1. What is your Minecraft username?
Venividiroxy and ComplicatedCase
2. How old are you?
23
3. What country are you from?
The Netherlands but I suppose I speak English.
4. Have you read the King's Law, Tome of Citizenship, Official Lore, and the Survival Guides yet?
Yes
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming and powergaming are evil. Don't do it kids.
Billy knows things he can't know in RP and uses that in RP. Billy is a filthy heretic and a metagamer.
Arthur notices Billy is a filthy heretic and *BURNS BILLY*. The fact that Billy didn't get a chance to repent for his since makes Arthur a powergamer.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Nope
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Charydibs <--- Something like that. I can't spell.
8. Tell us about yourself!
I'm an author, a scubadiver and a cynical old man. I have no life besides my job and my writing. I suppose I am studying to get my master in English and Education but that doesn't count.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
Pls no.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Uhh... Sort of, I keep coming back. This is my fourth application here.
You can remove the guidelines above when you're copy and pasting the application. The instructions above are for you to read and can be removed when applying.
Character Name:
Henry Halfblood
Character Age:
Seventeen
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
This character is a ginger jester with green eyes, pale skin and is skinny. He is 6 foot tall and has basic knowlege of the lute. He also has a lute. He also wears a feather on a green hat and wears all green clothing.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
No.
Written Test!
It was a dark and stormy night. Henry Halfblood had seen it all. The light shone through the opening of the cave onto his face and the crowd of people around him had a frown etched deeply into their expressions. He knew what was about to occur and he knew there was no way he would avoid the tomatoes from the angriest of Mockingjay peasants. His shrill voice would echo throughout the stage and his song would spark the rage in their hearts. He was by far the worst performer of the arts the world had ever seen, excluding perhaps Jeroxia Azerwind but he didn’t count anyway. He strummed his lute from high to low and scraped his throat. “Oh, she is a jolly good fella. She is a jolly good fella, with a fish upon her nose.” Henry didn’t even have to finish the first part of his rhyme. Tomatoes, cabbages and a rogue watermelon flew toward him and he bowed as he hopped off the stage. Another night, another angry crowd but it didn’t matter to Henry for a wise woman had once told him “It doesn’t matter, your mother will love you again when you stop singing or get good.” And on that day, Henry vowed to become the greatest bard in the lands. He vowed that no matter how hard the wind blows, nothing else matters. He would endure the barrage of tomatoes, the volley of cabbages and the occasional rogue watermelon to do this so his mother would love him again. His mother was fine by the way, Henry was definitely not an orphan or an assassin, he was too squeamish around blood and children to do any of those things.
He walked to a table where an old man was sat. The old man looked at Henry and said. “You will never do that again.” Someone hit him over the back of his head and another person got rid of his tongue. But this didn’t stop Henry. Even without a way to sing, he would become the greatest bard of all times.
Henry stood, slung his lute over his shoulder despite the blood dripping down his jaw and the likely to be soon lethal wounds he suffered from this occurrence and nodded. There was no way the people were ready for this. They were not ready for the magnificence of Henry Halfblood.
Life in Altera was about to change
Venividiroxy and ComplicatedCase
2. How old are you?
23
3. What country are you from?
The Netherlands but I suppose I speak English.
4. Have you read the King's Law, Tome of Citizenship, Official Lore, and the Survival Guides yet?
Yes
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming and powergaming are evil. Don't do it kids.
Billy knows things he can't know in RP and uses that in RP. Billy is a filthy heretic and a metagamer.
Arthur notices Billy is a filthy heretic and *BURNS BILLY*. The fact that Billy didn't get a chance to repent for his since makes Arthur a powergamer.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Nope
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Charydibs <--- Something like that. I can't spell.
8. Tell us about yourself!
I'm an author, a scubadiver and a cynical old man. I have no life besides my job and my writing. I suppose I am studying to get my master in English and Education but that doesn't count.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
Pls no.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Uhh... Sort of, I keep coming back. This is my fourth application here.
You can remove the guidelines above when you're copy and pasting the application. The instructions above are for you to read and can be removed when applying.
Character Name:
Henry Halfblood
Character Age:
Seventeen
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
This character is a ginger jester with green eyes, pale skin and is skinny. He is 6 foot tall and has basic knowlege of the lute. He also has a lute. He also wears a feather on a green hat and wears all green clothing.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
No.
Written Test!
It was a dark and stormy night. Henry Halfblood had seen it all. The light shone through the opening of the cave onto his face and the crowd of people around him had a frown etched deeply into their expressions. He knew what was about to occur and he knew there was no way he would avoid the tomatoes from the angriest of Mockingjay peasants. His shrill voice would echo throughout the stage and his song would spark the rage in their hearts. He was by far the worst performer of the arts the world had ever seen, excluding perhaps Jeroxia Azerwind but he didn’t count anyway. He strummed his lute from high to low and scraped his throat. “Oh, she is a jolly good fella. She is a jolly good fella, with a fish upon her nose.” Henry didn’t even have to finish the first part of his rhyme. Tomatoes, cabbages and a rogue watermelon flew toward him and he bowed as he hopped off the stage. Another night, another angry crowd but it didn’t matter to Henry for a wise woman had once told him “It doesn’t matter, your mother will love you again when you stop singing or get good.” And on that day, Henry vowed to become the greatest bard in the lands. He vowed that no matter how hard the wind blows, nothing else matters. He would endure the barrage of tomatoes, the volley of cabbages and the occasional rogue watermelon to do this so his mother would love him again. His mother was fine by the way, Henry was definitely not an orphan or an assassin, he was too squeamish around blood and children to do any of those things.
He walked to a table where an old man was sat. The old man looked at Henry and said. “You will never do that again.” Someone hit him over the back of his head and another person got rid of his tongue. But this didn’t stop Henry. Even without a way to sing, he would become the greatest bard of all times.
Henry stood, slung his lute over his shoulder despite the blood dripping down his jaw and the likely to be soon lethal wounds he suffered from this occurrence and nodded. There was no way the people were ready for this. They were not ready for the magnificence of Henry Halfblood.
Life in Altera was about to change
