Angathgul
Loyal Servant of Altera
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Angathgul
2. How old are you?
I am 21 years old.
3. What country are you from?
Brazil!
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yessir/ Yes ma'am.
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is when a person uses knowledge achieved through out-of-character means (such as Discord or Private Messages) and uses that knowledge for their advantage in roleplay.
Powergaming is when someone performs an action or an attack where they give the other person no chance to resist, fight back or do anything about. Otherwise known as 'Godmodding' or 'Autohitting'.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
The server does not allow any client-side mods that benefit the player, according to the rules.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Cymic.
8. Tell us about yourself!
First of all; hey! My name's Matt, or Angathgul in MC, and I'm from Brazil! I'm a barista and part-time writer (with an upcoming book). Aside from reading, I constantly do some roadtrips to take pictures of Brazilian countrysides and coastlines. That's about it!
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
I found it out while boredly browing the web, and eventually reaching Minecraft Server List, which brought me here.
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:
Herwig.
Character Age:
34.
Character Race:
Human (Anhald).
Appearance:
Standing tall at 6'1", Herwig has a soldier's build, which in itself does not mean athletically capable, just means the man's resilient. With the left part of his face burnt off, all that remains is the gruesome scar of the woodlands accident. Damn encampments, he keeps saying. Alongside, a nice, deep blue eye on the side that isn't burnt off accompanies the black locks under the often-worn bascinet on his head.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
The deep jungles had treated him harshly. Hunting in their midst wasn't as bountiful as some might say, but Harwig was determined. He had just made this bow, and testing it out on some deer was only fair. "Two days..." he uttered to himself. "Two God-forgiven days." he repeated. Next to him, walked a friend, old man Karloman, from their village. Harwig trusted the man with his life, and why wouldn't he. He had saved his father, and since then, Harwig helped the old man. But finally, under the tingle of the stars, they spotted the damned deer. "HUSH!" Old Karloman spat out to Harwig, and the man stopped, setting his eyes on the same thing the old man had seen. Raising his bow, he pulled out an arrow from it's quiver, knocking it on and pulling the string, aimed at the deer. He looked over at Karl, who did the same.
Harwig let his arrow fly, the iron tip carving through the wind and reaching the side of the deer's neck. Karl's flew and hit it on the leg, crippling the poor beast, who fell to the ground, whining and contorting. Not a cruel man by any means, Harwit spat in annoyance and rushed to the deer, jamming an old knife of his into it's throat, ending it's pain. Huffing, he peered over to Karloman, motioning him over. "Come on, old man, you've still got muscles on those arms of yours." he teased, the old man hoarsely laughing and cursing, jokingly, at Harwig. Both lifted the deer, in unison, by it's legs, slowly but surely trekking back the same way they had come.
Upon finally reaching the clearing, they settled the slayed animal upon the forest's ground. Karloman would be the first to sit down, starting his attempts to re-light the fire. Whilst he did so, Harwig crouched by the deer, knife in hand, starting to skin it. The man groaned lowly at the strength necessary to pull the skin free at some sections of the deer's body, but he was oddly accustomed to it. Huffing, he finally made it, and turned to Karloman, who still hadn't gotten the fire started. "Come on, Karl. Just one more night." he told the man, who responded a low 'I know, I know.'
Atleast this day had been better for them... Two days and two nights without meat, for on the third night of the third day, they had finally managed to keep one's track...
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Angathgul
2. How old are you?
I am 21 years old.
3. What country are you from?
Brazil!
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yessir/ Yes ma'am.
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is when a person uses knowledge achieved through out-of-character means (such as Discord or Private Messages) and uses that knowledge for their advantage in roleplay.
Powergaming is when someone performs an action or an attack where they give the other person no chance to resist, fight back or do anything about. Otherwise known as 'Godmodding' or 'Autohitting'.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
The server does not allow any client-side mods that benefit the player, according to the rules.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Cymic.
8. Tell us about yourself!
First of all; hey! My name's Matt, or Angathgul in MC, and I'm from Brazil! I'm a barista and part-time writer (with an upcoming book). Aside from reading, I constantly do some roadtrips to take pictures of Brazilian countrysides and coastlines. That's about it!
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
I found it out while boredly browing the web, and eventually reaching Minecraft Server List, which brought me here.
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:
Herwig.
Character Age:
34.
Character Race:
Human (Anhald).
Appearance:
Standing tall at 6'1", Herwig has a soldier's build, which in itself does not mean athletically capable, just means the man's resilient. With the left part of his face burnt off, all that remains is the gruesome scar of the woodlands accident. Damn encampments, he keeps saying. Alongside, a nice, deep blue eye on the side that isn't burnt off accompanies the black locks under the often-worn bascinet on his head.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
The deep jungles had treated him harshly. Hunting in their midst wasn't as bountiful as some might say, but Harwig was determined. He had just made this bow, and testing it out on some deer was only fair. "Two days..." he uttered to himself. "Two God-forgiven days." he repeated. Next to him, walked a friend, old man Karloman, from their village. Harwig trusted the man with his life, and why wouldn't he. He had saved his father, and since then, Harwig helped the old man. But finally, under the tingle of the stars, they spotted the damned deer. "HUSH!" Old Karloman spat out to Harwig, and the man stopped, setting his eyes on the same thing the old man had seen. Raising his bow, he pulled out an arrow from it's quiver, knocking it on and pulling the string, aimed at the deer. He looked over at Karl, who did the same.
Harwig let his arrow fly, the iron tip carving through the wind and reaching the side of the deer's neck. Karl's flew and hit it on the leg, crippling the poor beast, who fell to the ground, whining and contorting. Not a cruel man by any means, Harwit spat in annoyance and rushed to the deer, jamming an old knife of his into it's throat, ending it's pain. Huffing, he peered over to Karloman, motioning him over. "Come on, old man, you've still got muscles on those arms of yours." he teased, the old man hoarsely laughing and cursing, jokingly, at Harwig. Both lifted the deer, in unison, by it's legs, slowly but surely trekking back the same way they had come.
Upon finally reaching the clearing, they settled the slayed animal upon the forest's ground. Karloman would be the first to sit down, starting his attempts to re-light the fire. Whilst he did so, Harwig crouched by the deer, knife in hand, starting to skin it. The man groaned lowly at the strength necessary to pull the skin free at some sections of the deer's body, but he was oddly accustomed to it. Huffing, he finally made it, and turned to Karloman, who still hadn't gotten the fire started. "Come on, Karl. Just one more night." he told the man, who responded a low 'I know, I know.'
Atleast this day had been better for them... Two days and two nights without meat, for on the third night of the third day, they had finally managed to keep one's track...
