__WaterFox__
Loyal Servant of Altera
The Whitelist Application Form
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
__WaterFox__ , it has two underscores on both sides
2. How old are you?
Old enough to buy alcohol and get offended by being asked
3. What country are you from? What is your timezone?
US/EST
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yep
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming - In short the use of OOC knowledge to determine ic actions. This could happen by way of finding a char via map or an ooc pm or your char performing an action that would not make sense in context such as stabbing someone the char would not know to be a murderer.
Powergaming - You have PG by character design and pg by emotes. Pg by character design could also be called modding or when you decide that your char is the most intelligent being of all and has diamond skin. Pg by emote could be something "John Smith instantly decapitates Joe Bob with one swing" or "Joe bob dodges a sword strike coming from behind".
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
no
7. Tell us about yourself! Do you have any examples of your work?
Without any offense I would rather not. In general I do not like sharing about myself and I find it odd a minecraft server would ask this. That asides I've been rp'ing on and off for 8 years on servers like LoTC or Afterfall. Worked as lt on Afterfall and helped develop it's core lore before it shuttered, also worked as an LT on Aethier but that was a yikes.
8. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Auralein
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Character Name:
Xiomara Natrizi'ma
Character Age:
21
Character Race:
Moor Elf
Appearance:
A young moor elf roughly 5'5 in height and 140 lbs in weight. She has black hair, grey skin with some scaring, and red eyes
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
(Attach a picture here if you have one. If you don't have an image, that's fine. Just make sure you describe it well in the appearance section.)
Written Test!
Xiomara Natrizi'ma thought her family was a normal clan simply keeping with tradition. She thought it was normal how harsh her father was, how he degraded everyone for the slightest mistake. It was so the clan could rise again, father knew best she was told if she wondered why he could get away with things, he would harshly punish others for she was told to respect her elders. It was normal, perfectly normal, so it was only normal she tried her hardest to meet his expectations. She followed all rules of the house, all formalities of society, and objectively was the perfect daughter yet all of that seemed to earn her more ridicule. When it came time for her coming-of-age ceremony she thought it would be the perfect opportunity to finally win his respect, but when she walked into the arena for the duel she found out he had discovered her deepest secret. Another servant girl who she had become friends with, more than friends in truth, chained at the hands with bruises all about her face and arms. Her father ridiculed her for engaging for keeping a secret from him. She was shaken at first, but instead of viewing the situation as another play to keep her in line she saw it as him testing her so she began the duel without much emotion to show. This display infuriated Fulgrim and he was infuriated further when by objective standards Xiomara completed the ceremony. In a fit of rage Fulgrim murdered the girl and berated Xiomara for not succeeding. At that Xiomara could only be bewildered, she sat there with a stunned expression while her father yelled at her. She remembers little of what he said apart from the final words that made her run; "You should have killed me if you wanted her to live. You are too weak".
Those words echoed in her mind as she ran. While it took only moments for her run from their home every bit of criticism and hypocrisy her father had shown throughout her life replayed. She realized her family was never improved by him, that in all likelihood he was the reason why the clan was demoted. "What father would suggest his own child killing him was an answer",she wondered before thinking, "what would a man like that do to a daughter like her". The thought of what would happen if she were caught by him terrified her and despite the burning in her lungs she ran even faster. She went as far as to steal a horse, an act she would have found worthy of both hands being chopped off, and rode away from the swamps she called home. She relied on her survival skills to make it to a small village of mixed race many fortnights away and lived on it's outskirts. There she went by the name Mara and peddled various parts of nature's bounty to the village folk. Many were polite to her in the way that one is polite in wanting to not make trouble, but she knew her relationship with them would be tenuous at best with her being a stranger and a moor elf at that. An elder of the village, an herbalist, saw that Xiomara was still just a child and one that had knowledge in parts of her own trade. Xiomara was more than eager to earn the elder's approval and further her skills in matters of herbs. Through her work with the elder the townsfolk began to see her as harmless and acted more cordial, some even inviting her to hunt with them or enjoy dinner. As she earned her place she felt she also earned the respect of adulthood her father denied.
Now in her early 20's she learned of her father's passing while dealing with another moor who had run away. For their sake and a continued fear of her family she let the poor soul go ignorant to her identity as well as her feelings. A pit of fear that had long been ignored overflowed after that. Scenarios and thoughts, new and old, swarmed her mind. After a week of people worriedly asking her if she was okay, she realized that even if she did make herself fully ignorant to her fears that the others would still know. The only way she could handle this was by confronting her fears and hopefully overcoming them. She told the elder of her plans and helped the aging herbalist gather needed herbs. She appreciated the delay as it made her all the more certain she had to seek out what ever remained of her family. After performing her last deed for the village, she bade it goodbye and began seeking her brothers.
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
__WaterFox__ , it has two underscores on both sides
2. How old are you?
Old enough to buy alcohol and get offended by being asked
3. What country are you from? What is your timezone?
US/EST
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yep
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming - In short the use of OOC knowledge to determine ic actions. This could happen by way of finding a char via map or an ooc pm or your char performing an action that would not make sense in context such as stabbing someone the char would not know to be a murderer.
Powergaming - You have PG by character design and pg by emotes. Pg by character design could also be called modding or when you decide that your char is the most intelligent being of all and has diamond skin. Pg by emote could be something "John Smith instantly decapitates Joe Bob with one swing" or "Joe bob dodges a sword strike coming from behind".
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
no
7. Tell us about yourself! Do you have any examples of your work?
Without any offense I would rather not. In general I do not like sharing about myself and I find it odd a minecraft server would ask this. That asides I've been rp'ing on and off for 8 years on servers like LoTC or Afterfall. Worked as lt on Afterfall and helped develop it's core lore before it shuttered, also worked as an LT on Aethier but that was a yikes.
8. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Auralein
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Character Name:
Xiomara Natrizi'ma
Character Age:
21
Character Race:
Moor Elf
Appearance:
A young moor elf roughly 5'5 in height and 140 lbs in weight. She has black hair, grey skin with some scaring, and red eyes
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
(Attach a picture here if you have one. If you don't have an image, that's fine. Just make sure you describe it well in the appearance section.)
Written Test!
Xiomara Natrizi'ma thought her family was a normal clan simply keeping with tradition. She thought it was normal how harsh her father was, how he degraded everyone for the slightest mistake. It was so the clan could rise again, father knew best she was told if she wondered why he could get away with things, he would harshly punish others for she was told to respect her elders. It was normal, perfectly normal, so it was only normal she tried her hardest to meet his expectations. She followed all rules of the house, all formalities of society, and objectively was the perfect daughter yet all of that seemed to earn her more ridicule. When it came time for her coming-of-age ceremony she thought it would be the perfect opportunity to finally win his respect, but when she walked into the arena for the duel she found out he had discovered her deepest secret. Another servant girl who she had become friends with, more than friends in truth, chained at the hands with bruises all about her face and arms. Her father ridiculed her for engaging for keeping a secret from him. She was shaken at first, but instead of viewing the situation as another play to keep her in line she saw it as him testing her so she began the duel without much emotion to show. This display infuriated Fulgrim and he was infuriated further when by objective standards Xiomara completed the ceremony. In a fit of rage Fulgrim murdered the girl and berated Xiomara for not succeeding. At that Xiomara could only be bewildered, she sat there with a stunned expression while her father yelled at her. She remembers little of what he said apart from the final words that made her run; "You should have killed me if you wanted her to live. You are too weak".
Those words echoed in her mind as she ran. While it took only moments for her run from their home every bit of criticism and hypocrisy her father had shown throughout her life replayed. She realized her family was never improved by him, that in all likelihood he was the reason why the clan was demoted. "What father would suggest his own child killing him was an answer",she wondered before thinking, "what would a man like that do to a daughter like her". The thought of what would happen if she were caught by him terrified her and despite the burning in her lungs she ran even faster. She went as far as to steal a horse, an act she would have found worthy of both hands being chopped off, and rode away from the swamps she called home. She relied on her survival skills to make it to a small village of mixed race many fortnights away and lived on it's outskirts. There she went by the name Mara and peddled various parts of nature's bounty to the village folk. Many were polite to her in the way that one is polite in wanting to not make trouble, but she knew her relationship with them would be tenuous at best with her being a stranger and a moor elf at that. An elder of the village, an herbalist, saw that Xiomara was still just a child and one that had knowledge in parts of her own trade. Xiomara was more than eager to earn the elder's approval and further her skills in matters of herbs. Through her work with the elder the townsfolk began to see her as harmless and acted more cordial, some even inviting her to hunt with them or enjoy dinner. As she earned her place she felt she also earned the respect of adulthood her father denied.
Now in her early 20's she learned of her father's passing while dealing with another moor who had run away. For their sake and a continued fear of her family she let the poor soul go ignorant to her identity as well as her feelings. A pit of fear that had long been ignored overflowed after that. Scenarios and thoughts, new and old, swarmed her mind. After a week of people worriedly asking her if she was okay, she realized that even if she did make herself fully ignorant to her fears that the others would still know. The only way she could handle this was by confronting her fears and hopefully overcoming them. She told the elder of her plans and helped the aging herbalist gather needed herbs. She appreciated the delay as it made her all the more certain she had to seek out what ever remained of her family. After performing her last deed for the village, she bade it goodbye and began seeking her brothers.
