Emmaway
Lord of Altera
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Emmaway (formerly Rosamonde)
2. How old are you?
23
3. What country are you from?
Canada
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 would be using information obtained out of character to influence actions made in character. On the other hand, powergaming would be using tools / doing actions which are extreme or unrealistic to give your character an advantage, usually to bypass limitations placed on them by other people's actions or lack of consent in a given interaction.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Niko!
8. Tell us about yourself!
Hello again! I'm Emmaway (formerly Rosamonde) and I had the incredible opportunity to be part of the HW community up until a year ago, when my partner in crime left. I play the clarinet and piano (and trumpet quite poorly), and am studying economics for some reason (probably because I hate myself) at university! I love dogs but I'm allergic so fate is cruel I guess.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I've been improving my art skills, but I would be terrified to show them publicly at this stage in my ability, heh ...
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Well I was referred by Mapboy originally (the aforementioned partner in crime), and he has been nagging me since he apparently came back a few days ago.
About Your Character!
This section is about the character you intend to use once you join the server.
Character Name:
Rosamonde Altham (née Desrosiers)
Character Age:
51
Character Race:
Silver Elf
Appearance:
Light blonde hair, green eyes, brownish-red dress
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
It was only mid-day, but with a final puff, Rosamonde finished her hike up to the clearing at the top of a large hill (more of a mountain, really), and took in the sight before her. A valley filled with trees of oak and birch, and a river flowing through. She went to wipe her now-dusty hands off on her clothing, but stopped herself; she didn't need to ruin any more perfectly good attire. This was ultimately in vein however, as when she looked down she saw several streaks of dust already donned on her dress. She sighed, but smiled at the thrill of it all -- the wind, the sights, the sounds. She could hear the birds chirping as they flew by, carefree much like herself, outside of the walled cities and packed buildings.
She set down her bag on the ground and pulled out a letter she picked up earlier from a messenger in the nearby town. With dusted fingers she carefully opened the parchment, and squinted to get a look at the contents, all the while the bright paper shining the overhead sun into her face almost like a mirror. She skimmed through a few lines before stopping and re-reading the same few lines over, twice. A grin slowly formed on her face, as she continued down the paper. It was signed from an old friend, one who would be in the next town along on her journey, and most importantly, one who had her favourite tea ready for her arrival. She glanced up from the parchment, looking at the scene past the clearing. What a small world.
She folded the parchment back up, placing it back into her bag. Putting it back into her over-stuffed bag made the now-covered parchment spew dust into the air, and Rosamonde took a step back, coughing and blinking. She quickly remembered where she was, and stepped forward, having been mere inches from the edge of the overhang. Letting out a sigh, she resigned to brushing her hands off on her dress. The damage is already done, anyway, right? She chuckled at the thought, and reached into her bag to grab a small biscuit before slinging the pack back over her left shoulder. Taking a bite of the pastry, she took a last glance at the scene before her before turning to continue north. The day was still young, and she still had plenty of ground to cover.
There was one thing she hoped for though as she glanced down at herself: less dust on the way.
Emmaway (formerly Rosamonde)
2. How old are you?
23
3. What country are you from?
Canada
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 would be using information obtained out of character to influence actions made in character. On the other hand, powergaming would be using tools / doing actions which are extreme or unrealistic to give your character an advantage, usually to bypass limitations placed on them by other people's actions or lack of consent in a given interaction.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Niko!
8. Tell us about yourself!
Hello again! I'm Emmaway (formerly Rosamonde) and I had the incredible opportunity to be part of the HW community up until a year ago, when my partner in crime left. I play the clarinet and piano (and trumpet quite poorly), and am studying economics for some reason (probably because I hate myself) at university! I love dogs but I'm allergic so fate is cruel I guess.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I've been improving my art skills, but I would be terrified to show them publicly at this stage in my ability, heh ...
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Well I was referred by Mapboy originally (the aforementioned partner in crime), and he has been nagging me since he apparently came back a few days ago.
About Your Character!
This section is about the character you intend to use once you join the server.
Character Name:
Rosamonde Altham (née Desrosiers)
Character Age:
51
Character Race:
Silver Elf
Appearance:
Light blonde hair, green eyes, brownish-red dress
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
It was only mid-day, but with a final puff, Rosamonde finished her hike up to the clearing at the top of a large hill (more of a mountain, really), and took in the sight before her. A valley filled with trees of oak and birch, and a river flowing through. She went to wipe her now-dusty hands off on her clothing, but stopped herself; she didn't need to ruin any more perfectly good attire. This was ultimately in vein however, as when she looked down she saw several streaks of dust already donned on her dress. She sighed, but smiled at the thrill of it all -- the wind, the sights, the sounds. She could hear the birds chirping as they flew by, carefree much like herself, outside of the walled cities and packed buildings.
She set down her bag on the ground and pulled out a letter she picked up earlier from a messenger in the nearby town. With dusted fingers she carefully opened the parchment, and squinted to get a look at the contents, all the while the bright paper shining the overhead sun into her face almost like a mirror. She skimmed through a few lines before stopping and re-reading the same few lines over, twice. A grin slowly formed on her face, as she continued down the paper. It was signed from an old friend, one who would be in the next town along on her journey, and most importantly, one who had her favourite tea ready for her arrival. She glanced up from the parchment, looking at the scene past the clearing. What a small world.
She folded the parchment back up, placing it back into her bag. Putting it back into her over-stuffed bag made the now-covered parchment spew dust into the air, and Rosamonde took a step back, coughing and blinking. She quickly remembered where she was, and stepped forward, having been mere inches from the edge of the overhang. Letting out a sigh, she resigned to brushing her hands off on her dress. The damage is already done, anyway, right? She chuckled at the thought, and reached into her bag to grab a small biscuit before slinging the pack back over her left shoulder. Taking a bite of the pastry, she took a last glance at the scene before her before turning to continue north. The day was still young, and she still had plenty of ground to cover.
There was one thing she hoped for though as she glanced down at herself: less dust on the way.
