Anordil
Legend
{Introduction Section}
Minecraft Username: Anordil
Age: 23
Country & Timezone: United States, EST
Read the Kings Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides?: Yes
Define Metagaming & Powergaming?: Meta gaming is the use of information gained in an out of character medium, in-character. Powergaming is acting in a way that does not give another character, or the event-runner a chance to respond. Or acting in a way that is impossible for your character.
Do we allow Xray mods or X-Ray texture packs?: No
Tell us about yourself!: Hello! I’ve been roleplaying for about 9 years on Minecraft… wow I’m old. Took a long break from it but if I get some free time I’ll be doing some more.
Referral: CupOTea__
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{Character Section}
Character Name: Maya Craft
Age: 20
Race: Human
Appearance: Neck-length, black hair and grayish-blue eyes. Pale white skin. She wears a red cloak, with a belt used for carrying tools/trinkets, as well as a wide-brimmed, red pointed hat. She is of Daoine culture.
Picture of the Skin:
Written Test (Min: 400 words):“Maya! Come now, it’s time for dinner!” A woman’s voice rang out into the courtyard of the manor. It was a cozy manor: two stories, having three bedrooms, a study, a kitchen with a pantry, a dining room, and a hearth. Maya’s favorite room, of course, was the study— yet she was not found there today. The housekeep called out once again, “Maya! Supper time!” With no response, “Now where could that girl be?” It wasn’t usual that she wouldn’t be found in the study. The housekeep decided to run outside, continuing to shout the young lass’s name. About fifteen minutes into the search, the housekeep sought out the kennel-master’s help. “Roight now where’d she run off ta?” the kennel-master responded, exiting his shack with a bottle of whisky in one hand, and a lead in the other. The hounds knew Maya’s scent, as she would often play with them, despite her mother’s protest. The hounds led the two concerned adults into the nearby woods, which concerned them even more. They followed over rocks and fallen branches, eventually coming to a small stream. The hounds stopped in their tracks, now circling a tree. “Maya!” The housekeep shouted again, “Maya where are you?” She heard giggling from above. Looking up, she saw the young lady sitting snuggly in a tree branch, barefoot and holding a book. “Maya! Get down from there! You could hurt yourself! Or worse, be late for dinner!” The young girl pouted, “As you wish.” And climbed down out of the tree. “What were you thinking coming out here all alone at this time, young lady?” Asked the flustered housekeep. “I was following the will-o’-the-wisps. They led me here!” protested the young girl, followed by a chuckle from the kennel-master. “You have been reading too many faerie tales and not enough on your duties as a lady, Maya. There is no such thing, and you know better than to wander into the woods all alone.” “But they are real! I saw them with my own two eyes! They were showing me my way! Well, until I got to the water that is… I couldn’t follow them after,” Maya looked past the stream longingly, “You’ll help me get across, won’t you? There must be something I’m meant to find.” “No! You will have your mother worried if you are not home in time for dinner.” Maya brushed off her dress, and reluctantly went along with her retainers, returning to the manor. She did not say a word at dinner, looking out of the window and at the forest the entirety. Maya had now been forbade from exploring past the courtyard, which in turn from that day on resulted in the reading of many more a faerie tale (when the housekeep was nowhere to be found, that is). One day she she hoped to follow the wills-o’-the-wisp across the water. Until then, she would continue to study.
Minecraft Username: Anordil
Age: 23
Country & Timezone: United States, EST
Read the Kings Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides?: Yes
Define Metagaming & Powergaming?: Meta gaming is the use of information gained in an out of character medium, in-character. Powergaming is acting in a way that does not give another character, or the event-runner a chance to respond. Or acting in a way that is impossible for your character.
Do we allow Xray mods or X-Ray texture packs?: No
Tell us about yourself!: Hello! I’ve been roleplaying for about 9 years on Minecraft… wow I’m old. Took a long break from it but if I get some free time I’ll be doing some more.
Referral: CupOTea__
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{Character Section}
Character Name: Maya Craft
Age: 20
Race: Human
Appearance: Neck-length, black hair and grayish-blue eyes. Pale white skin. She wears a red cloak, with a belt used for carrying tools/trinkets, as well as a wide-brimmed, red pointed hat. She is of Daoine culture.
Picture of the Skin:
Written Test (Min: 400 words):“Maya! Come now, it’s time for dinner!” A woman’s voice rang out into the courtyard of the manor. It was a cozy manor: two stories, having three bedrooms, a study, a kitchen with a pantry, a dining room, and a hearth. Maya’s favorite room, of course, was the study— yet she was not found there today. The housekeep called out once again, “Maya! Supper time!” With no response, “Now where could that girl be?” It wasn’t usual that she wouldn’t be found in the study. The housekeep decided to run outside, continuing to shout the young lass’s name. About fifteen minutes into the search, the housekeep sought out the kennel-master’s help. “Roight now where’d she run off ta?” the kennel-master responded, exiting his shack with a bottle of whisky in one hand, and a lead in the other. The hounds knew Maya’s scent, as she would often play with them, despite her mother’s protest. The hounds led the two concerned adults into the nearby woods, which concerned them even more. They followed over rocks and fallen branches, eventually coming to a small stream. The hounds stopped in their tracks, now circling a tree. “Maya!” The housekeep shouted again, “Maya where are you?” She heard giggling from above. Looking up, she saw the young lady sitting snuggly in a tree branch, barefoot and holding a book. “Maya! Get down from there! You could hurt yourself! Or worse, be late for dinner!” The young girl pouted, “As you wish.” And climbed down out of the tree. “What were you thinking coming out here all alone at this time, young lady?” Asked the flustered housekeep. “I was following the will-o’-the-wisps. They led me here!” protested the young girl, followed by a chuckle from the kennel-master. “You have been reading too many faerie tales and not enough on your duties as a lady, Maya. There is no such thing, and you know better than to wander into the woods all alone.” “But they are real! I saw them with my own two eyes! They were showing me my way! Well, until I got to the water that is… I couldn’t follow them after,” Maya looked past the stream longingly, “You’ll help me get across, won’t you? There must be something I’m meant to find.” “No! You will have your mother worried if you are not home in time for dinner.” Maya brushed off her dress, and reluctantly went along with her retainers, returning to the manor. She did not say a word at dinner, looking out of the window and at the forest the entirety. Maya had now been forbade from exploring past the courtyard, which in turn from that day on resulted in the reading of many more a faerie tale (when the housekeep was nowhere to be found, that is). One day she she hoped to follow the wills-o’-the-wisp across the water. Until then, she would continue to study.
