Ce1ebrant
Lord of Altera
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Ce1ebrant
About Me!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Ce1ebrant
2. How old are you?
19 yo
3. What country are you from?
United States
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yes I have!
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Power gaming is where someone takes choices away from another player, and gives themselves too many choices and to much influence. They give themself an unfair advantage.
Meta-gaming is taking information from OOC chats and information the character themself wouldn't know and reacting to it. It's like your character "magically" figures something out, when really, it's just using info you're not supposed to use.
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 am a very creative and artistic person. I enjoy creating, building, drawing, painting, and playing instruments and singing. I draw exclusively in black in white, mostly black ink with a goose feather quill on linen-pressed paper. I am currently building an instrument called a chromatic lyre, and aspire to play it professionally when I am finished! (I am so excited!!) I have done art since I was two years old, and music since I was 3 years old.
Another hobby of mine is outdoor crafts. I very much enjoy practicing bushcraft and primitive skills. I have knowledge on how to make soap, clay pots, bows, atlatls, farms, canoes, kuksas, spoons, and I don't mean to stop learning.
I also have a dream of living high in the mountains as a forester, as I enjoy the outdoors immensely, if not almost inexplicably!
I play Dungeons & Dragons, (I am now a DM!) which led me to look for a server similar to it. I love fantasy (LOTR, Fablehaven, The Hobbit) with all my heart, and I do hope to join this server!
I am a peaceful person, and am quite timid when it comes to quarrels of any kind. I am a natural-born peacemaker and mediator.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I tried and failed to upload an ink drawing of mine, so instead I will come up with a poem!
Green is the color of growth.
It is the symbol of spring,
And it creates worlds.
Blue is the color of peace
But also of torment.
It is above and below,
Even if hidden.
Black is the color of silence.
Some enjoy it,
And some do not,
But black is always there.
White is the color of purity.
To be clean is to be white,
But there is difficulty and effort
In being white.
To try, though,
Is to be enough.
The world is enough,
And enough is beautiful.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Nobody refered me! I wanted to find a server like this, and I found it!
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Ileovar
Character Age:
19 years old
Character Race:
Moor Elf
Appearance:
Height: 5'10'' Weight: 136 lbs
Eyes: Light brown
Hair: Coal black, waist length. Ileo doesn't like to cut her hair or braid it often.
Skin: Dark grey
Clothes: Simple sleeveless buttoned linen tunic, ankle-length, grey and white. Leather sandals, although not worn often. Constantly wears grey cloth wrap on right forearm and mask imitating a bird skull made by herself for the Mid-Summer Festival of Masks.
Currently carries no weapons.
Written Test!
(written on parchment scroll, as she is mute and cannot speak.) My name is Ileovar. I am descended from the Servant Clans of Garrosh'lek. I was taken care of by my mother, and never knew my father. Mother told me he left us for another Clan, and we have decided that it was because of our harsh and unforgiving Elder. Being the most powerful of us, he took the part of Elder after slaying the one before him. Now he controls the Clan with whip always in hand, and always looks down on us and tries to find faults in each of us.
My mother had always wanted to explore outside of the rocky cliffs and lava pools, and made efforts constantly before being brought back and whipped by the Elder. After I was born, she stayed to keep me safe from the wrath of him until my Coming of Age. She knew that he would take his anger against my mother onto me, and so did I. And even though I had prepared for the day of my Ceremony, he was more prepared. Our leader had not brought a rapier to the fight, but a double-handed iron sword, heated to the point of a glowing-red tip. I was not scared, but angry, so I chose to continue and to try my best to defeat him. The weapon I had picked was small, but just as real as his, being a short-sword. The battle went on for hours, and he had put many scars on my body. I had put just enough on his, though, to end the fight. Only the people of my Clan know where those scars hide, because now they are covered by wraps and masks, as I am not quick to show them to strangers.
My mother and I did not believe in multiple gods and goddesses. There would be too much power over Altera if that were the case. We believe in one God, watching over us all, making sure that we did our part in this world and do good to others. That is the God we prayed to after my ceremony. I was in constant pain for days on end, until a fellow elf gave us what little they had of the burdock leaf to heal my wounds. The quick healing strengthened my belief in this God.
A week after my ceremony, when I had healed fully, my mother and I packed necessities and left the Clan. Neither of us cared that we wouldn't raise in nobility if we ever returned. That is not part of the story I wish to live. We found a beautiful little meadow south-west of the port, and slept in a cave and hunted for ourselves for a few years until my mother died of plague. I decided to stay strong for my mother and find happiness in this world. It is now that I have to live for myself, and find a place to settle or travel the world. It is now that I wander alone.
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Ce1ebrant
2. How old are you?
19 yo
3. What country are you from?
United States
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yes I have!
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Power gaming is where someone takes choices away from another player, and gives themselves too many choices and to much influence. They give themself an unfair advantage.
Meta-gaming is taking information from OOC chats and information the character themself wouldn't know and reacting to it. It's like your character "magically" figures something out, when really, it's just using info you're not supposed to use.
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 am a very creative and artistic person. I enjoy creating, building, drawing, painting, and playing instruments and singing. I draw exclusively in black in white, mostly black ink with a goose feather quill on linen-pressed paper. I am currently building an instrument called a chromatic lyre, and aspire to play it professionally when I am finished! (I am so excited!!) I have done art since I was two years old, and music since I was 3 years old.
Another hobby of mine is outdoor crafts. I very much enjoy practicing bushcraft and primitive skills. I have knowledge on how to make soap, clay pots, bows, atlatls, farms, canoes, kuksas, spoons, and I don't mean to stop learning.
I also have a dream of living high in the mountains as a forester, as I enjoy the outdoors immensely, if not almost inexplicably!
I play Dungeons & Dragons, (I am now a DM!) which led me to look for a server similar to it. I love fantasy (LOTR, Fablehaven, The Hobbit) with all my heart, and I do hope to join this server!
I am a peaceful person, and am quite timid when it comes to quarrels of any kind. I am a natural-born peacemaker and mediator.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I tried and failed to upload an ink drawing of mine, so instead I will come up with a poem!
Green is the color of growth.
It is the symbol of spring,
And it creates worlds.
Blue is the color of peace
But also of torment.
It is above and below,
Even if hidden.
Black is the color of silence.
Some enjoy it,
And some do not,
But black is always there.
White is the color of purity.
To be clean is to be white,
But there is difficulty and effort
In being white.
To try, though,
Is to be enough.
The world is enough,
And enough is beautiful.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Nobody refered me! I wanted to find a server like this, and I found it!
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Ileovar
Character Age:
19 years old
Character Race:
Moor Elf
Appearance:
Height: 5'10'' Weight: 136 lbs
Eyes: Light brown
Hair: Coal black, waist length. Ileo doesn't like to cut her hair or braid it often.
Skin: Dark grey
Clothes: Simple sleeveless buttoned linen tunic, ankle-length, grey and white. Leather sandals, although not worn often. Constantly wears grey cloth wrap on right forearm and mask imitating a bird skull made by herself for the Mid-Summer Festival of Masks.
Currently carries no weapons.
Written Test!
(written on parchment scroll, as she is mute and cannot speak.) My name is Ileovar. I am descended from the Servant Clans of Garrosh'lek. I was taken care of by my mother, and never knew my father. Mother told me he left us for another Clan, and we have decided that it was because of our harsh and unforgiving Elder. Being the most powerful of us, he took the part of Elder after slaying the one before him. Now he controls the Clan with whip always in hand, and always looks down on us and tries to find faults in each of us.
My mother had always wanted to explore outside of the rocky cliffs and lava pools, and made efforts constantly before being brought back and whipped by the Elder. After I was born, she stayed to keep me safe from the wrath of him until my Coming of Age. She knew that he would take his anger against my mother onto me, and so did I. And even though I had prepared for the day of my Ceremony, he was more prepared. Our leader had not brought a rapier to the fight, but a double-handed iron sword, heated to the point of a glowing-red tip. I was not scared, but angry, so I chose to continue and to try my best to defeat him. The weapon I had picked was small, but just as real as his, being a short-sword. The battle went on for hours, and he had put many scars on my body. I had put just enough on his, though, to end the fight. Only the people of my Clan know where those scars hide, because now they are covered by wraps and masks, as I am not quick to show them to strangers.
My mother and I did not believe in multiple gods and goddesses. There would be too much power over Altera if that were the case. We believe in one God, watching over us all, making sure that we did our part in this world and do good to others. That is the God we prayed to after my ceremony. I was in constant pain for days on end, until a fellow elf gave us what little they had of the burdock leaf to heal my wounds. The quick healing strengthened my belief in this God.
A week after my ceremony, when I had healed fully, my mother and I packed necessities and left the Clan. Neither of us cared that we wouldn't raise in nobility if we ever returned. That is not part of the story I wish to live. We found a beautiful little meadow south-west of the port, and slept in a cave and hunted for ourselves for a few years until my mother died of plague. I decided to stay strong for my mother and find happiness in this world. It is now that I have to live for myself, and find a place to settle or travel the world. It is now that I wander alone.
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