KappaKing
Villager
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
MattGengar
2. How old are you?
17
3. What country are you from?
The United States of America
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yes
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming: Using OOC knowledge that your character would not know to your advantage
(Example: If you know a character is weak to swords, but your character does not know that, you shouldn't use it to your advantage)
Powergaming: Controlling another character without their player's consent
(Example: *Cuts the mans head off quickly, Ending the fight before it starts* )
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Nope!
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Ayda.
8. Tell us about yourself!
I'm an avid gamer. I enjoy MMORPGs, I play D&D on the weekends with my friends, I enjoy wrestling and comic books, and I consider myself an artist.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
See file at bottom of page !!!
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
CobraGhost, my girlfriend reccomended me. She says it's a very prestigious server, and I should check it out.
About Your Character!
Character Name: Jaune Pierre
Character Age: 23
Character Race: Human
Appearance:
Jaune has a full head of unkempt and messy brown hair. His eyes are dark brown, similar
to the color of the bark on an Oak tree. His skin is a light tan, Blemished only by
the dirt frequently found on his face, and the scar on his right shoulder from a wound he
sustained falling out of a Birchwood tree as a child.
He wears common clothes, a stained cotton shirt and brown pants,
with Leather boots and gloves as his only forms of protection from
the elements.
Written Test: (Note: I was given permission by CobraGhost to use the characters Annabelle and Danielle)
With a swift cracking noise, a piece of wood was sent flying through the forest, falling onto a pile of many more pieces like it. Jaune wiped the sweat from his forehead, as he placed the now broken handle to his wooden sword on the floor to his right, picking up another one from the pile on his left. 4 months, he had been chopping at this tree with his wooden swords. 4 bloody months.
Another hour passed, and Jaune finally stopped to take a break. He turned toward his cabin, plopping himself down on a chair on his porch. As he reached down to the floor to grab his jug of watered down whiskey, his maple brown eyes glanced up, meeting a pair of Chestnut irises.
“Ah, and the beautiful lady of royalty returns!” he chuckled, bowing his head sarcastically.
“Bite me!” The woman said, chuckling slightly as she approached him, resting her hand on his cheek “Still hard at work, I see. I’m sure you’re shaping up to be a fine swordsman, and if not, maybe an axeman. I mean, just look at all this firewood you’ve gotten for us!” she said, a light giggle escaping her lips.
This woman was Jaune’s wife to be: A grey-haired woman by the name of Danielle Pyroma. They had met during the winter solstice festival, and after a few drinks, were nearly inseparable. She sat down in the chair next to him, leaning back into it. Jaune smiled over at her, taking her by the hand, before standing up.
“Today. Today is the day I will down this tree. Tomorrow will be the day I become a swordsman.” He said, looking down at her. “And I will make our name known throughout the lands!” He chuckled, kissing the top of her hand, before heading out to the tree once more. A small shout could be heard from inside the cabin, Danielle’s sister Annabelle had been watching this entire interaction. “He better! I deserve to be sitting on a golden throne by the end of the month!” She said, before resting her head against her pillow once again.
That night, Jaune never came to bed.
The next morning, Danielle stretched her arms and crawled out of bed, making her way outside to check on her husband-to-be. What she saw struck a chord in her mind, and in her heart. Before her, he fiancee stood atop a downed oak tree, holding a broken wooden sword triumphantly in his hand.
As her jaw dropped, he smiled and looked over at her, saying in a calm voice, “Let’s head into town. It’s time to get me a real one.”
Below are files of my artwork
1. What is your Minecraft username?
MattGengar
2. How old are you?
17
3. What country are you from?
The United States of America
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yes
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming: Using OOC knowledge that your character would not know to your advantage
(Example: If you know a character is weak to swords, but your character does not know that, you shouldn't use it to your advantage)
Powergaming: Controlling another character without their player's consent
(Example: *Cuts the mans head off quickly, Ending the fight before it starts* )
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Nope!
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Ayda.
8. Tell us about yourself!
I'm an avid gamer. I enjoy MMORPGs, I play D&D on the weekends with my friends, I enjoy wrestling and comic books, and I consider myself an artist.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
See file at bottom of page !!!
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
CobraGhost, my girlfriend reccomended me. She says it's a very prestigious server, and I should check it out.
About Your Character!
Character Name: Jaune Pierre
Character Age: 23
Character Race: Human
Appearance:
Jaune has a full head of unkempt and messy brown hair. His eyes are dark brown, similar
to the color of the bark on an Oak tree. His skin is a light tan, Blemished only by
the dirt frequently found on his face, and the scar on his right shoulder from a wound he
sustained falling out of a Birchwood tree as a child.
He wears common clothes, a stained cotton shirt and brown pants,
with Leather boots and gloves as his only forms of protection from
the elements.
Written Test: (Note: I was given permission by CobraGhost to use the characters Annabelle and Danielle)
With a swift cracking noise, a piece of wood was sent flying through the forest, falling onto a pile of many more pieces like it. Jaune wiped the sweat from his forehead, as he placed the now broken handle to his wooden sword on the floor to his right, picking up another one from the pile on his left. 4 months, he had been chopping at this tree with his wooden swords. 4 bloody months.
Another hour passed, and Jaune finally stopped to take a break. He turned toward his cabin, plopping himself down on a chair on his porch. As he reached down to the floor to grab his jug of watered down whiskey, his maple brown eyes glanced up, meeting a pair of Chestnut irises.
“Ah, and the beautiful lady of royalty returns!” he chuckled, bowing his head sarcastically.
“Bite me!” The woman said, chuckling slightly as she approached him, resting her hand on his cheek “Still hard at work, I see. I’m sure you’re shaping up to be a fine swordsman, and if not, maybe an axeman. I mean, just look at all this firewood you’ve gotten for us!” she said, a light giggle escaping her lips.
This woman was Jaune’s wife to be: A grey-haired woman by the name of Danielle Pyroma. They had met during the winter solstice festival, and after a few drinks, were nearly inseparable. She sat down in the chair next to him, leaning back into it. Jaune smiled over at her, taking her by the hand, before standing up.
“Today. Today is the day I will down this tree. Tomorrow will be the day I become a swordsman.” He said, looking down at her. “And I will make our name known throughout the lands!” He chuckled, kissing the top of her hand, before heading out to the tree once more. A small shout could be heard from inside the cabin, Danielle’s sister Annabelle had been watching this entire interaction. “He better! I deserve to be sitting on a golden throne by the end of the month!” She said, before resting her head against her pillow once again.
That night, Jaune never came to bed.
The next morning, Danielle stretched her arms and crawled out of bed, making her way outside to check on her husband-to-be. What she saw struck a chord in her mind, and in her heart. Before her, he fiancee stood atop a downed oak tree, holding a broken wooden sword triumphantly in his hand.
As her jaw dropped, he smiled and looked over at her, saying in a calm voice, “Let’s head into town. It’s time to get me a real one.”
Below are files of my artwork
