Seano96x
Lord of Altera
The Whitelist Application Form
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
AdulasMoonblade
2. How old are you?
26
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?
Yes.
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is the utilization of out of character information in order to influence the outcome of in character actions. Powergaming is the act of forcing an action in roleplay regardless of the actions other roleplayers, effectively removing them from the equation.
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?
Hey, my name is Seano, I first joined Hollowworld way back in 2012. My brain is pretty smooth though, since I deleted my old whitelist application so here I am writing a full new one. I havent played minecraft/rpd In a while, but I spent a lot of my time leading factions and building. When I did. Here's some spoilers with some of my work:
The rest of the files were too big so I made an Imgur album with just a few of the things I've built
8. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
This was actually my first MCRP server back in 2012, been back for a few stints here and there.
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Character Name:
Adalrik Straus
Character Age:
22
Character Race:
Human (Anhalder)
Appearance:
Brown hair, eyes, olive skin, dark tunic and breeches. (This is just a quick rundown before I post a full character sheet)
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
Adalrik groaned. The memories of the last night were little more than a blur. He remembered the drinking game at the tavern, but beyond that- he gulped about to be sick, choking it back. The smell of straw and stables invaded his nostrils as he breathed in. His eyes shot open. “Oh Gods…” He protested the pulsating in his head with his index finger and thumb massaging his temples for some form of relief. He exhaled, forced himself to sit up against the hay bale that apparently served as his bed for the night. Cheek was imprinted with deep lines from the straw that had pressed against it while he was passed out. He tapped at the wine skin he had won last night, or at least he thought he had? He was elated that it was still there. “Ha!” He uncorked it and tilted it back, the best cure for a hangover was of course to delay it a while longer with a good drink. He was greeted by nothing but the faint smell of wine that had been there but hours before. “Damnit all.” He tossed it across the stable, kicking up dust as it skittered across the hoof-trodden floor. He squinted through the golden tendrils of sunlight that assaulted his now sensitive eyes turning his face in revilement. “Why is it so bright- oh by the gods what time is it!” He scrambled to his feet the sudden movement startling the horses who answered back with a cacophony of whinnies and neighs. “No no no, I can’t be late for this again!” He bolted out of the stable skidding to a halt at a bucket staring for but a moment at his disheveled reflection. “You’ve really done it this time.” He shatters the reflection with his hands as he splashes his face with the frigid water, the surface of the water still undulating as he sprints out from the stable he had stumbled into for shelter during his drunken night.
“Lose yourself in your cup again?” His lord stated, more as a fact than as a question. “My-“ “Don’t, I do not want to hear it. Fetch me my cuirass.” He scolded him before he could even think to make an excuse. “Adalrik, if you continue to spend you nights shirking off your duties to drink yourself into the gutter-“ Adalrik returned with the cuirass and fastened its straps for his lord. “-Then at least do me the kindness of staying there next time. Perhaps I will find a squire who will arrive before the sun is about to set. Now remove yourself from my sight… Gods you reek of cattle.” He waved a hand half of
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
AdulasMoonblade
2. How old are you?
26
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?
Yes.
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is the utilization of out of character information in order to influence the outcome of in character actions. Powergaming is the act of forcing an action in roleplay regardless of the actions other roleplayers, effectively removing them from the equation.
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?
Hey, my name is Seano, I first joined Hollowworld way back in 2012. My brain is pretty smooth though, since I deleted my old whitelist application so here I am writing a full new one. I havent played minecraft/rpd In a while, but I spent a lot of my time leading factions and building. When I did. Here's some spoilers with some of my work:
The rest of the files were too big so I made an Imgur album with just a few of the things I've built
8. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
This was actually my first MCRP server back in 2012, been back for a few stints here and there.
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Character Name:
Adalrik Straus
Character Age:
22
Character Race:
Human (Anhalder)
Appearance:
Brown hair, eyes, olive skin, dark tunic and breeches. (This is just a quick rundown before I post a full character sheet)
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
Adalrik groaned. The memories of the last night were little more than a blur. He remembered the drinking game at the tavern, but beyond that- he gulped about to be sick, choking it back. The smell of straw and stables invaded his nostrils as he breathed in. His eyes shot open. “Oh Gods…” He protested the pulsating in his head with his index finger and thumb massaging his temples for some form of relief. He exhaled, forced himself to sit up against the hay bale that apparently served as his bed for the night. Cheek was imprinted with deep lines from the straw that had pressed against it while he was passed out. He tapped at the wine skin he had won last night, or at least he thought he had? He was elated that it was still there. “Ha!” He uncorked it and tilted it back, the best cure for a hangover was of course to delay it a while longer with a good drink. He was greeted by nothing but the faint smell of wine that had been there but hours before. “Damnit all.” He tossed it across the stable, kicking up dust as it skittered across the hoof-trodden floor. He squinted through the golden tendrils of sunlight that assaulted his now sensitive eyes turning his face in revilement. “Why is it so bright- oh by the gods what time is it!” He scrambled to his feet the sudden movement startling the horses who answered back with a cacophony of whinnies and neighs. “No no no, I can’t be late for this again!” He bolted out of the stable skidding to a halt at a bucket staring for but a moment at his disheveled reflection. “You’ve really done it this time.” He shatters the reflection with his hands as he splashes his face with the frigid water, the surface of the water still undulating as he sprints out from the stable he had stumbled into for shelter during his drunken night.
“Lose yourself in your cup again?” His lord stated, more as a fact than as a question. “My-“ “Don’t, I do not want to hear it. Fetch me my cuirass.” He scolded him before he could even think to make an excuse. “Adalrik, if you continue to spend you nights shirking off your duties to drink yourself into the gutter-“ Adalrik returned with the cuirass and fastened its straps for his lord. “-Then at least do me the kindness of staying there next time. Perhaps I will find a squire who will arrive before the sun is about to set. Now remove yourself from my sight… Gods you reek of cattle.” He waved a hand half of
