Braum.M.Lionheart
Villager
1. What is your Minecraft username?
kaumualii
2. How old are you?
16
3. What country are you from?
Hawaii
4. Have you read the King's Law, Tome of Citizenship, Official Lore, and the Survival Guides yet?
Yes
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Powergaming is forcing actions against another player in real life you would not instantly kill take their money and walks away. Here is an example of power game "slices you in half in 1 second and runs away", obviously you can not instantly slice someone in half. If they have a weapon they could parry it, if they have armor they wouldn't be sliced in half, probably just cut or so.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Its fine my friend, iv role-played for over 3 years! i will fit right in ;3
8. Tell us about yourself!
Well I'm Sean Randol i was born on the island of kauai! i am a chicken farmer and i love to write.
There is honestly not much to talk about, its a simple life.
Its when I'm roleplaying when my personality really comes to life
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
Im a writer, and the example is at the end...in my story
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:
(Be mindful of the Medieval Fantasy theme when choosing your name.)
Braum.M.Lionheart
Character Age:
36
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
My character is Braum a 8ft tall hulk of a man that wishes only to spread peace among the land, he believes in equality for all races and seeks to put the wars at peace,He would gladly help anyone, or anything in need of his assistance. He is a extremely passive man unless you are in anyway hurting his allies,friends,or family. he's also very forgiving and has a big heart and constantly sacrifices for others (even those who have hurt him). He is strong enough to cave in an entire mountain and even helped return an elven child back to his people once. He hails from a frozen wasteland in a small village raised to be a shepherd but left everything behind to seek for a way to bring more people together and to insure the safety of others. He acts like a guardian always protecting whats right even when times get rough.
He hold only one thing dear to him, my trusty shield at a staggering 6ft tall 2ft thick and 3 feet wide made of pure solid Daimonieum Pyroxid (Unbreakable) that was enchanted long ago he often uses this shield to fend off any attackers or protect those who stand behind him. Being hit with this is equivalent to being rammed with a brick wall but he only attacks if he has to.
He is armed with only my wits, strength, and shield. Remember what he always says!"cold heart just means warm smile".
Written Test!
''Would you like a bedtime story?''
''Grandma, I'm too old for that.''
''You're never too old to be told a story.''
The girl reluctantly crawls into bed and waits, knowing she won't win this battle. A bitter wind howls outside, whipping falling snow into devil whirls.
''What kind? A tale of the Ice Witch, perhaps?'' her grandmother asks.
''No, not her.''
''What about a story of Braum?'' She was met with silence. The old woman smiles. ''Oh, there are so many. My grandmother used to tell me of the time Braum protected our village from the great dragon! Or once - this was long ago - he raced down a river of lava! Or -'' She pauses; puts a finger to her lips. ''Have I told you how Braum got his shield?''
The girl shakes her head. The hearth fire snaps, holding off the wind.
''Well. In the mountains above our village lived a man named Braum -''
''I know that!''
''He mostly kept to his farm, tending his sheep and goats, but he was the kindest man anyone had ever met, and he always had a smile on his face and a laugh on his lips.
''Now, one day something terrible happened: a young eleven boy around your age - was climbing the mountain and happened on a vault, set into the mountainside, the entrance guarded by a huge daimonieum pyroxid door with a shard of True Ice at its center. When he opened the door, he couldn't believe his eyes: the vault was filled with gold, jewels - every kind of treasure you could imagine!
''What he didn't know was that the vault was a trap. The Ice Witch had cursed it - and as the troll boy entered, the magical door CLANGED shut behind him and locked him inside! Try as he might, he couldn't get out.
''A passing shepherd heard his cries. Everyone rushed to help, but even the strongest warriors couldn't open the door. The boy's parents were beside themselves; his mother's wails of grief echoed around the mountain. It seemed hopeless.
''And then, to everyone's surprise, they heard a distant laugh.''
''It was Braum, wasn't it?''
''Aren't you clever! Braum had heard their cries and came striding down the mountainside. The villagers told him of the troll boy and the curse. Braum smiled, nodded, turned to the vault, and faced the door. He pushed it. Pulled it. Punched it; kicked it; tried to rip it from its hinges. But the door wouldn't budge.''
''But he's the strongest man ever!''
''It was perplexing,'' her grandmother agrees. ''For four days and nights, Braum sat on a boulder, trying to think of a solution. After all, a child's life was at stake.
''Then, as the sun rose on the fifth day, his eyes widened and a broad grin lit up his face. If I can't go through the door,' he said, then I'll just have to go through -''
The girl thinks; her own eyes widen. ''- the mountain!''
''The mountain. Braum headed to the summit and began punching his way straight down, pummeling into the stone, fist after fist, rocks flying in his wake, until he had vanished deep into the mountain.
''As the villagers held their breath, the rock around the door crumbled - and when the dust cleared, they saw Braum standing amidst the treasure, the weak but happy elven boy in his arms.''
''I knew he could do it!''
''But before they could celebrate, everything began to rumble and shake: Braum's tunnel had weakened the mountaintop, and now it was caving in! Thinking quickly, Braum grabbed the enchanted door and held it above him like a shield, protecting them as the mountaintop collapsed all around them. When it was over, Braum was amazed: there wasn't a single scratch on the door! Braum knew it was something very special.
''And from that moment on, that magical shield never left Braum's side.''
The girl is sitting upright, struggling to conceal her excitement. Her grandmother waits. She shrugs and gets up to leave.
''Grandma,'' the girl stops her, ''can you tell me another?''
''Tomorrow.'' Her grandmother smiles; kisses her forehead; blows out the candle. ''For you need to sleep, and there are many more stories to tell.''
kaumualii
2. How old are you?
16
3. What country are you from?
Hawaii
4. Have you read the King's Law, Tome of Citizenship, Official Lore, and the Survival Guides yet?
Yes
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Powergaming is forcing actions against another player in real life you would not instantly kill take their money and walks away. Here is an example of power game "slices you in half in 1 second and runs away", obviously you can not instantly slice someone in half. If they have a weapon they could parry it, if they have armor they wouldn't be sliced in half, probably just cut or so.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Its fine my friend, iv role-played for over 3 years! i will fit right in ;3
8. Tell us about yourself!
Well I'm Sean Randol i was born on the island of kauai! i am a chicken farmer and i love to write.
There is honestly not much to talk about, its a simple life.
Its when I'm roleplaying when my personality really comes to life
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
Im a writer, and the example is at the end...in my story
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:
(Be mindful of the Medieval Fantasy theme when choosing your name.)
Braum.M.Lionheart
Character Age:
36
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
My character is Braum a 8ft tall hulk of a man that wishes only to spread peace among the land, he believes in equality for all races and seeks to put the wars at peace,He would gladly help anyone, or anything in need of his assistance. He is a extremely passive man unless you are in anyway hurting his allies,friends,or family. he's also very forgiving and has a big heart and constantly sacrifices for others (even those who have hurt him). He is strong enough to cave in an entire mountain and even helped return an elven child back to his people once. He hails from a frozen wasteland in a small village raised to be a shepherd but left everything behind to seek for a way to bring more people together and to insure the safety of others. He acts like a guardian always protecting whats right even when times get rough.
He hold only one thing dear to him, my trusty shield at a staggering 6ft tall 2ft thick and 3 feet wide made of pure solid Daimonieum Pyroxid (Unbreakable) that was enchanted long ago he often uses this shield to fend off any attackers or protect those who stand behind him. Being hit with this is equivalent to being rammed with a brick wall but he only attacks if he has to.
He is armed with only my wits, strength, and shield. Remember what he always says!"cold heart just means warm smile".
Written Test!
''Would you like a bedtime story?''
''Grandma, I'm too old for that.''
''You're never too old to be told a story.''
The girl reluctantly crawls into bed and waits, knowing she won't win this battle. A bitter wind howls outside, whipping falling snow into devil whirls.
''What kind? A tale of the Ice Witch, perhaps?'' her grandmother asks.
''No, not her.''
''What about a story of Braum?'' She was met with silence. The old woman smiles. ''Oh, there are so many. My grandmother used to tell me of the time Braum protected our village from the great dragon! Or once - this was long ago - he raced down a river of lava! Or -'' She pauses; puts a finger to her lips. ''Have I told you how Braum got his shield?''
The girl shakes her head. The hearth fire snaps, holding off the wind.
''Well. In the mountains above our village lived a man named Braum -''
''I know that!''
''He mostly kept to his farm, tending his sheep and goats, but he was the kindest man anyone had ever met, and he always had a smile on his face and a laugh on his lips.
''Now, one day something terrible happened: a young eleven boy around your age - was climbing the mountain and happened on a vault, set into the mountainside, the entrance guarded by a huge daimonieum pyroxid door with a shard of True Ice at its center. When he opened the door, he couldn't believe his eyes: the vault was filled with gold, jewels - every kind of treasure you could imagine!
''What he didn't know was that the vault was a trap. The Ice Witch had cursed it - and as the troll boy entered, the magical door CLANGED shut behind him and locked him inside! Try as he might, he couldn't get out.
''A passing shepherd heard his cries. Everyone rushed to help, but even the strongest warriors couldn't open the door. The boy's parents were beside themselves; his mother's wails of grief echoed around the mountain. It seemed hopeless.
''And then, to everyone's surprise, they heard a distant laugh.''
''It was Braum, wasn't it?''
''Aren't you clever! Braum had heard their cries and came striding down the mountainside. The villagers told him of the troll boy and the curse. Braum smiled, nodded, turned to the vault, and faced the door. He pushed it. Pulled it. Punched it; kicked it; tried to rip it from its hinges. But the door wouldn't budge.''
''But he's the strongest man ever!''
''It was perplexing,'' her grandmother agrees. ''For four days and nights, Braum sat on a boulder, trying to think of a solution. After all, a child's life was at stake.
''Then, as the sun rose on the fifth day, his eyes widened and a broad grin lit up his face. If I can't go through the door,' he said, then I'll just have to go through -''
The girl thinks; her own eyes widen. ''- the mountain!''
''The mountain. Braum headed to the summit and began punching his way straight down, pummeling into the stone, fist after fist, rocks flying in his wake, until he had vanished deep into the mountain.
''As the villagers held their breath, the rock around the door crumbled - and when the dust cleared, they saw Braum standing amidst the treasure, the weak but happy elven boy in his arms.''
''I knew he could do it!''
''But before they could celebrate, everything began to rumble and shake: Braum's tunnel had weakened the mountaintop, and now it was caving in! Thinking quickly, Braum grabbed the enchanted door and held it above him like a shield, protecting them as the mountaintop collapsed all around them. When it was over, Braum was amazed: there wasn't a single scratch on the door! Braum knew it was something very special.
''And from that moment on, that magical shield never left Braum's side.''
The girl is sitting upright, struggling to conceal her excitement. Her grandmother waits. She shrugs and gets up to leave.
''Grandma,'' the girl stops her, ''can you tell me another?''
''Tomorrow.'' Her grandmother smiles; kisses her forehead; blows out the candle. ''For you need to sleep, and there are many more stories to tell.''
