... you will learn much, when I am gone."
"No, Master, I promise I will learn from you! Pevra, the doctor from the town over, she will be here tomorrow to heal you!"
His master's eyes closed slowly, the vibrant blue having long dulled from them. What grip he had on Dorma's vice-like palms was now near nonexistent. Though he forced his other arm to move, and present an envelope to his student. "I am afraid, she will not make it in time...… Please... take this." Dorma's free hand quickly took it from his master, before Merchius continued. "This is a ticket.... a passage by boat to a place far from here. A place where you may go to continue your studies.... Where you may become even greater than myself..."
Dorma nearly crushed the envelope in his fingers, and his clasped hard onto it. Like a man clasping to a rope that kept him from a plummet to his doom. The young student swallowed hard, a visible bulge in his lithe throat as he did. It took every ounce of his will, even string of his being, to not burst into tears here and now. He knew it just as well as his master. Merchius would not last the night. Age had taken so much from him, and now it would come to finish it's work.
"Master... I cannot accept this.. What about the lab? The people who would need me?"
A heavy, deep cough escaped Merchius' throat, before he could answer. His voice was becoming a rasp, a shred of it's former self. "They can go to Pevra… You are too bright a lad to stay here, confined to this little village."
"But Mas-"o
He was cut off, by the last bit of energy Merchius could put into his words. The final strong snap of his vocal cords he would ever release in this world. "Silence, Dorma!" Dorma's entire body went rigid with his master's weak shout. "You will never learn if you stay here. Your horizon will forever be but a tiny speck...."
That was where his will could hold no longer. Small beads of tears formed in Dorma's eyes, that streamed down his cheeks and off his chin. He could hardly hold himself together, as a true sadness built inside him. Life was leaving his master, who would soon pass into the next world. And with him, Dorma's entire world would turn to rubble and dust. A mere memory of what it had been, when Merchius would finally leave him. Every muscle in his body shook, in a vain attempt to hold himself together. Everything he had ever looked to was mere minutes from leaving him, as death bore it's fowl face.
"Master Merchius…"
"Yes, child?" Merchius was nearly gone. The strength in his voice was almost nothing under the oncoming darkness.
"I promise you, I will make myself known. I will become the greatest alchemist, the greatest scientist, the greatest doctor. I won't let anything stand in my way." Dorma's words came out like a waterfall, one after another in quick succession. It all nearly blurred together in a random soup of vowels.
His master's final laugh was weak, pathetic, almost. "I know you will, Dorma. You are a bright boy. Do not let anyone take that from you."
The last shred of light soon left Merchius eyes. The once strong, striking blue, a mere shadow of itself. What strength was left in his body faded away, he was nothing but a husk. Death had come, and had taken Merchius with him. Dorma was alone in the world now, nothing held him to anything. Anywhere he felt he could belong was blown away into the void, nothing was left for him. Nothing but his memories of what had been. That envelope he held in his hand, a ticket to a new life, and the last gift his master had granted him, was almost a ball in Dorma's grasp. The only shred of hope he had left, a ticket for a boat, to a place he knew nothing about. But that would wait for the morning. For all Dorma could do now was bawl, and let out every emotion he had held in. Tears, over the corpse of his former teacher.
1. What is your Minecraft username?
American_SenPye
2. How old are you?
20.
3. What country are you from?
The US.
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
I have read all three.
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is to use knowledge you have, but your character would not have, to advance your character somehow. Powergaming it to add strength or such to a character you have made, so that they are more powerful than others around you.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
You do not.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Tiberione, Charybdis
8. Tell us about yourself!
I'm a wanna-be writer, and heavy rper. I spend most of my time doing it, and have been doing so for about 8 years now. I like to consider myself a kind person outside my rping, though I tend to playfully mock the people I consider close to me. Aside from that, my main hobbies are rping, Video Games, and improving my writing.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
https://drive.google.com/open?id=1hqwqBDtt96OhPNvivW5790NRZoIpEaEn68vZ7rDbZrI (This is an bit from an rp I was doing with my friend, a bit of pre-planning.)
https://drive.google.com/open?id=1SLr6SxMpb9C1XhnjOHW4XAgrV2PXhEwU7O7aqFxqWLs (A re-write of an old rp piece I did.)
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
I was looking for a good rping server where I could actually flex my abilities. I've fallen into a lot of servers of random people with little to no experience, just doing whatever with no forms of order. I saw your server in a list of them, and after looking over how rigid the process to get in is, I jumped at my chance.
About Your Character!
This section is about the character you intend to use once you join the server.We ask that new players follow these guidelines during this portion of the application:
- Characters begin with basic skills and gear. No advanced armor or weaponry. Skills and abilities are appropriate to a novice level. Skills should be learned through roleplay, not through backstory.
- Characters fit the lore. If you choose to play as a Moor Elf, for example, we expect appearance and details to be fitting with base lore.
- Characters cannot use magic in any way. The test itself should not mention magic either. HollowWorld uses a restricted magic system and it is only accessible to those who find and learn from a teacher in-game.
- Tests should not be violent. No murder, killing, death, torture. In the past, 8 out of 10 applications featured characters fighting off bandits or slaying passersby. We don't want to see how well you can script a fight scene. We want to see how well you can tell a story, how well you can roleplay.
- Be creative and be original. Do not use tests/characters whose home villages were burned, parents murdered, and then set off to be an orphan assassin. It has been done before. Please don't do it again.
- Written portion of the test is required to be a 400 word minimum. If the test doesn't meet the minimum, Staff may ask you to extend the test before the application is considered.
Character Name:
Dorma Denverin Von Gerheim
Character Age:
31
Character Race:
(Have a look through our Playable Races!)
Silver Elf
Appearance:
(We just want to make sure things like hair color, eye color, skin color, and clothing is all fitting for the setting/lore we have.)
Dorma stands at a tall 6'5", with a narrow jawline. His eyes are a strikingly bright violet, that matches his hair fully, both being results of his former master's experiments. His figure is quite skinny, as he focuses on his intelligence over physical activities.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
(Attach a picture here if you have one. If you don't have an image, that's fine. Just make sure you describe it well in the appearance section.)
Written Test!
(This is where you tell us a story of your choosing! Be creative. It should be 400 words minimum and use the character you've created above. This is what we use to judge your ability as a roleplayer. Show us how much you've learned by reading our guides and lore. Include anything you think will impress us!)
The small lab was lit dimly, a few candles over desks covered in papers and ingredients. The rain came down on the old tile roof like tiny bullets, tapping against the hardened clay and dripping down the outside walls. Dorma sat on a small stool, next to a rather old operating bed, that his mentor now laid upon. Once used to cure many a patients, was now filled by the doctor himself. Delvaio Merchius, the once great human researcher and scientist, was on his deathbed, unable to avoid the cold hands of age that grasped tight at his throat. A wrinkled hand reached out for Dorma, who quickly took it in his own. Dorma could feel the frigid lack of strength in his master's hand, a full lack of any real life.
"I am sorry.... Dorma..." Merchius mumbled out. His wrinkled face had trouble making the words, and his pained throat brought agony with each sound he pulled from it. "I, had meant to teach you so much, yet you only know the basics. I..... failed you."
Dorma's eyes went wide in shock, and he gripped firmly to his master's hand. "N-no! Master Merchius, you have done more for me than anyone! I wouldn't know even a single thing about Alchemy if it were not for you! My knowledge of Astronomy would be null! I wouldn't even know the basics of attuning artifacts, or any of the side-effects of potion use!" Dorma seemed to plead with his teacher, like a boy begging his hero to continue the fight against evil.
"You are a good boy, Dorma..... you will learn much, when I am gone."
"No, Master, I promise I will learn from you! Pevra, the doctor from the town over, she will be here tomorrow to heal you!"
His master's eyes closed slowly, the vibrant blue having long dulled from them. What grip he had on Dorma's vice-like palms was now near nonexistent. Though he forced his other arm to move, and present an envelope to his student. "I am afraid, she will not make it in time...… Please... take this." Dorma's free hand quickly took it from his master, before Merchius continued. "This is a ticket.... a passage by boat to a place far from here. A place where you may go to continue your studies.... Where you may become even greater than myself..."
Dorma nearly crushed the envelope in his fingers, and his clasped hard onto it. Like a man clasping to a rope that kept him from a plummet to his doom. The young student swallowed hard, a visible bulge in his lithe throat as he did. It took every ounce of his will, even string of his being, to not burst into tears here and now. He knew it just as well as his master. Merchius would not last the night. Age had taken so much from him, and now it would come to finish it's work.
"Master... I cannot accept this.. What about the lab? The people who would need me?"
A heavy, deep cough escaped Merchius' throat, before he could answer. His voice was becoming a rasp, a shred of it's former self. "They can go to Pevra… You are too bright a lad to stay here, confined to this little village."
"But Mas-"o
He was cut off, by the last bit of energy Merchius could put into his words. The final strong snap of his vocal cords he would ever release in this world. "Silence, Dorma!" Dorma's entire body went rigid with his master's weak shout. "You will never learn if you stay here. Your horizon will forever be but a tiny speck...."
That was where his will could hold no longer. Small beads of tears formed in Dorma's eyes, that streamed down his cheeks and off his chin. He could hardly hold himself together, as a true sadness built inside him. Life was leaving his master, who would soon pass into the next world. And with him, Dorma's entire world would turn to rubble and dust. A mere memory of what it had been, when Merchius would finally leave him. Every muscle in his body shook, in a vain attempt to hold himself together. Everything he had ever looked to was mere minutes from leaving him, as death bore it's fowl face.
"Master Merchius…"
"Yes, child?" Merchius was nearly gone. The strength in his voice was almost nothing under the oncoming darkness.
"I promise you, I will make myself known. I will become the greatest alchemist, the greatest scientist, the greatest doctor. I won't let anything stand in my way." Dorma's words came out like a waterfall, one after another in quick succession. It all nearly blurred together in a random soup of vowels.
His master's final laugh was weak, pathetic, almost. "I know you will, Dorma. You are a bright boy. Do not let anyone take that from you."
The last shred of light soon left Merchius eyes. The once strong, striking blue, a mere shadow of itself. What strength was left in his body faded away, he was nothing but a husk. Death had come, and had taken Merchius with him. Dorma was alone in the world now, nothing held him to anything. Anywhere he felt he could belong was blown away into the void, nothing was left for him. Nothing but his memories of what had been. That envelope he held in his hand, a ticket to a new life, and the last gift his master had granted him, was almost a ball in Dorma's grasp. The only shred of hope he had left, a ticket for a boat, to a place he knew nothing about. But that would wait for the morning. For all Dorma could do now was bawl, and let out every emotion he had held in. Tears, over the corpse of his former teacher.
