1. What is your Minecraft username?
Cubeydoom
2. How old are you?
37
3. What country are you from?
United Kingdom
4. Have you read the King's Law, Tome of Citizenship, Official Lore, and the Survival Guides yet?
King's Law? That is damn old name of rules! Soo Yeah
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
I do know this rules, I don't do it.
Metagaming, OOC player would watch somebody who are roleplaying, before she/he joins the roleplay and tell them what he/she did, it's not supposed to know them.
Powergaming, Um it's not fun to do when you can't die if someone stab you to death, you would be stronger than them but your character is not a god or such.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
X-Ray? Used to be Seeker but part time, not as much, I loved catching people with black magic.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
What's Mentor? I name 223hero7 cause I knew him!
8. Tell us about yourself!
I am Cubeydoom, the old and legend member of Hollowworld in 6 years ago. I roleplayed as Tavish and Grief.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I used to draw HW Cartoons, dunno if still exists on forum.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
How did I find this server? That's 6 years ago! lol it was refered by Steelcyro from Gaming Deluxe but its really old anyway.
About Your Character!
Character Name:
John Frost
Character Age:
30
Character Race:
Human.
Appearance:
Tallish with long brown hair and raggedy beard.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
n/a
Written Test!
John Frost looked at the crumpled book in his hands and felt puzzled. He walked over to the window and reflected on his dreary surroundings. He had always loved cold Hawk's Perch with its tall dark trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel puzzled.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Hannah. She was a tight-fisted washerwoman with short legs and ruddy arms. John gulped, she was here earlier than he expected.
His adoptive mother was a controlling old woman, whose face always looked as though you were covered in mud and had got it on her clothes. Once, he had brought a wounded owl back that he had found from a walk in the forest. He had tried to look after it but his mother smothered it when she found it. Another look outside told him all that was prepared for what he had in store today.
A sudden wind started bringing with it some rain in the distance. John shivered. As he stepped outside and Hannah came closer, he could see the cool glint in her eye. There was a glare with all the wrath that her callous heart could muster. She said, in hushed tones, "I want you gone." John looked back, still fingering the crumpled book. "Mother, I do not expect you to forgive me" he replied. She stared into the distance. The two horses in a nearby field trotted away, frightened as if they knew what was coming.
Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I hope you remember me one day." began John, picking up his bag, "when you are cold and without help." Hannah looked irritable, her jaw clenched. John could actually hear her silent rage.
He pushed past her and walked away. The washerwoman screamed and screamed as he walked away into the distance. He took a bottle of ale out of his bag to calm his nerves and travelled off into the night.
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Current Setting of the Server:
As the last galleys pull into port from the Northern Kingdoms, so too do they mark the end of the Exodus. A dark and desperate chapter in Altera's history.
The undead swarms had battered us, and the Sea of Storms had bruised us, yet here we were, alive. Alive in a brave new frontier to the east, and the flickering embers of our dying lands were now kindling the fires of new civilization, in a land of opportunity, vast and boundless.
Now, for the first time in a long time, there is hope. Hope of a new chapter, a new beginning and a clean slate. Yet there is also fear. Fear of the land unknown, and the danger untold. There is fear that, in spreading the light, we draw the ire of what lies in the shadows.
But no matter the opinions on the subject, there is one thing that may be said for certain.
Life on Altera was about to change
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Northern Kingdom! my god we used to around on old worlds! However I would like Grief to be whitelisted as SarahGrief. Grief is a lot changed since her defeat, she isn't evil anymore and nice lady. Who knows
However it's fine to decline my application if you think I'm not worth to visit
Cubeydoom
2. How old are you?
37
3. What country are you from?
United Kingdom
4. Have you read the King's Law, Tome of Citizenship, Official Lore, and the Survival Guides yet?
King's Law? That is damn old name of rules! Soo Yeah
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
I do know this rules, I don't do it.
Metagaming, OOC player would watch somebody who are roleplaying, before she/he joins the roleplay and tell them what he/she did, it's not supposed to know them.
Powergaming, Um it's not fun to do when you can't die if someone stab you to death, you would be stronger than them but your character is not a god or such.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
X-Ray? Used to be Seeker but part time, not as much, I loved catching people with black magic.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
What's Mentor? I name 223hero7 cause I knew him!
8. Tell us about yourself!
I am Cubeydoom, the old and legend member of Hollowworld in 6 years ago. I roleplayed as Tavish and Grief.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I used to draw HW Cartoons, dunno if still exists on forum.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
How did I find this server? That's 6 years ago! lol it was refered by Steelcyro from Gaming Deluxe but its really old anyway.
About Your Character!
Character Name:
John Frost
Character Age:
30
Character Race:
Human.
Appearance:
Tallish with long brown hair and raggedy beard.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
n/a
Written Test!
John Frost looked at the crumpled book in his hands and felt puzzled. He walked over to the window and reflected on his dreary surroundings. He had always loved cold Hawk's Perch with its tall dark trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel puzzled.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Hannah. She was a tight-fisted washerwoman with short legs and ruddy arms. John gulped, she was here earlier than he expected.
His adoptive mother was a controlling old woman, whose face always looked as though you were covered in mud and had got it on her clothes. Once, he had brought a wounded owl back that he had found from a walk in the forest. He had tried to look after it but his mother smothered it when she found it. Another look outside told him all that was prepared for what he had in store today.
A sudden wind started bringing with it some rain in the distance. John shivered. As he stepped outside and Hannah came closer, he could see the cool glint in her eye. There was a glare with all the wrath that her callous heart could muster. She said, in hushed tones, "I want you gone." John looked back, still fingering the crumpled book. "Mother, I do not expect you to forgive me" he replied. She stared into the distance. The two horses in a nearby field trotted away, frightened as if they knew what was coming.
Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I hope you remember me one day." began John, picking up his bag, "when you are cold and without help." Hannah looked irritable, her jaw clenched. John could actually hear her silent rage.
He pushed past her and walked away. The washerwoman screamed and screamed as he walked away into the distance. He took a bottle of ale out of his bag to calm his nerves and travelled off into the night.
---
Current Setting of the Server:
As the last galleys pull into port from the Northern Kingdoms, so too do they mark the end of the Exodus. A dark and desperate chapter in Altera's history.
The undead swarms had battered us, and the Sea of Storms had bruised us, yet here we were, alive. Alive in a brave new frontier to the east, and the flickering embers of our dying lands were now kindling the fires of new civilization, in a land of opportunity, vast and boundless.
Now, for the first time in a long time, there is hope. Hope of a new chapter, a new beginning and a clean slate. Yet there is also fear. Fear of the land unknown, and the danger untold. There is fear that, in spreading the light, we draw the ire of what lies in the shadows.
But no matter the opinions on the subject, there is one thing that may be said for certain.
Life on Altera was about to change
---
Northern Kingdom! my god we used to around on old worlds! However I would like Grief to be whitelisted as SarahGrief. Grief is a lot changed since her defeat, she isn't evil anymore and nice lady. Who knows
However it's fine to decline my application if you think I'm not worth to visit
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