MythyPanda
Loyal Servant of Altera
The Whitelist Application Form:
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
MythyPanda
2. How old are you?
15
3. What country are you from?
USA (MERICA)
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 : THE BADNESS FROM THE DEEP DEPTHS OF DESPAIR - A person having their character know everything they do when they haven't learned it themselves in roleplay
Powergaming : Also the BADNESS FROM THE DEPTHS OF DESPAIR.. but even worse- When people try to be overpowered and lame and ruin the roleplay.. being very cringy.. (Aka me when I was 7 on Animal Jam--)
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Ayda
8. Tell us about yourself!
I enjoy long walks on the beach- ( No I don't ) I enjoy drawing, music, ANIME (WEEB), Calling weed the devil's lettuce, Over 900 hours on the sims (Don't judge me), And I'm trying to adopt two dogs at a local shelter and they are cute. Their names are Chica and Charlie uwu
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I HAVE WATTPAD - https://www.wattpad.com/user/MythyPanda
I ALSO HAVE INSTAGRAM WHERE I MAKE COOL EDITS OF SIMS https://www.instagram.com/mythypanda/
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
MORRRGGGAAANNNN - Aka Umusa (my bestie uwu)
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Shawn Glorian
Character Age:
18
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Fairly light, frecking all over his face, and some on his shoulders.
Height - 6'1
VERY Saturated Ocean Blue Eyes (like zac efron’s eyes)
Long black hair (Curly)
Written Test!
Current Setting of the Server:
The lands of Altera have long been laced with upheaval, supernatural turmoil that would threaten to shatter the realm or tear it asunder. Long, have the peoples of Altera withstood these tribulations, overcoming and persevering through the generations. Only too recently, the realm tangled with the Behemoth Qlippoth, awakened by monsoon rains and with which came the Ashen Blight plague and eldritch abominations. Though the days were dark and long, the realm did survive, through its tenacity and reverence. The memories of the trials behind them still fresh, the realm sits in a state of unease and angst . . . with eyes on the horizon.
In the skies above, the heavens fall and burn across the auburn colors of the setting sun, streaks of color in the gathering dark. The Realm of Altera awaits . . .
I walked slowly down the stone lead path, the cold air brushing against my face as I stared down and walked. All around me the flowers were dead or frozen over. I remember distantly in the back of my mind my mother telling me tales as we sat by the fireplace as a child in the winter morn.
My mother was like an angel to me, someone who could save me from the harsh reality of this world when I think of her. She’d tell me “You will do great things my sweet boy, you’ll grow up big and strong and have many friends.” I sighed to myself. “You were wrong.” Afterall I was all alone. To myself I remembered the day where I found my true calling. They told me I was gonna be one of the best. So I became the best.
I really dislike this girl. How she’d criticize me and call me just like them. Well people like her made me like them. People who lie, criticize and say just in general horrible absurd things. How can you judge someone you’ve never talked to? Someone you never truly got to know. Just someone you judged too early. It sickens me. Of course I’ve done bad things. I’ve become everything my mother warned me not to be. Someone like my father. The one who killed her. The one who strangled her infront of me….I saw her look at me one final time with a smile on her face. When she should’ve been crying or screaming in pain. That’s why I don’t show emotion anymore if I’m hit or beaten. I won’t crack.
I stopped by this one village on my way back to my people. These maids of the lord of the village fawned and gawked at me. I couldn’t help but feel sickened. How ghastly, women fawning over a killer. It’s hilarious at the same time. Imagine their faces finding out they were fawning over a murderer. I’d laugh if I told them the truth.
I can’t get this girl out of my head. I’m not a man who kills women don’t get me wrong. My mother taught me to be respectful of women so I refuse any situation when it comes to harming, or doing anything a gentleman shouldn’t to a woman. However, I did grab this girl. I think I scared her. I would’ve apologized if she hadn’t called me “a hellish pig”. That crossed a line. I wouldn’t stand for it.
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
MythyPanda
2. How old are you?
15
3. What country are you from?
USA (MERICA)
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 : THE BADNESS FROM THE DEEP DEPTHS OF DESPAIR - A person having their character know everything they do when they haven't learned it themselves in roleplay
Powergaming : Also the BADNESS FROM THE DEPTHS OF DESPAIR.. but even worse- When people try to be overpowered and lame and ruin the roleplay.. being very cringy.. (Aka me when I was 7 on Animal Jam--)
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Ayda
8. Tell us about yourself!
I enjoy long walks on the beach- ( No I don't ) I enjoy drawing, music, ANIME (WEEB), Calling weed the devil's lettuce, Over 900 hours on the sims (Don't judge me), And I'm trying to adopt two dogs at a local shelter and they are cute. Their names are Chica and Charlie uwu
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I HAVE WATTPAD - https://www.wattpad.com/user/MythyPanda
I ALSO HAVE INSTAGRAM WHERE I MAKE COOL EDITS OF SIMS https://www.instagram.com/mythypanda/
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
MORRRGGGAAANNNN - Aka Umusa (my bestie uwu)
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Shawn Glorian
Character Age:
18
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Fairly light, frecking all over his face, and some on his shoulders.
Height - 6'1
VERY Saturated Ocean Blue Eyes (like zac efron’s eyes)
Long black hair (Curly)
Written Test!
Current Setting of the Server:
The lands of Altera have long been laced with upheaval, supernatural turmoil that would threaten to shatter the realm or tear it asunder. Long, have the peoples of Altera withstood these tribulations, overcoming and persevering through the generations. Only too recently, the realm tangled with the Behemoth Qlippoth, awakened by monsoon rains and with which came the Ashen Blight plague and eldritch abominations. Though the days were dark and long, the realm did survive, through its tenacity and reverence. The memories of the trials behind them still fresh, the realm sits in a state of unease and angst . . . with eyes on the horizon.
In the skies above, the heavens fall and burn across the auburn colors of the setting sun, streaks of color in the gathering dark. The Realm of Altera awaits . . .
I walked slowly down the stone lead path, the cold air brushing against my face as I stared down and walked. All around me the flowers were dead or frozen over. I remember distantly in the back of my mind my mother telling me tales as we sat by the fireplace as a child in the winter morn.
My mother was like an angel to me, someone who could save me from the harsh reality of this world when I think of her. She’d tell me “You will do great things my sweet boy, you’ll grow up big and strong and have many friends.” I sighed to myself. “You were wrong.” Afterall I was all alone. To myself I remembered the day where I found my true calling. They told me I was gonna be one of the best. So I became the best.
I really dislike this girl. How she’d criticize me and call me just like them. Well people like her made me like them. People who lie, criticize and say just in general horrible absurd things. How can you judge someone you’ve never talked to? Someone you never truly got to know. Just someone you judged too early. It sickens me. Of course I’ve done bad things. I’ve become everything my mother warned me not to be. Someone like my father. The one who killed her. The one who strangled her infront of me….I saw her look at me one final time with a smile on her face. When she should’ve been crying or screaming in pain. That’s why I don’t show emotion anymore if I’m hit or beaten. I won’t crack.
I stopped by this one village on my way back to my people. These maids of the lord of the village fawned and gawked at me. I couldn’t help but feel sickened. How ghastly, women fawning over a killer. It’s hilarious at the same time. Imagine their faces finding out they were fawning over a murderer. I’d laugh if I told them the truth.
I can’t get this girl out of my head. I’m not a man who kills women don’t get me wrong. My mother taught me to be respectful of women so I refuse any situation when it comes to harming, or doing anything a gentleman shouldn’t to a woman. However, I did grab this girl. I think I scared her. I would’ve apologized if she hadn’t called me “a hellish pig”. That crossed a line. I wouldn’t stand for it.