braybowski
Loyal Servant of Altera
brayylmaoski
1. What is your Minecraft username?
braybowski
2. How old are you?
18
3. What country are you from?
canada
4. Have you read the King's Law, Tome of Citizenship, Official Lore, and the Survival Guides yet?
yeh
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is the despicable act of integrating information acquired OOC'ly and implementing it in any shape, way and form into an IC scenario. Powergaming is simply making your character enjoy the more impossible feats of life, such as lifting a boulder which is far too much for their likeness. This also includes actions in a skirmish or duel, such as forcing an emote on another player which disallows them the will of response.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
i'd say no, no.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
cukie1.
8. Tell us about yourself!
i contribute nothing to my local community and am a constant disappointment to my parents.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
absolutely not.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Tohm
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Character Name:
Leopold of Wolfstadt
Character Age:
22
Character Race:
human.
Appearance:
Boasting an altitude of roughly six feet, this bastard doesn't necessarily redeem himself in many qualities yet possesses a mildly captivating visage. Hues of imbued grey reside with his eye, unkempt raven strands atop which remind one easily of bedhead. Aside from such, he'd a face of hair yet to be grown further from a shadowed stubble.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
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Written Test!
Born out of the slums of Wolfstadt, left to naught but a mother whom knew the toils of impoverished living. Even so, a bastard nonetheless, a father whom he'd never the meeting during adolescence although his mother knew of him so fondly, sweet words to the young bastard's ear. For him, that inspired and drove lengths to find the father he never had, although such things were ambition for another time.
For one to assume the living within Wolfstadt was an easy life were foolishly mistaken, for it'd been quite the contrary. Aside from piety, Leopold found little respite in the rugged living; finding himself from the ripe age of five to be a corner-side shoe polisher. Garnished little in the way of wealth, yet allowed the young bastard to assemble humility, a virtue less and less prevalent by the day. Year by year, ease never found itself to their life until measles took his mother little more than a decade later. Alone, the youthful bastard sought out the perhaps last living remnant of his bloodline, one which he feared the most; his father. With only a name in mind, the following years were composed of little more than the oddjob to stave off hungering pains and a pursuit for the man whom abandoned his mother, Tohm Mechaskus.
For now, the bastard seeks little less than the mere acknowledgement of presence; for the man to know he'd been a true father and the plights of his long since deceased mother, and for the young bastard at least the meeting of the last of his blood.
Not often had Leopold found himself bound up in one thing or another, as vagrants do, roaming the Northern Kingdoms for a duration up until the Undead Invasion. Of course, the destruction of Wolfstadt had impaired little of his mood, having already been out- it never were a true place that he could call home, not for what it was or ended up. Scrounging and wealth had declined rapidly, finding scarce in either dimension.
Time and time again, triumph escaped his grasp instead, for the familiar face of failure. Failure, through the plight of finding a means of living; which many were keen on taking for themselves. Until one job, a simple one, posted within a local innkeep detailing the requirement for an able individual who'd assist in accounting. Numbers.
Only problem with such a thing, had that Leopold never acquired formal education.
Reluctant although without any reason not to, sure enough, the young bastard were within the confines of a little general shop which needed assistance with balances. Managing ledgers, handling imports and export logs and the whole division of administration, it were at great displeasure for Leopold; untrue to his life's calling, a deskjob.
Again, had he found his bearings on the Northern roads, treading town to town all with that once lost objective in mind: his father.
braybowski
2. How old are you?
18
3. What country are you from?
canada
4. Have you read the King's Law, Tome of Citizenship, Official Lore, and the Survival Guides yet?
yeh
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is the despicable act of integrating information acquired OOC'ly and implementing it in any shape, way and form into an IC scenario. Powergaming is simply making your character enjoy the more impossible feats of life, such as lifting a boulder which is far too much for their likeness. This also includes actions in a skirmish or duel, such as forcing an emote on another player which disallows them the will of response.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
i'd say no, no.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
cukie1.
8. Tell us about yourself!
i contribute nothing to my local community and am a constant disappointment to my parents.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
absolutely not.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Tohm
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Character Name:
Leopold of Wolfstadt
Character Age:
22
Character Race:
human.
Appearance:
Boasting an altitude of roughly six feet, this bastard doesn't necessarily redeem himself in many qualities yet possesses a mildly captivating visage. Hues of imbued grey reside with his eye, unkempt raven strands atop which remind one easily of bedhead. Aside from such, he'd a face of hair yet to be grown further from a shadowed stubble.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
-
Written Test!
Born out of the slums of Wolfstadt, left to naught but a mother whom knew the toils of impoverished living. Even so, a bastard nonetheless, a father whom he'd never the meeting during adolescence although his mother knew of him so fondly, sweet words to the young bastard's ear. For him, that inspired and drove lengths to find the father he never had, although such things were ambition for another time.
For one to assume the living within Wolfstadt was an easy life were foolishly mistaken, for it'd been quite the contrary. Aside from piety, Leopold found little respite in the rugged living; finding himself from the ripe age of five to be a corner-side shoe polisher. Garnished little in the way of wealth, yet allowed the young bastard to assemble humility, a virtue less and less prevalent by the day. Year by year, ease never found itself to their life until measles took his mother little more than a decade later. Alone, the youthful bastard sought out the perhaps last living remnant of his bloodline, one which he feared the most; his father. With only a name in mind, the following years were composed of little more than the oddjob to stave off hungering pains and a pursuit for the man whom abandoned his mother, Tohm Mechaskus.
For now, the bastard seeks little less than the mere acknowledgement of presence; for the man to know he'd been a true father and the plights of his long since deceased mother, and for the young bastard at least the meeting of the last of his blood.
Not often had Leopold found himself bound up in one thing or another, as vagrants do, roaming the Northern Kingdoms for a duration up until the Undead Invasion. Of course, the destruction of Wolfstadt had impaired little of his mood, having already been out- it never were a true place that he could call home, not for what it was or ended up. Scrounging and wealth had declined rapidly, finding scarce in either dimension.
Time and time again, triumph escaped his grasp instead, for the familiar face of failure. Failure, through the plight of finding a means of living; which many were keen on taking for themselves. Until one job, a simple one, posted within a local innkeep detailing the requirement for an able individual who'd assist in accounting. Numbers.
Only problem with such a thing, had that Leopold never acquired formal education.
Reluctant although without any reason not to, sure enough, the young bastard were within the confines of a little general shop which needed assistance with balances. Managing ledgers, handling imports and export logs and the whole division of administration, it were at great displeasure for Leopold; untrue to his life's calling, a deskjob.
Again, had he found his bearings on the Northern roads, treading town to town all with that once lost objective in mind: his father.
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