Muunnyy
Villager
Muunnyy
| Muunnyy's Whitelist App: ________________________________________ {Introduction Section} Minecraft Username: Muunnyy Age: 14 Country & Timezone: I'm in the US-of-A, Eastern Standard Time. Read the Kings Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides?: Yes Define Metagaming & Powergaming?: Metagaming is a term used to refer to role-players using information that was not mentioned in character during roleplay in any way shape or form. This can also take the form of characters forming grudges against other characters. Power gaming is the practice of ignoring rules for the purpose of directing illegitimate or unwanted actions towards other players. Do we allow Xray mods or X-Ray texture packs?: No Tell us about yourself!: My name is Muunnyy! (Pronounced Moony, not money.) I'm a 14-year-old male from the US with a decent chunk of writing and roleplay experience under my belt, along with a strange affinity for Minecraft pumpkins. I started roleplaying at the ripe age of 12 on fandom sites and other obscure areas of the internet. A year or so later, I discovered Minecraft roleplay and Dungeons and Dragons, those two being the base of my love for Minecraft roleplay. Thus, here I am. Looking for said Minecraft roleplay. Referral: I found the site while looking for roleplay servers. ________________________________________ {Character Section} Character Name: William Windervund Age: 17 Race: Human Appearance: William's appearance very clearly hints towards his affinity for nature. Small details like the flowers resting upon his thick brown hair, and the autumnal embroidery on his plaid knee-high socks matching his striped sweater are all tied to him as a person. He also sports rich, chocolate-brown eyes and fair skin. (Optional) Picture of the Skin: Written Test (Min: 400 words): William winced as his mother took out her coarse rag doused in soap for him to use. "Mother, I appreciate your help, but are you sure there isn't anything a bit... Gentler that I could use to clean my wounds?" As his mother Laria sank into her old, creaky rocking chair, she sighed exasperatedly. "I don't know, boy. Maybe next time, don't get that close to a fox." He took that response as a more annoyed method of his mother saying that she wasn't in a "Speaking mood." Fine, he thought, Walking towards his room. He flinched at the soap's harsh stinging, quickly wrapping a bandage across his arm. It wasn't fair. All of these animals didn't want to talk to him. Why? Why couldn't of all the creatures he had the "blessing" of connecting with, it ended up being his rotten parents. They hated his interests. It wasn't William's fault that their house was just boring compared to all of the things that he could be discovering out there. Just because he got storm sickness a couple years back doesn't mean they can keep him locked up in town forever. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a sparrow that landed on his windowsill. "Hmm?" The bird looked directly at him and chirped. It had an almost Human glare, as if the small avian was sizing him up. "You can run away now. It's alright." William said, letting his head rest in his hands disappointedly. The bird didn't leave. "What do you-" They were both interrupted by his mother's shouting. "William? Who are you talking to!?" The sparrow flew away frantically. In a panic, he jumped out of his first-floor window, chasing after the bird, his mother's cries in the background. William winded through trees, his mind racing rapidly. "What on earth am I doing?" He muttered to himself, panting and exhausted. Finally, after what seemed like over 20 minutes of running after this bird, William was completely lost. "Shit." He didn't know if he was going to be able to make it back. It was almost... funny. The hypocrisy of his thoughts earlier was perfectly laid out in front of him. All he wanted to do was leave his home, and now he was stuck crying in a forest clearing, being taunted by a bird, completely exhausted, and crying. Maybe he shouldn't have gotten that close to a fox after all. The sparrow and him shared a short glance as William finally stood up and did something he had wanted to for a long time. He walked away from his childhood home. |
