Tallowcatch
Villager
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Tallowcatch
2. How old are you?
24
3. What country are you from?
USA
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
The King's Law, CoC, and still working through the extensive lore
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is when you use knowledge you have received through OOC means and then bring it IC. Powergaming is forcing your actions on another without allowing for appropriate responses. It can also mean using overpowered physical or magical means to overwhelm another player into letting you win.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Noooooo.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
AYDA
8. Tell us about yourself!
I am a roleplayer who has traditionally done tumblr rp and other long form scenarios. I enjoy gaming, rock music, cooking, hanging out with my friends, and medieval larp. I enjoy singing, watching videos with friends, and and generally pretty open and friendly!
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I enjoy minecraft building, but don't really have screenshots!
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
(This question is also optional. If you were referred by someone, that person has a chance to get a referral reward.)
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:
Beatrix Rycliffe
Character Age:
20
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Black hair, blue eyes
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
The woman had been standing along the fore of the ship, watching the sloop cut through the grey, choppy waters that reflected the overcast sky above. The saltwater spray misted her hair, hanging like dew in the black, wind-whipped locks. Must be far enough away from land now, she thought with relief.
The Rycliffe ancestral home, perched on the top of a high hill overlooking the small home city of Beatrix was a welcome sight. The gently sloping hills of woodland that made up the areas surrounding the city gave way to open fields that terminated in the bustling shipyards that dotted the shoreline. And after the sloop moored among the fregats and schooners, a smaller ferry brought the landing party ashore. She took her kinsman’s arm who was there to meet her, as they made their way towards the waiting horses on the street. A gentle, reassuring squeeze of hands passed between them as they set off towards home.
Everywhere was evidence of industry. Sailors roaming the streets in groups, outwardly anxious to ship out, and exerting one last burst of energy before they did. Dockhands moving bulky cargo on and off transport boats. Food sellers loudly peddling fragrant meats and exotic fruits to those weary travelers fresh off their tour. The riotous notes of guitar music flooded from tavern windows that tourists, sailors, and the idle rich celebrated behind. A stop to give alms to the needy along the way, pausing to greet a local merchant, until finally, the entourage made their way to the front gates. She climbed the steep staircase, entering the family dwelling. Pausing at the carved double doors of what used to be her father’s chambers, she rested a light hand on the doorframe, a moment of remembrance and reverence there, before moving down to her own rooms. where shipworn clothing finally removed, she proceeded to the bath, sinking into the warmed, perfumed waters. Sluicing the bath, fragrance, and petals over her pale skin, she sat back and exhaled.
Hours later, after dinner had been served, she sat back and thought again. It had been odd, she mused, as she sat with her post-dinner glass of brandy, to sit at the head of her table. Previous journeys home had been too brief for there had been too much travelling between the house and various holdings to have a proper family dinner like they used to. But it had been good, seeing her Uncle’s comforting smile, the press of her Aunt’s hand against her back; a support. Her little cousins crowding around her, jostling for the sweets and fripperies she had brought back for them. They had eventually gone to bed, with sticky hands and smiles, leaving their parents and elders to talk. Gathered around the fire, they enjoyed the peace that only recently departed children could bring.
The flames became lower and lower, and quiet conversation died as one-by-one, the family drifted off to bed. Soon it was only her and her Uncle left. The man eyeing the girl in front of the fire with a serene sort of forbearance as she debated beginning the conversation. The silence drew out for an uncomfortable moment, before she murmured. “Go ahead. Voice your opinions on my judgment.”
"What can I say to you that would penetrate that thick skull of yours. You should have known better. You should have heeded our words. And now you may have brought all of us to ruin."
“Hindsight makes fools of us all, doesn’t it?” she retorted, face burning hotly in shame as she turned, eyeing the dark hallway once more.
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Tallowcatch
2. How old are you?
24
3. What country are you from?
USA
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
The King's Law, CoC, and still working through the extensive lore
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is when you use knowledge you have received through OOC means and then bring it IC. Powergaming is forcing your actions on another without allowing for appropriate responses. It can also mean using overpowered physical or magical means to overwhelm another player into letting you win.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Noooooo.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
AYDA
8. Tell us about yourself!
I am a roleplayer who has traditionally done tumblr rp and other long form scenarios. I enjoy gaming, rock music, cooking, hanging out with my friends, and medieval larp. I enjoy singing, watching videos with friends, and and generally pretty open and friendly!
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I enjoy minecraft building, but don't really have screenshots!
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
(This question is also optional. If you were referred by someone, that person has a chance to get a referral reward.)
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:
Beatrix Rycliffe
Character Age:
20
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Black hair, blue eyes
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
The woman had been standing along the fore of the ship, watching the sloop cut through the grey, choppy waters that reflected the overcast sky above. The saltwater spray misted her hair, hanging like dew in the black, wind-whipped locks. Must be far enough away from land now, she thought with relief.
The Rycliffe ancestral home, perched on the top of a high hill overlooking the small home city of Beatrix was a welcome sight. The gently sloping hills of woodland that made up the areas surrounding the city gave way to open fields that terminated in the bustling shipyards that dotted the shoreline. And after the sloop moored among the fregats and schooners, a smaller ferry brought the landing party ashore. She took her kinsman’s arm who was there to meet her, as they made their way towards the waiting horses on the street. A gentle, reassuring squeeze of hands passed between them as they set off towards home.
Everywhere was evidence of industry. Sailors roaming the streets in groups, outwardly anxious to ship out, and exerting one last burst of energy before they did. Dockhands moving bulky cargo on and off transport boats. Food sellers loudly peddling fragrant meats and exotic fruits to those weary travelers fresh off their tour. The riotous notes of guitar music flooded from tavern windows that tourists, sailors, and the idle rich celebrated behind. A stop to give alms to the needy along the way, pausing to greet a local merchant, until finally, the entourage made their way to the front gates. She climbed the steep staircase, entering the family dwelling. Pausing at the carved double doors of what used to be her father’s chambers, she rested a light hand on the doorframe, a moment of remembrance and reverence there, before moving down to her own rooms. where shipworn clothing finally removed, she proceeded to the bath, sinking into the warmed, perfumed waters. Sluicing the bath, fragrance, and petals over her pale skin, she sat back and exhaled.
Hours later, after dinner had been served, she sat back and thought again. It had been odd, she mused, as she sat with her post-dinner glass of brandy, to sit at the head of her table. Previous journeys home had been too brief for there had been too much travelling between the house and various holdings to have a proper family dinner like they used to. But it had been good, seeing her Uncle’s comforting smile, the press of her Aunt’s hand against her back; a support. Her little cousins crowding around her, jostling for the sweets and fripperies she had brought back for them. They had eventually gone to bed, with sticky hands and smiles, leaving their parents and elders to talk. Gathered around the fire, they enjoyed the peace that only recently departed children could bring.
The flames became lower and lower, and quiet conversation died as one-by-one, the family drifted off to bed. Soon it was only her and her Uncle left. The man eyeing the girl in front of the fire with a serene sort of forbearance as she debated beginning the conversation. The silence drew out for an uncomfortable moment, before she murmured. “Go ahead. Voice your opinions on my judgment.”
"What can I say to you that would penetrate that thick skull of yours. You should have known better. You should have heeded our words. And now you may have brought all of us to ruin."
“Hindsight makes fools of us all, doesn’t it?” she retorted, face burning hotly in shame as she turned, eyeing the dark hallway once more.