Sirthorfinn
Villager
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
SirThorfinn
2. How old are you?
21
3. What country are you from?
Israel
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 is acting IC upon information known only OOCly. This includes conversational points, past events, character relations and other players locations. Also metagaming would be 'eaves dropping' on a conversation that your character likely would not be able to hear, but you can see the chat of. Powergaming is forcing an action in RP that could not, or should not occur in such a way. This can be something as simple as emoting *Punches Joe in the face*, which would be wrong because then Joe is forced to accept it or argue and has no chance to react, or as complex as your character somehow becoming aware of the existence of magic, and then self-teaching.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
no
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
sirnicholas14
8. Tell us about yourself!
Hello. I like American Country music. My family moved to Israel recently. I've been roleplaying in other games for a few years now. I did minecraft rp once before about half a year ago and think this server looks like it would be fun. Also I like cooking.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Searching for MC servers and this one stood out
About Your Character!
This section is about the character you intend to use once you join the server.We ask that new players follow these guidelines during this portion of the application:
Character Name:
Beid
Character Age:
21
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Brown eyes, brown hair, commoner clothes and no fancy attire.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
With a sigh Beid looked to the fading sky. He knew he was still too far from home to make it before the darkness fell, perhaps he should endure it? He certainty did not want his mother to worry about his not returning, but also knew she would rather he stay safe somewhere inside. Beid looked over to the hamlet he was passing and decided to see if he could gain a night's stay.
*Beid peers through a window, light shining through it into the night*
*Beid returns to the front of the home and knocks on the door, putting on his best, friendly smile*
*Leroy opens the door, and glares at the boy. Leroy appears unhappy, and clearly sees the pack of silk with the boy.*
L: "And, what the hell do you want?"
Beid seems a bit taken aback by the man's harsh manner, his facade of glee falters.
B: "Ah, umh. Hello sir! I don't mean to be rude..But it is getting dark out, and I've no where to stay for the night. Would you please allow me in?"
*Leroy appears to mull it over, his expression is dark.*
*With another look to the silk Leroy says "Fine, kid. Don't get in my way."
*Beid nods and steps in past the man, avoiding to get too close to him. He seems to head straight to the cot, as through he already knew where in the home it was* (window)
*Beid sits up in the bed, it is now breaking dawn. He gets up to leave, not wanting to pay the man any heed.*
*He looks to take up his silk, and finds it missing. Frantic, at first, he searches the immediate area.*
*Beid frowns, now thinking the man must have taken it.*
*Leroy continues to sleep, in a cot within a separate room*
*Beid approaches the man sleeping on his cot and kneels down. He searches under Leroy's bed as quietly as he can.*
*Leroy stirs, but appears to remain asleep.*
*Beid does not find the bag of silk, but he does find a jeweled necklace on a small table. He takes it for his own, placing it into his pocket.*
*Leroy groans as he awakes, not yet noticing the boy.*
*Beid panics and runs out of the room, knocking into a wardrobe loudly as he exits.*
*Leroy is startled awake by the sound. He stands un-urgently and moves to look around.*
*Beid returns to his cot and throws off the sheets, looking for the bag desperately. Fearing to be captured by the man for the necklace theft.*
*Leroy does not notice the necklace missing on the table, and exits into the main room where Beid and his cot are. "Hey, kid. What the hell is all the noise?"
*Beid jumps at the man's voice, he is clearly nervous "Oh, I-I'm just looking for something."
*Leroy grins and speaks in a condescending way "Oooh, did you lose something, boy? You could it be you're here to tear apart my home like some hooligan?"
*He says nothing*
*As Leroy speaks he seems to become more and more aggressive "Yeah, is that what it is you little vermin? You have no place to stay so you come in here and ruin MY things!"
*Beid looks to the cot he tore the sheets off of. It really doesn't look that bad.*
Beid allows himself to be thrown out of the man's home, not wanting to be beaten or to fight. He does not find his silk, and retains the man's fancy necklace.
*He kicks the ground and mutters "Jackass" as he continues down the road. He did not receive any food while there.*
*With a sigh Beid states to himself "At least I can give this to my mother instead." and holds up the necklace, it gleaming in the sun.*
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 Alters awaits . . .
1. What is your Minecraft username?
SirThorfinn
2. How old are you?
21
3. What country are you from?
Israel
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 is acting IC upon information known only OOCly. This includes conversational points, past events, character relations and other players locations. Also metagaming would be 'eaves dropping' on a conversation that your character likely would not be able to hear, but you can see the chat of. Powergaming is forcing an action in RP that could not, or should not occur in such a way. This can be something as simple as emoting *Punches Joe in the face*, which would be wrong because then Joe is forced to accept it or argue and has no chance to react, or as complex as your character somehow becoming aware of the existence of magic, and then self-teaching.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
no
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
sirnicholas14
8. Tell us about yourself!
Hello. I like American Country music. My family moved to Israel recently. I've been roleplaying in other games for a few years now. I did minecraft rp once before about half a year ago and think this server looks like it would be fun. Also I like cooking.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Searching for MC servers and this one stood out
About Your Character!
This section is about the character you intend to use once you join the server.We ask that new players follow these guidelines during this portion of the application:
- Characters begin with basic skills and gear. No advanced armor or weaponry. Skills and abilities are appropriate to a novice level. Skills should be learned through roleplay, not through backstory.
- Characters fit the lore. If you choose to play as a Moor Elf, for example, we expect appearance and details to be fitting with base lore.
- Characters cannot use magic in any way. The test itself should not mention magic either. HollowWorld uses a restricted magic system and it is only accessible to those who find and learn from a teacher in-game.
- Tests should not be violent. No murder, killing, death, torture. In the past, 8 out of 10 applications featured characters fighting off bandits or slaying passersby. We don't want to see how well you can script a fight scene. We want to see how well you can tell a story, how well you can roleplay.
- Be creative and be original. Do not use tests/characters whose home villages were burned, parents murdered, and then set off to be an orphan assassin. It has been done before. Please don't do it again.
- Written portion of the test is required to be a 400 word minimum. If the test doesn't meet the minimum, Staff may ask you to extend the test before the application is considered.
Character Name:
Beid
Character Age:
21
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Brown eyes, brown hair, commoner clothes and no fancy attire.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
With a sigh Beid looked to the fading sky. He knew he was still too far from home to make it before the darkness fell, perhaps he should endure it? He certainty did not want his mother to worry about his not returning, but also knew she would rather he stay safe somewhere inside. Beid looked over to the hamlet he was passing and decided to see if he could gain a night's stay.
*Beid peers through a window, light shining through it into the night*
*Beid returns to the front of the home and knocks on the door, putting on his best, friendly smile*
*Leroy opens the door, and glares at the boy. Leroy appears unhappy, and clearly sees the pack of silk with the boy.*
L: "And, what the hell do you want?"
Beid seems a bit taken aback by the man's harsh manner, his facade of glee falters.
B: "Ah, umh. Hello sir! I don't mean to be rude..But it is getting dark out, and I've no where to stay for the night. Would you please allow me in?"
*Leroy appears to mull it over, his expression is dark.*
*With another look to the silk Leroy says "Fine, kid. Don't get in my way."
*Beid nods and steps in past the man, avoiding to get too close to him. He seems to head straight to the cot, as through he already knew where in the home it was* (window)
*Beid sits up in the bed, it is now breaking dawn. He gets up to leave, not wanting to pay the man any heed.*
*He looks to take up his silk, and finds it missing. Frantic, at first, he searches the immediate area.*
*Beid frowns, now thinking the man must have taken it.*
*Leroy continues to sleep, in a cot within a separate room*
*Beid approaches the man sleeping on his cot and kneels down. He searches under Leroy's bed as quietly as he can.*
*Leroy stirs, but appears to remain asleep.*
*Beid does not find the bag of silk, but he does find a jeweled necklace on a small table. He takes it for his own, placing it into his pocket.*
*Leroy groans as he awakes, not yet noticing the boy.*
*Beid panics and runs out of the room, knocking into a wardrobe loudly as he exits.*
*Leroy is startled awake by the sound. He stands un-urgently and moves to look around.*
*Beid returns to his cot and throws off the sheets, looking for the bag desperately. Fearing to be captured by the man for the necklace theft.*
*Leroy does not notice the necklace missing on the table, and exits into the main room where Beid and his cot are. "Hey, kid. What the hell is all the noise?"
*Beid jumps at the man's voice, he is clearly nervous "Oh, I-I'm just looking for something."
*Leroy grins and speaks in a condescending way "Oooh, did you lose something, boy? You could it be you're here to tear apart my home like some hooligan?"
*He says nothing*
*As Leroy speaks he seems to become more and more aggressive "Yeah, is that what it is you little vermin? You have no place to stay so you come in here and ruin MY things!"
*Beid looks to the cot he tore the sheets off of. It really doesn't look that bad.*
Beid allows himself to be thrown out of the man's home, not wanting to be beaten or to fight. He does not find his silk, and retains the man's fancy necklace.
*He kicks the ground and mutters "Jackass" as he continues down the road. He did not receive any food while there.*
*With a sigh Beid states to himself "At least I can give this to my mother instead." and holds up the necklace, it gleaming in the sun.*
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 Alters awaits . . .