MjMikoolJr
Villager
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
MjMikoolJr
2. How old are you?
16
3. What country are you from?
USA
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 - Using OOC knowledge to affect IC decisions, such as having your char respond to an OOC call for help on Skype, or having your char instantly notice a stealth'ed char by looking at their nameplate.
Powergaming - Doing unreasonable or impossible actions IC for the sole purpose of 'leveling up' or improving your char further than would make sense. Godmodding and 'XP grinding' are examples.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Nope.avi
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Tempy_ (Tempy_)
8. Tell us about yourself!
I've been RP'ing for nearly five years now, across various games such as Roblox, Garry's Mod, Guild Wars 2, and, of course, Minecraft. I also enjoy other games that have a focus on World War 2, naval combat, and fantasy games such as Skyrim and Dragon Age. Outside of video games, I play saxophone in the school band, and Scuba dive from time to time. My two biggest accomplishments, I'd say, are preforming in both Metlife Stadium and Lucas Oil stadium with the band.
And, for the heck of it, I'll tell you my nickname in band. Prepare yourself;
Hurricane
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I have done some writing over the past year, with some friends. The following is what I'd say to be my best (and favortie) work. I wrote the characters and events concerning the 'Rielir'.
http://spore.wikia.com/wiki/Fiction:War_of_the_Western_Hives
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
I was referred by Overlord_2305 (I think that's their username.)
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Edna van Haak
Character Age:
27
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Black, slightly curly hair, aurburn-colored eyes, average height. A scar adorns her right cheek, from a past accident. Edna will have pale-er skin, and will have the expected build of a woman of her age, perhaps being a bit thinner and taller. She tends to carry herself with pride, and is usually seen humming to herself as she strolls around proudly.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
The skin will look like the above images in physical appearance, with clothing also being very similar (a fine red coat, brown breeches, and tall black boots.)
Written Test!
It was funny, she thought, how you could see dust suspended in the air against the golden prisms of sunlight cast into the room from the windows.
She giggled, breaking the near-silence.
Young Edna was seated on the floor, in front of the warm, crackling fire contained in the lavish fireplace. She was in the ornate sitting room of her father's home; an upscale residence in the market district of the city, and also the local physician's place of work. Her father, was the said physician. When he was not out on calls to tend to the ill and injured, Edna could always remember him bent over a book or mixing medication in his study. He was quite a skilled clinician.
As for little ten-year-old Enda, her father's work did not interest her much, as is frequent with the ignorance of youth. She had never gone with him on his calls, though, this was once again due to her youth. As a result, she had become quite used to being alone in the house for long periods of time. She never really minded. Her father always kept the pantry stocked with dry foods for Edna for when he was away, and the girl busied herself with outdoor games with the other local children, playing with the little toys and trinkets her father often brought home for her, and letting her imagination run free in the rooms of the household. He traveled most in the summertime, when the weather was warm and the house kept cozy by the temperature. In the winter, her father rarely traveled far, instead remaining home to keep the fire stoked and his daughter cared for. A stiff, but good man, he was.
Today, her father had only been gone for a few minutes, having run to the botanist to pick up a few minor medicinal herbs. Thus, he left the fire burning and Edna left unchecked (during longer trips, he often arranged neighbors to check on his daughter a few times a day.) She was sitting on the wooden floor, in the warmth of the fire, looking at one of her father's books. She couldn't read any of the text, but she loved the colorful illustrations of flora on it's pages. She almost didn't hear the door open and her father step inside.
"Edna." He greeted.
She looked up from the book, with a bright smile. "Father!"
Dressed in his tall, black boots and fine crimson coat, her father's face became creased with a smile as he closed the door behind him and moved over to the girl, his long gray hair almost seeming to glint in the firelight. "Edna, darling, I have excellent news!."
He started speaking of the news.
Edna's smile faded.
1. What is your Minecraft username?
MjMikoolJr
2. How old are you?
16
3. What country are you from?
USA
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 - Using OOC knowledge to affect IC decisions, such as having your char respond to an OOC call for help on Skype, or having your char instantly notice a stealth'ed char by looking at their nameplate.
Powergaming - Doing unreasonable or impossible actions IC for the sole purpose of 'leveling up' or improving your char further than would make sense. Godmodding and 'XP grinding' are examples.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Nope.avi
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Tempy_ (Tempy_)
8. Tell us about yourself!
I've been RP'ing for nearly five years now, across various games such as Roblox, Garry's Mod, Guild Wars 2, and, of course, Minecraft. I also enjoy other games that have a focus on World War 2, naval combat, and fantasy games such as Skyrim and Dragon Age. Outside of video games, I play saxophone in the school band, and Scuba dive from time to time. My two biggest accomplishments, I'd say, are preforming in both Metlife Stadium and Lucas Oil stadium with the band.
And, for the heck of it, I'll tell you my nickname in band. Prepare yourself;
Hurricane
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I have done some writing over the past year, with some friends. The following is what I'd say to be my best (and favortie) work. I wrote the characters and events concerning the 'Rielir'.
http://spore.wikia.com/wiki/Fiction:War_of_the_Western_Hives
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
I was referred by Overlord_2305 (I think that's their username.)
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Edna van Haak
Character Age:
27
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Black, slightly curly hair, aurburn-colored eyes, average height. A scar adorns her right cheek, from a past accident. Edna will have pale-er skin, and will have the expected build of a woman of her age, perhaps being a bit thinner and taller. She tends to carry herself with pride, and is usually seen humming to herself as she strolls around proudly.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
The skin will look like the above images in physical appearance, with clothing also being very similar (a fine red coat, brown breeches, and tall black boots.)
Written Test!
It was funny, she thought, how you could see dust suspended in the air against the golden prisms of sunlight cast into the room from the windows.
She giggled, breaking the near-silence.
Young Edna was seated on the floor, in front of the warm, crackling fire contained in the lavish fireplace. She was in the ornate sitting room of her father's home; an upscale residence in the market district of the city, and also the local physician's place of work. Her father, was the said physician. When he was not out on calls to tend to the ill and injured, Edna could always remember him bent over a book or mixing medication in his study. He was quite a skilled clinician.
As for little ten-year-old Enda, her father's work did not interest her much, as is frequent with the ignorance of youth. She had never gone with him on his calls, though, this was once again due to her youth. As a result, she had become quite used to being alone in the house for long periods of time. She never really minded. Her father always kept the pantry stocked with dry foods for Edna for when he was away, and the girl busied herself with outdoor games with the other local children, playing with the little toys and trinkets her father often brought home for her, and letting her imagination run free in the rooms of the household. He traveled most in the summertime, when the weather was warm and the house kept cozy by the temperature. In the winter, her father rarely traveled far, instead remaining home to keep the fire stoked and his daughter cared for. A stiff, but good man, he was.
Today, her father had only been gone for a few minutes, having run to the botanist to pick up a few minor medicinal herbs. Thus, he left the fire burning and Edna left unchecked (during longer trips, he often arranged neighbors to check on his daughter a few times a day.) She was sitting on the wooden floor, in the warmth of the fire, looking at one of her father's books. She couldn't read any of the text, but she loved the colorful illustrations of flora on it's pages. She almost didn't hear the door open and her father step inside.
"Edna." He greeted.
She looked up from the book, with a bright smile. "Father!"
Dressed in his tall, black boots and fine crimson coat, her father's face became creased with a smile as he closed the door behind him and moved over to the girl, his long gray hair almost seeming to glint in the firelight. "Edna, darling, I have excellent news!."
He started speaking of the news.
Edna's smile faded.
