Cloakedsphere
Villager
About you
1) What is your MINECRAFT username?
Cloakedsphere
2) How old are you?
18
3) Where are you?
USA, Pacific North West
4) Have you read our guides yet?
Yes I have.
5) Introduce yourself!
Im not a normal 18 year old male. My name is Juanitas! Nah, I am kidding. My name is Jonathan but most people call me Jon or Cloaked. I spend most of my time playing video games ranging from every aspect from RTS, MMORPG's, MMO's, FPS's and many more games. Im a very passive-aggressive person when it comes to arguing and generally dislike blatant stupidity. I will make it known that I dislike you if you get on my bad sad. I tell it like it is. Not how people want to hear it. I swear a lot IRL. Thats 'bout it.
6) Got any examples of your work?
Uh... I did some art before and still do art pieces. I just dont do them as frequently. Here is a link to my deviantart. http://cloakedsphere.deviantart.com/
7) Did you explore our world prior to your application?
No. I dont wish to spoil my surprise and judge your server before applying.
8) Referrer: (Optional)
I have a few RL friends that play on this server... sadly I dont talk to them super often and I dont know their MC names. They are all kinda split into different cities and told me about this server nearly a year ago.
About your character
Name:
Namastaii
Age:
265
Race:
Moor Elf
Appearance:
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The test
Namastaii, born far north (even further than Riddleport) is one tall and broad elf. His father and mother were alcoholics before the idea of conceiving a child became a reality to them both. Fast forward 15 months and out pops Namastaii. His name is exactly the same as his fathers. Both of the parents lived out in the wilderness, north of Riddleport. His father spent most of his time learning how to blacksmith as Namastaii, his son watched from a safe distance. Once Namastaii became of an old enough age he was eager to pick up blacksmithing with his father and learn from his own fathers techniques and abilities.
A few years pass as him and his father practice making swords and tools so they may continue to live in the wilderness, staying completely independent off the outside resources. His mother on the other hand would consistently travel into the city. He wanted to visit the city some day but his father would always say no and his mother ignored his cries and pleas to go. Tensions began to grow between him and his parents and after a couple hundred years of living in the same house, he got fed up. He left the house during the night and went off to find the big city that he was in search of.
After leaving his home and heading in the direction he thought was correct, he became lost in the dense brush in the middle of the night. He looks for caves, low hanging tree's... just about anything you could find to use as a shelter for the night. After spending an hour searching for shelter, he resorted to huddling under a low hanging tree with dense foliage above his head to keep from any rain getting him wet. With the night coming to a close and the sun rising in the east, he woke up and decided to give up on his adventure. When he returned home he would notice his parents being abnormally calm and collected for himself just leaving the safety of their home. It was an odd coincidence... As if they didn't even notice he was gone.
A few days pass.
One very odd morning, Namastaii appeared to have slept in. He was not awaken by the clanks of metal against a red hot steel tool. He found it odd that the noise of an anvil being clanked was... not heard. The home he lived in... no longer smelled of alcohol. In fact, when he leaned up out of his bed and looked around the small hut he noticed his parents beds have been stripped and nearly every belonging under their beds, on their shelves, in the cabinets were all of a sudden gone. As he gets up and heads for the door a small piece of paper appeared to be nailed to the front of it on the inside of the door. The note appears to have very sloppy handwriting on it and a very large stench of alcohol comes from the note. The note reads as follows.
"Dear Namastaii,
I understand you might be somewhat ange-"
The rest of the note appeared to have just been scribbles. It was somewhat obvious to piece together what has happened to him. His parents decided to pack up and leave without him, most likely headed for the big city while he was to stay at the home, possibly for the rest of his life. He waited around the house for a day, unsure of what to do with himself. After waiting for what seemed like forever, he got up grabbed his remaining things and once again, headed for the big city.
With nothing more than the clothes on his back, a small rucksack filled with rations for a couple nights, a very crude and dull dagger he made during his work with his father and his apprentice blacksmithing skills, he decided to keep going. There is nothing left for him at home. He turns to head in a direction he thought was the right direction. His adventures in the realm of Altera are just beginning and the story of his life shall grow and prosper.
1) What is your MINECRAFT username?
Cloakedsphere
2) How old are you?
18
3) Where are you?
USA, Pacific North West
4) Have you read our guides yet?
Yes I have.
5) Introduce yourself!
Im not a normal 18 year old male. My name is Juanitas! Nah, I am kidding. My name is Jonathan but most people call me Jon or Cloaked. I spend most of my time playing video games ranging from every aspect from RTS, MMORPG's, MMO's, FPS's and many more games. Im a very passive-aggressive person when it comes to arguing and generally dislike blatant stupidity. I will make it known that I dislike you if you get on my bad sad. I tell it like it is. Not how people want to hear it. I swear a lot IRL. Thats 'bout it.
6) Got any examples of your work?
Uh... I did some art before and still do art pieces. I just dont do them as frequently. Here is a link to my deviantart. http://cloakedsphere.deviantart.com/
7) Did you explore our world prior to your application?
No. I dont wish to spoil my surprise and judge your server before applying.
8) Referrer: (Optional)
I have a few RL friends that play on this server... sadly I dont talk to them super often and I dont know their MC names. They are all kinda split into different cities and told me about this server nearly a year ago.
About your character
Name:
Namastaii
Age:
265
Race:
Moor Elf
Appearance:
---
The test
Namastaii, born far north (even further than Riddleport) is one tall and broad elf. His father and mother were alcoholics before the idea of conceiving a child became a reality to them both. Fast forward 15 months and out pops Namastaii. His name is exactly the same as his fathers. Both of the parents lived out in the wilderness, north of Riddleport. His father spent most of his time learning how to blacksmith as Namastaii, his son watched from a safe distance. Once Namastaii became of an old enough age he was eager to pick up blacksmithing with his father and learn from his own fathers techniques and abilities.
A few years pass as him and his father practice making swords and tools so they may continue to live in the wilderness, staying completely independent off the outside resources. His mother on the other hand would consistently travel into the city. He wanted to visit the city some day but his father would always say no and his mother ignored his cries and pleas to go. Tensions began to grow between him and his parents and after a couple hundred years of living in the same house, he got fed up. He left the house during the night and went off to find the big city that he was in search of.
After leaving his home and heading in the direction he thought was correct, he became lost in the dense brush in the middle of the night. He looks for caves, low hanging tree's... just about anything you could find to use as a shelter for the night. After spending an hour searching for shelter, he resorted to huddling under a low hanging tree with dense foliage above his head to keep from any rain getting him wet. With the night coming to a close and the sun rising in the east, he woke up and decided to give up on his adventure. When he returned home he would notice his parents being abnormally calm and collected for himself just leaving the safety of their home. It was an odd coincidence... As if they didn't even notice he was gone.
A few days pass.
One very odd morning, Namastaii appeared to have slept in. He was not awaken by the clanks of metal against a red hot steel tool. He found it odd that the noise of an anvil being clanked was... not heard. The home he lived in... no longer smelled of alcohol. In fact, when he leaned up out of his bed and looked around the small hut he noticed his parents beds have been stripped and nearly every belonging under their beds, on their shelves, in the cabinets were all of a sudden gone. As he gets up and heads for the door a small piece of paper appeared to be nailed to the front of it on the inside of the door. The note appears to have very sloppy handwriting on it and a very large stench of alcohol comes from the note. The note reads as follows.
"Dear Namastaii,
I understand you might be somewhat ange-"
The rest of the note appeared to have just been scribbles. It was somewhat obvious to piece together what has happened to him. His parents decided to pack up and leave without him, most likely headed for the big city while he was to stay at the home, possibly for the rest of his life. He waited around the house for a day, unsure of what to do with himself. After waiting for what seemed like forever, he got up grabbed his remaining things and once again, headed for the big city.
With nothing more than the clothes on his back, a small rucksack filled with rations for a couple nights, a very crude and dull dagger he made during his work with his father and his apprentice blacksmithing skills, he decided to keep going. There is nothing left for him at home. He turns to head in a direction he thought was the right direction. His adventures in the realm of Altera are just beginning and the story of his life shall grow and prosper.
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