LegoDude0516
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1. LegoDude0516
(New players can only use one account to begin with, so please don't list any alt accounts. You can apply for an alt account after being here for one month.)
2. 15
(Please note that the minimum age to take part on the server is 14. Due to the era of the role play there are some more mature themes which may not be suitable for anyone younger. We can't be held responsible should you choose to lie about your age.)
3. America. That is, the USA.
(HollowWorld is an English speaking server. People from around the world are more than welcome to join us and take part provided that they do their best to use a good standard of written English both in game and on the forums.)
4. I have indeed read all the guides.
(There, you can find information about how our server is run, as well as the playable races.)
5. Metagaming is when somebody uses information their character should not know during roleplay - for example, if Bob killed George in the alleyway and hid the body, Steve shouldn’t know that Bob killed George, even if Bob says so in OOC. Powergaming is when someone does something in roleplay to give themselves an advantage, or denies another player the ability to react to an action. Examples include have magical imaginary informers that tell you about everything that happens, as well as stabbing someone in the neck during combat without letting them react.
(It is important to understand what these terms are and why they are bannable offenses in any roleplaying community.)
6. No, of course you don't.
(This question goes for any method that can be used to unfairly find and mine ores.)
7. hero2237
(Mentors are designed to help you get used to the server; you can a list of our current Mentors and what they can do for you under 'Everything you need to know!'.)
8. My name is Scott. I live in Eastern America, and I’m a huge geek. I like playing D&D with my friends, listening to music(My favorite bands are Panic! At the Disco as well as Fall Out Boy), reading, and playing video games. My favorite books are Lord of the Rings, the Silmarillion, A Song of Ice and Fire, and The World of Ice and Fire. My favorite games are The Elder Scrolls, Fallout(New Vegas is the best), and Crusader Kings 2. I also like cats, I have 2.
(Introduce yourself! Tell us some of your hobbies, what kind of music you like, other games you play, maybe any pets you have. We're not asking for anything too personal, but we would like to get to know you a bit better to help the application and transition. This question needs to be a minimum of five sentences and not focused on Minecraft.)
9.
I have plenty of excerpts from failed writing; I don’t care to share them, because they failed for a reason. If I find something good before this gets accepted or denied; I’ll post it.(This question is optional! Are you an artist? A builder? A writer? If you want to show off some of your work, we'd love to see it! You can upload a file at the bottom of the page to attach some pictures if you like! If you don't have anything you want to show, that is perfectly fine. Don't worry.)
10. I was referred by a friend of mine who plays on my server(I won’t name it), bowbow007.
(This question is also optional. If you were referred by someone, that person has a chance to get a referral reward.)
Character Name: Devan
(Be mindful of the Medieval Fantasy theme when choosing your name.)
Character Age: 17
(Simple enough!)
Character Race: Human
(Have a look through our Playable Races!)
Appearance: He’s around 5’7, has short, thick light brown hair. Has deep blue eyes that remind some of the sea. Slightly tanned skin from days and weeks of training to fight in the sweltering sun. Rather handsome for someone of low birth. Wears a green tunic and brown trousers, with a belt and two rusty iron pauldrons strapped to each of his shoulders.
(We just want to make sure things like hair color, eye color, skin color, and clothing is all fitting for the setting/lore we have.)
Oh dear, a written test.
“Is there any food left?” Erik asked Devan impatiently. Devan glowered at him and handed him the backpack, leaving him to see that there was no food in it.
“I told you, we ate it all this morning.” Devan said, irritatedly as he stepped over one of the gnarled roots in the ground. “Should have brought more.” He added. Erik grunted.
“Should we go back and get more?” He asked Devan, “Or should I just eat the firewood?
“No. We’re too far off, plus, we got turned around too much. I don’t even know which direction home is in.” The younger, more logical Devan replied. As they continued to walk through the trees in silence, he heard the crack of twigs. He put his hand on the hilt of his battered iron sword, hanging on its sheathe. Erik did the same with his hatchet.
The two looked up and saw a grimy man walk out of the trees. He had long, tangled, dirty black hair and an equally tangled black beard. The man also had moss-green eyes, but what Devan saw first was the longbow in his hands - an arrow drawn, ready to strike at any moment.
“Looks like ‘yer lost, boys. Now.. Show me what valuables ya got, and put ‘em on the ‘ground. Then walk away. And don’ lie to me. ‘Yer surrounded.” The brigand said in a rough accent. Devan looked around and saw three or four other, equally dirty bandits, bearing swords and daggers and hammers.
They were surrounded. He reached into his backpack and took out what few valuables he had - an extra dagger, a few unlit makeshift torches that had been made from dried wood, and a few other miscellaneous items. Cautiously, he set them on the grass, stepping back. Erik dropped his axe.
“That’s all our valuables.” Devan said, putting his hands up. The brigand gave a chuckle and gestured to him. He looked down at the crystal pendant his sister had given him and frowned. It looked pretty, but it was clearly not made of anything valuable. “You want this? It’s worthless.” He said carefully.
“No, laddie. I want ‘yer sword.” The man said, grinning and showing his black and rotted teeth. Devan glared at the man before slowly unsheathing the sword. He wasn’t about to give it to the man, but he was going to pretend to. He made a show of placing the sword on the ground, but around halfway to the ground, he instead lunged forward to dodge the incoming arrow.
He was right that the man would fire on him. The makeshift iron-tipped arrow hit the ground as Devan rolled out of the way. The bandits hefted their weapons and began to advance. Time to think of a new plan. Erik began to run, catching the men off their guard with his stupidity.
The bandit leader hastily drew another arrow and shot it, but he evidently didn’t practice much, as the arrow hit a nearby tree and fell to the ground. Devan gripped his sword and ran as fast as he could, leaping over the roots and weaving between trees and through bushes. Soon, he came to a cliff. Over the edge, he saw a pond, the water shimmering, but he could not tell how deep it was.
As the men ran toward him, cursing at him, he took a look at the pond and then at the men, and decided on the more pleasant way to die. With a deep breath and a prayer to the gods, he took a flying leap off the edge, spreading his weight out in the air, hoping the pond was deep enough.
(New players can only use one account to begin with, so please don't list any alt accounts. You can apply for an alt account after being here for one month.)
2. 15
(Please note that the minimum age to take part on the server is 14. Due to the era of the role play there are some more mature themes which may not be suitable for anyone younger. We can't be held responsible should you choose to lie about your age.)
3. America. That is, the USA.
(HollowWorld is an English speaking server. People from around the world are more than welcome to join us and take part provided that they do their best to use a good standard of written English both in game and on the forums.)
4. I have indeed read all the guides.
(There, you can find information about how our server is run, as well as the playable races.)
5. Metagaming is when somebody uses information their character should not know during roleplay - for example, if Bob killed George in the alleyway and hid the body, Steve shouldn’t know that Bob killed George, even if Bob says so in OOC. Powergaming is when someone does something in roleplay to give themselves an advantage, or denies another player the ability to react to an action. Examples include have magical imaginary informers that tell you about everything that happens, as well as stabbing someone in the neck during combat without letting them react.
(It is important to understand what these terms are and why they are bannable offenses in any roleplaying community.)
6. No, of course you don't.
(This question goes for any method that can be used to unfairly find and mine ores.)
7. hero2237
(Mentors are designed to help you get used to the server; you can a list of our current Mentors and what they can do for you under 'Everything you need to know!'.)
8. My name is Scott. I live in Eastern America, and I’m a huge geek. I like playing D&D with my friends, listening to music(My favorite bands are Panic! At the Disco as well as Fall Out Boy), reading, and playing video games. My favorite books are Lord of the Rings, the Silmarillion, A Song of Ice and Fire, and The World of Ice and Fire. My favorite games are The Elder Scrolls, Fallout(New Vegas is the best), and Crusader Kings 2. I also like cats, I have 2.
(Introduce yourself! Tell us some of your hobbies, what kind of music you like, other games you play, maybe any pets you have. We're not asking for anything too personal, but we would like to get to know you a bit better to help the application and transition. This question needs to be a minimum of five sentences and not focused on Minecraft.)
9.
I have plenty of excerpts from failed writing; I don’t care to share them, because they failed for a reason. If I find something good before this gets accepted or denied; I’ll post it.(This question is optional! Are you an artist? A builder? A writer? If you want to show off some of your work, we'd love to see it! You can upload a file at the bottom of the page to attach some pictures if you like! If you don't have anything you want to show, that is perfectly fine. Don't worry.)
10. I was referred by a friend of mine who plays on my server(I won’t name it), bowbow007.
(This question is also optional. If you were referred by someone, that person has a chance to get a referral reward.)
Character Name: Devan
(Be mindful of the Medieval Fantasy theme when choosing your name.)
Character Age: 17
(Simple enough!)
Character Race: Human
(Have a look through our Playable Races!)
Appearance: He’s around 5’7, has short, thick light brown hair. Has deep blue eyes that remind some of the sea. Slightly tanned skin from days and weeks of training to fight in the sweltering sun. Rather handsome for someone of low birth. Wears a green tunic and brown trousers, with a belt and two rusty iron pauldrons strapped to each of his shoulders.
(We just want to make sure things like hair color, eye color, skin color, and clothing is all fitting for the setting/lore we have.)
Oh dear, a written test.
“Is there any food left?” Erik asked Devan impatiently. Devan glowered at him and handed him the backpack, leaving him to see that there was no food in it.
“I told you, we ate it all this morning.” Devan said, irritatedly as he stepped over one of the gnarled roots in the ground. “Should have brought more.” He added. Erik grunted.
“Should we go back and get more?” He asked Devan, “Or should I just eat the firewood?
“No. We’re too far off, plus, we got turned around too much. I don’t even know which direction home is in.” The younger, more logical Devan replied. As they continued to walk through the trees in silence, he heard the crack of twigs. He put his hand on the hilt of his battered iron sword, hanging on its sheathe. Erik did the same with his hatchet.
The two looked up and saw a grimy man walk out of the trees. He had long, tangled, dirty black hair and an equally tangled black beard. The man also had moss-green eyes, but what Devan saw first was the longbow in his hands - an arrow drawn, ready to strike at any moment.
“Looks like ‘yer lost, boys. Now.. Show me what valuables ya got, and put ‘em on the ‘ground. Then walk away. And don’ lie to me. ‘Yer surrounded.” The brigand said in a rough accent. Devan looked around and saw three or four other, equally dirty bandits, bearing swords and daggers and hammers.
They were surrounded. He reached into his backpack and took out what few valuables he had - an extra dagger, a few unlit makeshift torches that had been made from dried wood, and a few other miscellaneous items. Cautiously, he set them on the grass, stepping back. Erik dropped his axe.
“That’s all our valuables.” Devan said, putting his hands up. The brigand gave a chuckle and gestured to him. He looked down at the crystal pendant his sister had given him and frowned. It looked pretty, but it was clearly not made of anything valuable. “You want this? It’s worthless.” He said carefully.
“No, laddie. I want ‘yer sword.” The man said, grinning and showing his black and rotted teeth. Devan glared at the man before slowly unsheathing the sword. He wasn’t about to give it to the man, but he was going to pretend to. He made a show of placing the sword on the ground, but around halfway to the ground, he instead lunged forward to dodge the incoming arrow.
He was right that the man would fire on him. The makeshift iron-tipped arrow hit the ground as Devan rolled out of the way. The bandits hefted their weapons and began to advance. Time to think of a new plan. Erik began to run, catching the men off their guard with his stupidity.
The bandit leader hastily drew another arrow and shot it, but he evidently didn’t practice much, as the arrow hit a nearby tree and fell to the ground. Devan gripped his sword and ran as fast as he could, leaping over the roots and weaving between trees and through bushes. Soon, he came to a cliff. Over the edge, he saw a pond, the water shimmering, but he could not tell how deep it was.
As the men ran toward him, cursing at him, he took a look at the pond and then at the men, and decided on the more pleasant way to die. With a deep breath and a prayer to the gods, he took a flying leap off the edge, spreading his weight out in the air, hoping the pond was deep enough.
