HoeBilly
Legend of Altera
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
HoeBilly
2. How old are you?
19
3. What country are you from?
Australia.
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yes
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is when you use information you learned OOC whilst you are IC.
Powergaming is when you put words into other peoples mouths - not allowing them the chance to emote a response. EG: *and then I punched them in the face, knocking them unconscious*
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Ayda
8. Tell us about yourself!
I have a radio on my desk. My favourite season is Autumn. My favourite colour is yellow, follwed closely by purple, but I have recently been developing a fondness for dark red. I have so many books on my shelf I've had to start stacking them vertically on top of each other. I still want more books. I am part of my university's medieval club. Yes I am that cool.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
-
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Returning player.
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:
Cassandra
Character Age:
24
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Brown hair. Brown eyes. Female.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
I believe I've become a connoisseur of sorts since my husband died. I've been to the bottom of so so many mugs of grog that I feel qualified in saying that I am a proper alcohol critic. The best thing about them, I've found, is that after the tenth or so swig, every glass, no matter how terrible its taste, is functionally the same. They make one so delightfully fuzzy.
Now then you might ask, how might a woman without a husband afford so many tankards of booze? To be entirely honest, I'm not really sure... I just keep saying "Another one, me good fellow!!" and they keep coming!!
I am, after all, a woman travelling on her own, drinking her time away in the taverns that so many men frequent. Perhaps they are just enthralled by any face prettier than theirs. A statement that says very little to my own attractiveness, let me tell you that!!
In any case, I could not care less where my next drink comes from, so long as I can get completely sloshed by the end of the night. It helps me to forget. I firmly believe that in this time of so much sickness and death, getting fully knackered as often as is possible is the only rational response. My own mortality stares me in the face every day, choking my throat with fear, unless I drink enough to chase it away. It's a game we play, my mortality and I. And I am ever the loser.
Oh, I was not always this way, for sure. But the Plague came, it swept through my ancestral home of Storm's Landing. First it destroyed my husband's merchant business, then it took his life. It almost got me, but I would not let it have me. I fled.
I fled to Linlea, the moor elf city. A lovely place with an even lovelier tavern to drink in. The Greynor Inn.
Now that is where I spend as much of my time as possible. As soon as I feel the icy fingers of Death wrapping around my bones, I know it is time for another drink. If I had a faith before the Plague arrived, it is now gone. At the moment of my husband's death I lost everything I was before. The face I see in the mirror was no longer my own. In the months that followed, I became someone completely new. The woman I see in the mirror knows that life is suffering, and all we can do is eke out as much enjoyment as we are able. Another drink, me good fellow!!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
HoeBilly
2. How old are you?
19
3. What country are you from?
Australia.
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yes
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is when you use information you learned OOC whilst you are IC.
Powergaming is when you put words into other peoples mouths - not allowing them the chance to emote a response. EG: *and then I punched them in the face, knocking them unconscious*
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Ayda
8. Tell us about yourself!
I have a radio on my desk. My favourite season is Autumn. My favourite colour is yellow, follwed closely by purple, but I have recently been developing a fondness for dark red. I have so many books on my shelf I've had to start stacking them vertically on top of each other. I still want more books. I am part of my university's medieval club. Yes I am that cool.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
-
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Returning player.
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:
Cassandra
Character Age:
24
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Brown hair. Brown eyes. Female.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
I believe I've become a connoisseur of sorts since my husband died. I've been to the bottom of so so many mugs of grog that I feel qualified in saying that I am a proper alcohol critic. The best thing about them, I've found, is that after the tenth or so swig, every glass, no matter how terrible its taste, is functionally the same. They make one so delightfully fuzzy.
Now then you might ask, how might a woman without a husband afford so many tankards of booze? To be entirely honest, I'm not really sure... I just keep saying "Another one, me good fellow!!" and they keep coming!!
I am, after all, a woman travelling on her own, drinking her time away in the taverns that so many men frequent. Perhaps they are just enthralled by any face prettier than theirs. A statement that says very little to my own attractiveness, let me tell you that!!
In any case, I could not care less where my next drink comes from, so long as I can get completely sloshed by the end of the night. It helps me to forget. I firmly believe that in this time of so much sickness and death, getting fully knackered as often as is possible is the only rational response. My own mortality stares me in the face every day, choking my throat with fear, unless I drink enough to chase it away. It's a game we play, my mortality and I. And I am ever the loser.
Oh, I was not always this way, for sure. But the Plague came, it swept through my ancestral home of Storm's Landing. First it destroyed my husband's merchant business, then it took his life. It almost got me, but I would not let it have me. I fled.
I fled to Linlea, the moor elf city. A lovely place with an even lovelier tavern to drink in. The Greynor Inn.
Now that is where I spend as much of my time as possible. As soon as I feel the icy fingers of Death wrapping around my bones, I know it is time for another drink. If I had a faith before the Plague arrived, it is now gone. At the moment of my husband's death I lost everything I was before. The face I see in the mirror was no longer my own. In the months that followed, I became someone completely new. The woman I see in the mirror knows that life is suffering, and all we can do is eke out as much enjoyment as we are able. Another drink, me good fellow!!
