About You! 1. What is your Minecraft username? Caranthir_ 2. How old are you? 17 3. What country are you from? The United Kingdom! 4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet? Affirmative 5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming? Metagaming is the deliberate and purposeful usage of information in RP that one's character would not know. Powergaming is the forceful assertion of RP, without consideration for the RP actions of others. For example; "Benjamin slashes the man with his saber, killing him instantly", is a fine display of powergaming. 6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server? No. 7. Name one of our current Mentors. 223hero7 (223Hero7) 8. Tell us about yourself! My interests include history, most specifically European history throughout the ages, political discord, and public speaking. I am a stubborn monarchist (God Save the Queen) and one day wish to enter Her Majesties Parliament! I'm quite approachable and believe myself to be a reasonable person. 9. Do you have any examples of your work? N/A 10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server? Wealthypiano and seannie introduced me to HollowCraft. About Your Character! Character Name: Konstantin Frederick Character Age: 13 Character Race: Human! Appearance: Konstantin, otherwise known as "Constantine", has curly dark brown hair, light grey eyes, and whitewashed pale skin. His face is sculptured and imperious, with a high brow, sharp cheekbones, and a straight nose. He stands at a mere 5'3, and weighs 100 lbs. (Optional) Picture of the Skin: Written Test! The sky above dimmed, as the crickets began to cease in their endless chirping. The gleaming silver curve of the moon levitated already in the east, as the inhospitable land began to disappear. The silhouette of a moving deer cantered in the moonlight, and fifty feet away a small figure had emerged from the shadow of a tree and was standing with each of his hands holding the other behind his back. The peppered stars above had begun to balk as this figure capered nimbly along the country road. The heavens seemed to begin to moan and groan as the wind picked up in the sky; and the slim pine trees made leisurely little movements as they swayed gently in the breeze. A small body of water met the figures path, and he bent down casually to inspect it; simultaneously, the moon had risen slightly higher, and floating within that wavy pond was a circular mass of minuscule silver scales, from the reflection of the night's light-giver. From that reflection of light, the figure revealed itself to be Konstantin Frederick, a slim and dainty boy no more than roughly five feet tall. Yet, this meager anatomy stood upright and proud, his undaunted form quizzically gazing down upon the shimmering light sent forth from the heavens themselves to the body of water at which he now stood. The world stood at perfect peace with itself, it was as if the Gods of old had paused time, and had commanded the landscape with silence. But, contrary to all this, the young man stood at a precipice; his heart beat in a turbulent riot, and all that stood still on this perfect night seemed ineffable to the young Konstantin, perplexed that such a complicated world could produce such stillness, yet such activity at the same time. But these thoughts and reveries provided the grey eyed child with an outlet for his distracted imagination; they were a satisfactory nod to the falsehood in the truth. Though after a few moments of intensive pondering, Konstantin simply lifted his chin, his dull grey orbs shimmering in the moonlight. His form shifted upon the leaf littered ground, and at once his visage scanned the horizon - nothingness was presented to the youthful Konstantin, and he grasped it willingly by the cusp of his hand. His heels hit the ground, and he walked onwards to a new life; a new beginning.