LinkOfA777
Villager
1. What is your Minecraft username?
LINKOFA777
2. How old are you?
26
3. What country are you from?
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?
I would define metagaming as making decisions/actions based on information that your player character would have no means of knowing such as using a posts on a forum to blackmail another player.
Powergaming is trying to use rp or any medium to dictate the actions of another player and remove their ability to react, enforcing a specific result-- basically changing a cooperative experience into a narrative/novel. This can show up as role-playing that an action against or towards another was successful without giving said player an opportunity to role-play their reaction to the power gamer's action. Powergaming can also be forcing others into role-play situations that they do not want and would otherwise never take part in.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Charybdis
8. Tell us about yourself!
I enjoy reading and have read the 'Wheel of Time' series by Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson three times. I enjoy playing RPG's such as dragonquest. While I do not currently have any pets I used to own a lizard before it died of old age. Inventing names is something I struggle with.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
No
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
jonmitchell
Character Name:
Graditel Izbrzani
Character Age:
27
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Graditel Izbrzani is a short man at 5'6", crowned by a head of black hair streaked with occasional glints of gray. His body slim but muscled from manual labor. Brown eyes gaze at the world around him seeing not that which is but that which might be.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Not available yet.
Written Test!
As a young child I was fascinated with the transformation of natures bounty into strong lasting bastions of humanity, the way that towers built from stone belied their humble beginnings to touch the very sky! Bridges those most ingenious devices; they knit individual bricks, which could never in their highest aspirations enable others to cross such breaches in the land, together into a form greater than the sum of its parts. How I yearned to construct such devices, why I would design marvels such as the world had never known! … How my foolishness and the brashness of youth deceived me to the lesson taught by those selfsame edifices—the necessity of each individual brick and a strong foundation. Studies and book learning during adolescence were intolerable, how could the instructors teach at such a trudging pace? Finally my cup of wroth with the instructors was filled to overflowing and I was assigned to travel and learn first hand my craft. Full of overweening pride I set out on my glorious mission post-haste. Travelling east I soon found a modest bridge and recalling the necessity of crossing rivers I chose to study its construction, planning to gather and construct my own bridge to show my instructors their error… I spent a full three years in this task before admitting my failure; unwilling to return I continued to travel. Such vistas the cities offer, from the humble homes of peasants to the marble palaces of royalty, the grand docks of busting trade centers! Recalling my charge I joined work gangs, after all with my talent any project would be simplicity itself… Again, failure, humiliating failure, how could laying stone be so difficult? Finally an elder mason showed me the importance of patience, the infinitely complex and minute details previously escaping my vision. How lacking my own capability to reproduce such structures; realization and humility struck, I was not the completed monument but a mere brick. Finally returning to my sod as a grown man, I enlisted in the army to hone my craft and contribute to my nation. After all if even a hewn chunk of rock can bridge the gap between reality and possibility, so can I. And this time no detail will be too low, no pace too lumbering. Castles and forts, roads and trails do not construct themselves in a day. And no force of nature of man will collapse what I build ever again.
LINKOFA777
2. How old are you?
26
3. What country are you from?
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?
I would define metagaming as making decisions/actions based on information that your player character would have no means of knowing such as using a posts on a forum to blackmail another player.
Powergaming is trying to use rp or any medium to dictate the actions of another player and remove their ability to react, enforcing a specific result-- basically changing a cooperative experience into a narrative/novel. This can show up as role-playing that an action against or towards another was successful without giving said player an opportunity to role-play their reaction to the power gamer's action. Powergaming can also be forcing others into role-play situations that they do not want and would otherwise never take part in.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Charybdis
8. Tell us about yourself!
I enjoy reading and have read the 'Wheel of Time' series by Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson three times. I enjoy playing RPG's such as dragonquest. While I do not currently have any pets I used to own a lizard before it died of old age. Inventing names is something I struggle with.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
No
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
jonmitchell
Character Name:
Graditel Izbrzani
Character Age:
27
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Graditel Izbrzani is a short man at 5'6", crowned by a head of black hair streaked with occasional glints of gray. His body slim but muscled from manual labor. Brown eyes gaze at the world around him seeing not that which is but that which might be.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Not available yet.
Written Test!
As a young child I was fascinated with the transformation of natures bounty into strong lasting bastions of humanity, the way that towers built from stone belied their humble beginnings to touch the very sky! Bridges those most ingenious devices; they knit individual bricks, which could never in their highest aspirations enable others to cross such breaches in the land, together into a form greater than the sum of its parts. How I yearned to construct such devices, why I would design marvels such as the world had never known! … How my foolishness and the brashness of youth deceived me to the lesson taught by those selfsame edifices—the necessity of each individual brick and a strong foundation. Studies and book learning during adolescence were intolerable, how could the instructors teach at such a trudging pace? Finally my cup of wroth with the instructors was filled to overflowing and I was assigned to travel and learn first hand my craft. Full of overweening pride I set out on my glorious mission post-haste. Travelling east I soon found a modest bridge and recalling the necessity of crossing rivers I chose to study its construction, planning to gather and construct my own bridge to show my instructors their error… I spent a full three years in this task before admitting my failure; unwilling to return I continued to travel. Such vistas the cities offer, from the humble homes of peasants to the marble palaces of royalty, the grand docks of busting trade centers! Recalling my charge I joined work gangs, after all with my talent any project would be simplicity itself… Again, failure, humiliating failure, how could laying stone be so difficult? Finally an elder mason showed me the importance of patience, the infinitely complex and minute details previously escaping my vision. How lacking my own capability to reproduce such structures; realization and humility struck, I was not the completed monument but a mere brick. Finally returning to my sod as a grown man, I enlisted in the army to hone my craft and contribute to my nation. After all if even a hewn chunk of rock can bridge the gap between reality and possibility, so can I. And this time no detail will be too low, no pace too lumbering. Castles and forts, roads and trails do not construct themselves in a day. And no force of nature of man will collapse what I build ever again.
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