King Clover Pig
Villager
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
King_Clover_Pig
2. How old are you?
14
3. What country are you from?
England
4. Have you read the King's Law, Tome of Citizenship, Official Lore, and the Survival Guides yet?
Yes. Yes I have.
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is using OOC Knowledge or information to effect the RP. For example: knowing OOC that a character is a Mage but not knowing it in RP, and using that knowledge in the RP.
Powergaming is generally acting OP when you're not and acting like, basically, a God. Powergaming can also be not letting the other Roleplayer react to your actions. Like saying that you stabbed them without letting them say if they dodged it or hit their sword out of the way etc.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Nope nopedy nope nope.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Squidzoid
8. Tell us about yourself!
Generally I'm quite sociable and like a good laugh. I enjoy RPing and stuff, which makes sense since I'm applying for this Server's Whitelist. I have a dog, (a Shnoodle named Oati) and 2 rabbits (Mini-Lops names Nimfi and Loopy). I like TV shows such as NCIS, Doctor Who, Gravity Falls and Star Trek. I enjoy reading, drawing, writing stories and video games.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I did start writing this book called Far Out once. Here's a link: http://figment.com/books/1022069-Far-Out
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
My friend Joona_R told me to check out this server, and it looks awesome!!
About Your Character!
This section is about the character you intend to use once you join the server.We ask that new players follow these guidelines during this portion of the application:
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:
Stephen Clover
Character Age:
82
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Clover is white, with grey hair, a long beard and dark blue eyes. He wears a dark purple robe.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Umm... I'm not sure where the picture will show up but I'll try to attach a file.
Written Test!
The wind howled and the rain lashed at the old man's face. His face held a straight face, his eyes shut. In his left hand he held a long stick, which he used as a staff. He opened his eyes to the port. His beard flapping in the wind, he started the walk down to the docks. He walked over to where the land met the sea and thought. Age had wearied his body, but his mind remained sharp. Despite this, memories still managed to dodge his conscious thought. Memories of him playing, but a young boy, flashed through his mind.
He remembered his home town, learning basic maths from his mother and how to write from his father. Camping outside his house, only 2 meters from the door. He had friends back then... No more... he had left them all when it had happened. What is was that had happened, that was the one memory that fleeted him. Past his 22nd birthday, all was blank till his 30th. Now he travelled, sometimes alone, sometime with other hermits he met along the way.
He turned his back to the sea and began his journey to the nearest tavern, maybe there he could have a sit down and think about his past. He walked into the inn and sat down at the nearest table, dripping water all over the floor. The barkeeper flashed a questioning look at the old man but Clover dismissed it. After a while, the barkeep walked over and took his order of a glass of water. He sipped it quietly and tried to remember, but alas, yet again, nothing came. He threw some coins to the barkeeper and walked out. That was something he did a lot, walk. Always walking. No home, he knew it wouldn't be worth it. He was a traveller, it wasn't just what he did, it was who he was.
The rain had stopped and so had the wind. Which direction to go? Did he have enough food? He quickly assessed his situation, but then spotted someone on the other side of the port. An old friend, a fellow traveller. A man of science, Doc Atbash. They greeted each other and talked a while, but neither of them were ones to stay in one place for one time. So, as ever, they walked.
He guessed that was his fate, to walk. Ever since it happened. He had decided to try and find out what happened, and struggled for years, searching. Unfortunately, he had come up short, with nothing to show for his efforts. So, he walked away, stopped hunting the past and decided to live in the present for whatever time he had left on this world..
1. What is your Minecraft username?
King_Clover_Pig
2. How old are you?
14
3. What country are you from?
England
4. Have you read the King's Law, Tome of Citizenship, Official Lore, and the Survival Guides yet?
Yes. Yes I have.
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is using OOC Knowledge or information to effect the RP. For example: knowing OOC that a character is a Mage but not knowing it in RP, and using that knowledge in the RP.
Powergaming is generally acting OP when you're not and acting like, basically, a God. Powergaming can also be not letting the other Roleplayer react to your actions. Like saying that you stabbed them without letting them say if they dodged it or hit their sword out of the way etc.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Nope nopedy nope nope.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Squidzoid
8. Tell us about yourself!
Generally I'm quite sociable and like a good laugh. I enjoy RPing and stuff, which makes sense since I'm applying for this Server's Whitelist. I have a dog, (a Shnoodle named Oati) and 2 rabbits (Mini-Lops names Nimfi and Loopy). I like TV shows such as NCIS, Doctor Who, Gravity Falls and Star Trek. I enjoy reading, drawing, writing stories and video games.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I did start writing this book called Far Out once. Here's a link: http://figment.com/books/1022069-Far-Out
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
My friend Joona_R told me to check out this server, and it looks awesome!!
About Your Character!
This section is about the character you intend to use once you join the server.We ask that new players follow these guidelines during this portion of the application:
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:
Stephen Clover
Character Age:
82
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Clover is white, with grey hair, a long beard and dark blue eyes. He wears a dark purple robe.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Umm... I'm not sure where the picture will show up but I'll try to attach a file.
Written Test!
The wind howled and the rain lashed at the old man's face. His face held a straight face, his eyes shut. In his left hand he held a long stick, which he used as a staff. He opened his eyes to the port. His beard flapping in the wind, he started the walk down to the docks. He walked over to where the land met the sea and thought. Age had wearied his body, but his mind remained sharp. Despite this, memories still managed to dodge his conscious thought. Memories of him playing, but a young boy, flashed through his mind.
He remembered his home town, learning basic maths from his mother and how to write from his father. Camping outside his house, only 2 meters from the door. He had friends back then... No more... he had left them all when it had happened. What is was that had happened, that was the one memory that fleeted him. Past his 22nd birthday, all was blank till his 30th. Now he travelled, sometimes alone, sometime with other hermits he met along the way.
He turned his back to the sea and began his journey to the nearest tavern, maybe there he could have a sit down and think about his past. He walked into the inn and sat down at the nearest table, dripping water all over the floor. The barkeeper flashed a questioning look at the old man but Clover dismissed it. After a while, the barkeep walked over and took his order of a glass of water. He sipped it quietly and tried to remember, but alas, yet again, nothing came. He threw some coins to the barkeeper and walked out. That was something he did a lot, walk. Always walking. No home, he knew it wouldn't be worth it. He was a traveller, it wasn't just what he did, it was who he was.
The rain had stopped and so had the wind. Which direction to go? Did he have enough food? He quickly assessed his situation, but then spotted someone on the other side of the port. An old friend, a fellow traveller. A man of science, Doc Atbash. They greeted each other and talked a while, but neither of them were ones to stay in one place for one time. So, as ever, they walked.
He guessed that was his fate, to walk. Ever since it happened. He had decided to try and find out what happened, and struggled for years, searching. Unfortunately, he had come up short, with nothing to show for his efforts. So, he walked away, stopped hunting the past and decided to live in the present for whatever time he had left on this world..
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