About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
TicToc824
2. How old are you?
14
3. What country are you from?
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?
Metagaming: Pretty much, if you know something OOC, that doesn't mean that the character IC can know about it.
Powergaming: Essentially being OP, or overpowered. It means that you have some kind of trait or ability that is unrealistic, unfair, or too powerful.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Absolutely not.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Cymic.
8. Tell us about yourself!
I consider myself to be a Jack of all trades. I enjoy playing the piano, singing, drawing, gaming, reading, swimming, acting, writing, and much more. Some of my other games include Undertale, TF2, Assassins Creed, Pokemon, really anything as long as I enjoy it. I enjoy classical music, swing, Irish rock, video game soundtracks, and Disney villain songs. I have two dogs, Charlie and Sam.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I do not, unfortunately.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
I simply googled "Fantasy Minecraft Servers", and this was the first that came up for me. I became interested, and decided to make this application.
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Jack Lovelock
Character Age:
20
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye color: Emerald
Skin Color: White
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 237 lbs
Clothing:
Hooded brown cloak, with a black swirl on the back. Pants are basic roughsewn pants that go to the grpund, with dark brown boots. Shirt is a basic green short-sleeve tunic, with stitching from the center chest up to the Adam's apple.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
N/A
Written Test!
Jack woke up brightly one morning. Unusual, considering he was normally a sarcastic, nonchalant type of person. He leapt out of his bed, a small oak frame with a worn mattress and even more worn deerskin blankets. He went to his pile of clothes, and threw on his cloak. As he bounded down the steps, he grabbed a piece of bread and wolfed it down anxiously. The source of his excitement was on his wall next to his bed. A large poster read "Looking for excitement? Adventure? Loot? Then meet Sir Maldwell in the Sleeping Dragon Inn for a career in knighthood! Applications available upon request." Underneath the text was a picture of a knight, shining with silver armor and surrounded by mounds of gold. His excitement faded, however, when he got to the tavern he was directed to. There lied the body of Sir Cullius Maldwell, his face white as paper. Jack shakily tapped the shoulder of a nearby guard and asked him, in a trembling voice, " W-...what happened? " The guard shrugged. "As far as we can tell, poison. There were drops of green near his cup." And indeed, there were a few flecks of emerald ooze nearby the fallen lord's cup. Jack went home, feeling such loss it was nearly indescribable. He flung his cloak haphazardly near a blazing fire in his fireplace, and slumped onto a wooden chair nearby. "....Where am I going t get this chance again..." He slumped against his arm, and fell asleep, dreaming of a grand adventure he was never going to go on. The next morning, Jack slowly sat up. "Ah..." He's rubbed his neck, as it had a stabbing pain. " Damn cricks.... " He stood up and stretched, slowly walking to his cloak. As he flung it on, he was painfully reminded of the events that had taken place the day before. Jack rubbed his eyes, as he could feel the stinging tears. He walked up the stairs to his room sadly, and flipped on his bed. He sat for what felt like hours, though was only roughly 30 minutes. He decided, after much consideration, that he didn't need to be a knight to go on adventures. Yes, he would be a lone wanderer, never staying in one place too long...He would live off the land and... He stopped. That was ridiculous...He was too coddled in his village....There was no way he was going to survive out on his own. And yet...it called to him. The more he thought, the more it seemed like a good idea. He grabbed his dagger from the cupboard he always kept it in, grabbed some food, a small pack, and went outside. He felt...odd. Like a huge pressure was being lifted. He stepped outside the protective walls, and prepared to brave the dangers that Altera had to offer.
1. What is your Minecraft username?
TicToc824
2. How old are you?
14
3. What country are you from?
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?
Metagaming: Pretty much, if you know something OOC, that doesn't mean that the character IC can know about it.
Powergaming: Essentially being OP, or overpowered. It means that you have some kind of trait or ability that is unrealistic, unfair, or too powerful.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Absolutely not.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Cymic.
8. Tell us about yourself!
I consider myself to be a Jack of all trades. I enjoy playing the piano, singing, drawing, gaming, reading, swimming, acting, writing, and much more. Some of my other games include Undertale, TF2, Assassins Creed, Pokemon, really anything as long as I enjoy it. I enjoy classical music, swing, Irish rock, video game soundtracks, and Disney villain songs. I have two dogs, Charlie and Sam.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I do not, unfortunately.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
I simply googled "Fantasy Minecraft Servers", and this was the first that came up for me. I became interested, and decided to make this application.
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Jack Lovelock
Character Age:
20
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye color: Emerald
Skin Color: White
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 237 lbs
Clothing:
Hooded brown cloak, with a black swirl on the back. Pants are basic roughsewn pants that go to the grpund, with dark brown boots. Shirt is a basic green short-sleeve tunic, with stitching from the center chest up to the Adam's apple.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
N/A
Written Test!
Jack woke up brightly one morning. Unusual, considering he was normally a sarcastic, nonchalant type of person. He leapt out of his bed, a small oak frame with a worn mattress and even more worn deerskin blankets. He went to his pile of clothes, and threw on his cloak. As he bounded down the steps, he grabbed a piece of bread and wolfed it down anxiously. The source of his excitement was on his wall next to his bed. A large poster read "Looking for excitement? Adventure? Loot? Then meet Sir Maldwell in the Sleeping Dragon Inn for a career in knighthood! Applications available upon request." Underneath the text was a picture of a knight, shining with silver armor and surrounded by mounds of gold. His excitement faded, however, when he got to the tavern he was directed to. There lied the body of Sir Cullius Maldwell, his face white as paper. Jack shakily tapped the shoulder of a nearby guard and asked him, in a trembling voice, " W-...what happened? " The guard shrugged. "As far as we can tell, poison. There were drops of green near his cup." And indeed, there were a few flecks of emerald ooze nearby the fallen lord's cup. Jack went home, feeling such loss it was nearly indescribable. He flung his cloak haphazardly near a blazing fire in his fireplace, and slumped onto a wooden chair nearby. "....Where am I going t get this chance again..." He slumped against his arm, and fell asleep, dreaming of a grand adventure he was never going to go on. The next morning, Jack slowly sat up. "Ah..." He's rubbed his neck, as it had a stabbing pain. " Damn cricks.... " He stood up and stretched, slowly walking to his cloak. As he flung it on, he was painfully reminded of the events that had taken place the day before. Jack rubbed his eyes, as he could feel the stinging tears. He walked up the stairs to his room sadly, and flipped on his bed. He sat for what felt like hours, though was only roughly 30 minutes. He decided, after much consideration, that he didn't need to be a knight to go on adventures. Yes, he would be a lone wanderer, never staying in one place too long...He would live off the land and... He stopped. That was ridiculous...He was too coddled in his village....There was no way he was going to survive out on his own. And yet...it called to him. The more he thought, the more it seemed like a good idea. He grabbed his dagger from the cupboard he always kept it in, grabbed some food, a small pack, and went outside. He felt...odd. Like a huge pressure was being lifted. He stepped outside the protective walls, and prepared to brave the dangers that Altera had to offer.
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