DrewMuzz
Villager
1. What is your Minecraft username?=
DrewMuzz
2. How old are you?
Eighteen
3. What country are you from?
United States
4. Have you read theKing's Law,Tome of Citizenship,Official Lore, and theSurvival Guides yet?
Yes
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is using outside knowledge(such as things heard in OOC) to benefit you in game, whilst powergaming is attempting to create a RP character/stage that grants abilities greater than the norm to your character as well as forcing your ideas onto other people. For example, powergaming in a RP environment might include having an extremely descriptive action that does not allow for a free response from another player.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Niko(SirNocholas14)
8. Tell us about yourself!
I currently enjoy poetry/writing in my free time, as well as some recreational tennis. I love Emo Rock, Alternative, and Electronic music, along with other genres that I have yet to find a name for. My favorite video game is Skyrim, in part for its amazing modding ability. My objective for joining this server is to better my RP for tabletop games like D&D and Pathfinder; I have enjoyed amateur DMing and playing but lack the confidence to really roleplay beyond a dark and silent character. My shyness defines my life. I read through tons of positive reviews on PMC as well as see the amazing work of the GuildsMC account and I’d love to think that I could join the community.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I would like to think that I have potential as an artist for improvements in my 2D/3D art would reflect onto my building, for I am primarily a builder and a hopeful writer.
Building Portfolio
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
No, but GuildsMC deserves praise for his work
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Tarkik (moon)
Character Age:
24
Character Race:
Human
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Strengths: Creative and Innovative (best snow-castles in the north!)
Flaws: Naive and Forgetful
Neutral: Distrusting, Instinctual
Languages: Basic Common.
Appearance:
Hair color:
Black, including average body hair.
Eye color:
Dark Brown
Skin:
Dark, keloids formed at certain points due to previous attacks from polar bears and the like.
“Husky”
Clothing:
Standard light faded blue hooded cloak, hiking knapsack, no shoes(but hidden well in wrapped cloth)
Nails:
Unnaturally Sharpened
Teeth:
Unnaturally Sharpened
Height:
about 5 ft
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
The snow of the days past had piled high in the valley. Its silence was only occasionally broken by the steady drip of the icicles forming around Tarkik’s nostrils as he slept against the ice-sheet wall. He dreamt of home, an icy cavern filled with the warmth of a single fire, and how much he missed that now.
He remembered how it all started, a supposed three day hunting trip with his father. In secret a plan to send him away from his overbearing mother, who had decided against allowing him to undergo the traditional rite of passage to see the world for a year and give her son the choice to either stay there or return home. Tarkik’s father let his son fall asleep on the second night knowing that his son would awake in the aftermath of many blizzards on top of him a week later with a letter that explained everything, a knapsack filled with fish and water, and the ability to dig his way out.
Upon opening his eyes, Tarkik mouthed to himself the common language of the lands of the Alteran continent that his father taught him, and reminded himself to keep covered unless he be spotted by a wild animal, or something worse. It had been long since he trimmed his nails, they were thicker and sharper than ever. He shook his head and tried his best to remember the date in Common, Fogwater? or perhaps Ghostmoon? He couldn’t remember what his father had said. Much to his dismay it was still night, perhaps he had slept for too long again. He was hungry. Taking the remaining hooks that remained in his knapsack and Tarkik created a make-do fishing pole by tying one of them to some twine in his pocket, which he tied to his walking stick. Padding around with his feet it took him only a minute to find a place where the glacier was thin enough to be quickly dug out. These spots occurred more often the further he traveled. Tarkik slid the hook across his leg hooking some bait which he proceeded to throw into the water with a plop. A fish came when the sun was on high, Tarkik ate it raw, it’s salty intestine taste unaffecting him.
He continued to make his way south over and under the mountains nearly impervious to the wet and the cold. Unbeknownst to him, he was a fall away from the northern fortress Rambar's Motte.
DrewMuzz
2. How old are you?
Eighteen
3. What country are you from?
United States
4. Have you read theKing's Law,Tome of Citizenship,Official Lore, and theSurvival Guides yet?
Yes
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is using outside knowledge(such as things heard in OOC) to benefit you in game, whilst powergaming is attempting to create a RP character/stage that grants abilities greater than the norm to your character as well as forcing your ideas onto other people. For example, powergaming in a RP environment might include having an extremely descriptive action that does not allow for a free response from another player.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Niko(SirNocholas14)
8. Tell us about yourself!
I currently enjoy poetry/writing in my free time, as well as some recreational tennis. I love Emo Rock, Alternative, and Electronic music, along with other genres that I have yet to find a name for. My favorite video game is Skyrim, in part for its amazing modding ability. My objective for joining this server is to better my RP for tabletop games like D&D and Pathfinder; I have enjoyed amateur DMing and playing but lack the confidence to really roleplay beyond a dark and silent character. My shyness defines my life. I read through tons of positive reviews on PMC as well as see the amazing work of the GuildsMC account and I’d love to think that I could join the community.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I would like to think that I have potential as an artist for improvements in my 2D/3D art would reflect onto my building, for I am primarily a builder and a hopeful writer.
Building Portfolio
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
No, but GuildsMC deserves praise for his work
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Tarkik (moon)
Character Age:
24
Character Race:
Human
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Strengths: Creative and Innovative (best snow-castles in the north!)
Flaws: Naive and Forgetful
Neutral: Distrusting, Instinctual
Languages: Basic Common.
Appearance:
Hair color:
Black, including average body hair.
Eye color:
Dark Brown
Skin:
Dark, keloids formed at certain points due to previous attacks from polar bears and the like.
“Husky”
Clothing:
Standard light faded blue hooded cloak, hiking knapsack, no shoes(but hidden well in wrapped cloth)
Nails:
Unnaturally Sharpened
Teeth:
Unnaturally Sharpened
Height:
about 5 ft
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
The snow of the days past had piled high in the valley. Its silence was only occasionally broken by the steady drip of the icicles forming around Tarkik’s nostrils as he slept against the ice-sheet wall. He dreamt of home, an icy cavern filled with the warmth of a single fire, and how much he missed that now.
He remembered how it all started, a supposed three day hunting trip with his father. In secret a plan to send him away from his overbearing mother, who had decided against allowing him to undergo the traditional rite of passage to see the world for a year and give her son the choice to either stay there or return home. Tarkik’s father let his son fall asleep on the second night knowing that his son would awake in the aftermath of many blizzards on top of him a week later with a letter that explained everything, a knapsack filled with fish and water, and the ability to dig his way out.
Upon opening his eyes, Tarkik mouthed to himself the common language of the lands of the Alteran continent that his father taught him, and reminded himself to keep covered unless he be spotted by a wild animal, or something worse. It had been long since he trimmed his nails, they were thicker and sharper than ever. He shook his head and tried his best to remember the date in Common, Fogwater? or perhaps Ghostmoon? He couldn’t remember what his father had said. Much to his dismay it was still night, perhaps he had slept for too long again. He was hungry. Taking the remaining hooks that remained in his knapsack and Tarkik created a make-do fishing pole by tying one of them to some twine in his pocket, which he tied to his walking stick. Padding around with his feet it took him only a minute to find a place where the glacier was thin enough to be quickly dug out. These spots occurred more often the further he traveled. Tarkik slid the hook across his leg hooking some bait which he proceeded to throw into the water with a plop. A fish came when the sun was on high, Tarkik ate it raw, it’s salty intestine taste unaffecting him.
He continued to make his way south over and under the mountains nearly impervious to the wet and the cold. Unbeknownst to him, he was a fall away from the northern fortress Rambar's Motte.
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