- Pronouns
- He/Him, She/Her, They/Them
The Whitelist Application Form:
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Zoslore
2. How old are you?
19
3. What country are you from?
United States
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: Using information gained ooc for ig gain.
Powergaming: Forcing an unrealistic outcome which favors yourself.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
They are not allowed!
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Jase :>
8. Tell us about yourself!
I’m Zossy! It’s been a long time since I’ve done any MCRP but I’m excited to meet all of you here. I make skins and build mainly, and am always interested in developing new characters. If you ever wanna talk about costume design or character concepts, let me know!
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
Here’s my skin archive! https://www.planetminecraft.com/member/zoslore/
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Portboy
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Vilde Weberger
Character Age:
23
Character Race:
Human - Northern Sangrian
Appearance:
Vilde is a short, wider woman with long brown hair. She has a somewhat large nose and freckles, both of which are a sore spot for her in conversation. She dresses in trousers and a simple striped shirt covered by a rather fancy sleeved coat. Her stance is straight-backed and her gaze is focused, much like a school-teacher.
Picture of the Skin:
https://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/recolored-skin-of-mine-gt/
Written Test!
Vilde poked her head out of the large kitchen doorway. She was alert, frowning slightly at the sight of no one in the hall. “Where the ‘ell did you little rats go?” She hollered, not for the first time that day. There was no reply aside from the pitter-patter of tiny feet. The children were actually running from her. The pure nerve. Vilde stomped into the hall, head pivoting.
“You’re ma’ is gonna skin ye if ye run off again!”
No reply.
“I don’t get paid fer this.”
She made her way toward the dining room. The sky outside was dark as she pulled the curtains open. It was not the night, but the smoke from a village not far away, burning. She covered the window once more, feeling sick. “Mion, Renni! Get back ere’ before ma’ gets scared!”
“Why’s it smokey out?”
Vilde peered down to see Mion pulling at the knee of her trousers.
“It’s from Edenbough.” She muttered, not sure how to respond.
“Is it a wendigo?” Renni demanded, appearing as if from nowhere.
“Wendigo? Tides, what put that in yer head?” Vilde asked, shaking her head in disbelief. “We’re nowhere near the south, far too cold fer that shite out ‘ere.”
A silent question still hung in the air. What is it then?
“Go get cleaned up fer dinner. And no goin’ outside. Ye know better.”
They both nodded before scampering away, likely not to follow orders. Vilde grumbled as she squinted back outside. It was too dark for a summer day. She had heard whispers of something in the woods, but never had the heart to pursue it further. Vilde could only hope it was bonfires lit to ward off the dark, and not Edenbough itself that burned in the distance.
She paced back into the dining room, staring at the food waiting in pots and pans. Ol’ Ma had left Vilde in charge of the little ones while she went to check on the horses. It had been too long, she realized, quite suddenly. She sprinted toward the garden door, filled with a gut-wrenching terror. The barn wasn’t far- though the smoke filled air made it seem miles away. She covered her mouth and ran.
The barn door was half-open. Dread made Vilde pause at the entrance before shoving through, eyes landing on Ma. She was sitting cross legged, studying a small piece of parchment. She looked up as Vilde entered, panting from the run. “I thought ye were in charge of the little ones,” Ma said, brow raised.
“Ye’ve been gone fer ages!”
“Only a quarter hour, sweet.” Ma said, standing and pocketing the paper. Her face showed no emotion as she waved Vilde off. “Go make sure the children aren’t dead.”
Vilde felt her face flush red. What a ridiculous reaction to such a small thing, she thought, thoroughly irritated with herself. “Yes, Ma.”
EDIT: Realized that the race should be human, not Sangrian!
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Zoslore
2. How old are you?
19
3. What country are you from?
United States
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: Using information gained ooc for ig gain.
Powergaming: Forcing an unrealistic outcome which favors yourself.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
They are not allowed!
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Jase :>
8. Tell us about yourself!
I’m Zossy! It’s been a long time since I’ve done any MCRP but I’m excited to meet all of you here. I make skins and build mainly, and am always interested in developing new characters. If you ever wanna talk about costume design or character concepts, let me know!
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
Here’s my skin archive! https://www.planetminecraft.com/member/zoslore/
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Portboy
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Vilde Weberger
Character Age:
23
Character Race:
Human - Northern Sangrian
Appearance:
Vilde is a short, wider woman with long brown hair. She has a somewhat large nose and freckles, both of which are a sore spot for her in conversation. She dresses in trousers and a simple striped shirt covered by a rather fancy sleeved coat. Her stance is straight-backed and her gaze is focused, much like a school-teacher.
Picture of the Skin:
https://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/recolored-skin-of-mine-gt/
Written Test!
Vilde poked her head out of the large kitchen doorway. She was alert, frowning slightly at the sight of no one in the hall. “Where the ‘ell did you little rats go?” She hollered, not for the first time that day. There was no reply aside from the pitter-patter of tiny feet. The children were actually running from her. The pure nerve. Vilde stomped into the hall, head pivoting.
“You’re ma’ is gonna skin ye if ye run off again!”
No reply.
“I don’t get paid fer this.”
She made her way toward the dining room. The sky outside was dark as she pulled the curtains open. It was not the night, but the smoke from a village not far away, burning. She covered the window once more, feeling sick. “Mion, Renni! Get back ere’ before ma’ gets scared!”
“Why’s it smokey out?”
Vilde peered down to see Mion pulling at the knee of her trousers.
“It’s from Edenbough.” She muttered, not sure how to respond.
“Is it a wendigo?” Renni demanded, appearing as if from nowhere.
“Wendigo? Tides, what put that in yer head?” Vilde asked, shaking her head in disbelief. “We’re nowhere near the south, far too cold fer that shite out ‘ere.”
A silent question still hung in the air. What is it then?
“Go get cleaned up fer dinner. And no goin’ outside. Ye know better.”
They both nodded before scampering away, likely not to follow orders. Vilde grumbled as she squinted back outside. It was too dark for a summer day. She had heard whispers of something in the woods, but never had the heart to pursue it further. Vilde could only hope it was bonfires lit to ward off the dark, and not Edenbough itself that burned in the distance.
She paced back into the dining room, staring at the food waiting in pots and pans. Ol’ Ma had left Vilde in charge of the little ones while she went to check on the horses. It had been too long, she realized, quite suddenly. She sprinted toward the garden door, filled with a gut-wrenching terror. The barn wasn’t far- though the smoke filled air made it seem miles away. She covered her mouth and ran.
The barn door was half-open. Dread made Vilde pause at the entrance before shoving through, eyes landing on Ma. She was sitting cross legged, studying a small piece of parchment. She looked up as Vilde entered, panting from the run. “I thought ye were in charge of the little ones,” Ma said, brow raised.
“Ye’ve been gone fer ages!”
“Only a quarter hour, sweet.” Ma said, standing and pocketing the paper. Her face showed no emotion as she waved Vilde off. “Go make sure the children aren’t dead.”
Vilde felt her face flush red. What a ridiculous reaction to such a small thing, she thought, thoroughly irritated with herself. “Yes, Ma.”
EDIT: Realized that the race should be human, not Sangrian!
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