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Lord of Altera
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Finnris
2. How old are you?
I'm 16 years young. (Heh? No? Ok.)
3. What country are you from?
I’m from The United States.
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yes, as proof, an excerpt: “Regions have a radius of influence and new regions cannot be built within that radius.”
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
The usage of knowledge not available to your character or making them unreasonably overpowered. (Edit: Powergaming is aggressively pursuing a goal, or end game and foregoing storytelling. In addition, powergaming is performing actions that negate other players ability to respond or counter, such as a flagrant disarming move/action. Simply not keeping in line with the limits of your character's ability.)
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Tiberione
Jinny
8. Tell us about yourself!
Though I’m young I’ve got a lot of engineering skill, rocketry is one of my hobbies. Though I’m not athletic I used to fence and still “practice” using some cheap sabers. My favorite music or rather a composer is “Vindsvept fantasy music,” and/ or classical. My favorite book series is “Eragon.”
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I'm a builder, and I would like to consider myself good with words. (But that’s more subjective)
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
No, I just stumbled upon it trying to find a decent server, the name piqued my interest and the description sounded agreeable... so here I am.
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Vellyen
Character Age:
46
Character Race:
Elf
Appearance:
Tall, long pointed ears, long legs, Golden sepia hair, eyes blue, and gold. Usually wearing a cream tunic embroidered with green ribbon, with brown pants and dark high boots. Additional items: a green cloak, leather arming belts, and brass bracelets.
Written Test!
Current Setting of the Server:
The brave ones they called us... We took the risk, rode the storm and went through the countless ordeals, after peril, after ordeal. And now... We’re here, the land we spent so long journeying towards is finally sprawled out before us like a map unfurled on a navigators table, yet there be no map or sexton, the stars are not as they should be. We wait now, for a glimmer, an inkling, an urge to call us to what we are now meant to do. To us, the journey was... survival a now we have a chance to live like proud people again, no more fleeting... “Vellyen!” A man shouts interrupting my lapse, I turn to face him, promptly having a crate filled with some moving object, or animal pushed into my arms. “Set this one down over there.” He says gesturing to an embankment coated with kelp and barnacles. As I turn from the respite of mindless labor I’m called into a group speaking in hushed tones, and sneaking suspicious glances at passers-by. A short man with a bald head pulls me deeper into the congregation. “You’re Vellyen yes?” he asks not inquisitively but as a statement. “Indeed and you are?” I ask, “Tibor, but my name is of no consequence. I was told that you were or could be again, one that was light on their feet and quick with a shot, am I correct in this info?” “You are,” I reply. “Good, good...” he grumbles. “ I ask you this because some of the passengers report strange movements by the shores, eyes peering, pressing into our affairs, yet nothing’s to be seen. “Yes, yes very troubling” I state, “Yet what will I gain for risking myself in pursuit of fae and fairies?” “Ah,” Tibor grumbles. “The feeling reaches us all, even you elf, be tall as you may.” He chuckles a mirthless laugh. “Piece of mind and a good nights sleep, for once.” He adds. “Fair enough.” I relinquish, more gladdened by the opportunity to rid myself of the milling people at the landing site, then to trudge into the brush and brier. With a unspoken affirmation, I return to the ship, after donning a cloak and a yew shortbow with quiver I set out into the darkened canopy. To my surprise the forest is quite calm, the foreboding that has settled into the hearts of the colonists does not sneak into my mind. I start to surmise that this sense of ill is not just by the land or the strange beasts that surely inhabit it, these people who simply world-worn and cautious, it’s not the starts that are in the wrong place, it is now us in a different one, the grief still acts as the celestial darkness, and as darkness goes we went. This country is only as strange to us as we are to it. The embers of our past fuel our bright future. Resolute in my discovery and affirmed at my revelation, I begin the jaunt back to the beach... Completely unaware of the shadows watching me from beyond.
Finnris
2. How old are you?
I'm 16 years young. (Heh? No? Ok.)
3. What country are you from?
I’m from The United States.
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yes, as proof, an excerpt: “Regions have a radius of influence and new regions cannot be built within that radius.”
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
The usage of knowledge not available to your character or making them unreasonably overpowered. (Edit: Powergaming is aggressively pursuing a goal, or end game and foregoing storytelling. In addition, powergaming is performing actions that negate other players ability to respond or counter, such as a flagrant disarming move/action. Simply not keeping in line with the limits of your character's ability.)
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Tiberione
Jinny
8. Tell us about yourself!
Though I’m young I’ve got a lot of engineering skill, rocketry is one of my hobbies. Though I’m not athletic I used to fence and still “practice” using some cheap sabers. My favorite music or rather a composer is “Vindsvept fantasy music,” and/ or classical. My favorite book series is “Eragon.”
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I'm a builder, and I would like to consider myself good with words. (But that’s more subjective)
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
No, I just stumbled upon it trying to find a decent server, the name piqued my interest and the description sounded agreeable... so here I am.
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Vellyen
Character Age:
46
Character Race:
Elf
Appearance:
Tall, long pointed ears, long legs, Golden sepia hair, eyes blue, and gold. Usually wearing a cream tunic embroidered with green ribbon, with brown pants and dark high boots. Additional items: a green cloak, leather arming belts, and brass bracelets.
Written Test!
Current Setting of the Server:
The brave ones they called us... We took the risk, rode the storm and went through the countless ordeals, after peril, after ordeal. And now... We’re here, the land we spent so long journeying towards is finally sprawled out before us like a map unfurled on a navigators table, yet there be no map or sexton, the stars are not as they should be. We wait now, for a glimmer, an inkling, an urge to call us to what we are now meant to do. To us, the journey was... survival a now we have a chance to live like proud people again, no more fleeting... “Vellyen!” A man shouts interrupting my lapse, I turn to face him, promptly having a crate filled with some moving object, or animal pushed into my arms. “Set this one down over there.” He says gesturing to an embankment coated with kelp and barnacles. As I turn from the respite of mindless labor I’m called into a group speaking in hushed tones, and sneaking suspicious glances at passers-by. A short man with a bald head pulls me deeper into the congregation. “You’re Vellyen yes?” he asks not inquisitively but as a statement. “Indeed and you are?” I ask, “Tibor, but my name is of no consequence. I was told that you were or could be again, one that was light on their feet and quick with a shot, am I correct in this info?” “You are,” I reply. “Good, good...” he grumbles. “ I ask you this because some of the passengers report strange movements by the shores, eyes peering, pressing into our affairs, yet nothing’s to be seen. “Yes, yes very troubling” I state, “Yet what will I gain for risking myself in pursuit of fae and fairies?” “Ah,” Tibor grumbles. “The feeling reaches us all, even you elf, be tall as you may.” He chuckles a mirthless laugh. “Piece of mind and a good nights sleep, for once.” He adds. “Fair enough.” I relinquish, more gladdened by the opportunity to rid myself of the milling people at the landing site, then to trudge into the brush and brier. With a unspoken affirmation, I return to the ship, after donning a cloak and a yew shortbow with quiver I set out into the darkened canopy. To my surprise the forest is quite calm, the foreboding that has settled into the hearts of the colonists does not sneak into my mind. I start to surmise that this sense of ill is not just by the land or the strange beasts that surely inhabit it, these people who simply world-worn and cautious, it’s not the starts that are in the wrong place, it is now us in a different one, the grief still acts as the celestial darkness, and as darkness goes we went. This country is only as strange to us as we are to it. The embers of our past fuel our bright future. Resolute in my discovery and affirmed at my revelation, I begin the jaunt back to the beach... Completely unaware of the shadows watching me from beyond.
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