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The Whitelist Application Form:
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
FizzyDrinks
2. How old are you?
16
3. What country are you from?
USA
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yes indeed!
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Powergaming the act of over powering a character's abilities. This commonly occurs in CRP. An example of common powergaming is never missing a hit, or never being hit by an attack. However this isn’t always for combat, power gaming can also apply to your character being able to do something they may normally be unable to do.
Metagaming is using OOC knowledge to benefit an IC action. An example of Metagaming is if your friend tells you they are being attacked near a location your character may know nothing about or have no reason to be at to try and convince or give you a reason to go there and help. Another form of Meta is knowing all the info of something that is none-public IC.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Niko
8. Tell us about yourself!
Hi, my Name is Ember. There are many nicknames you may use for me including but not limited to: Fizzy,Fizz,Fuzzy,Fuzz, Fuzzu,Em,Emi, and E (And if you really like The Vibe Queen). Minecraft is truly my favorite game however I do play many others such as Paladins, Borderlands, Astroneer, Terraria, Brawlhala, City Skylines, and more! I enjoy calm indie pop for my down time music. I have 3 pets, there is my german shepherd/ rottweiler named Ziggy he is my favorite boy, there is my bird Mumbles a parakeet, and lastly my oldest guy Norville, a lazy little bearded dragon! I also do love to paint, draw, write, sing, and dance!
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I will post the documents of my skin making folder, as well as my build portfolio below!
(Builds)
https://docs.google.com/document/d/11J1o0bJrNSojue_T8LToccQYvj6xPi9GEIB4k8gVnPE/edit?usp=sharing
(Skins)
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1trk1myX7vLELCfRQU51zX91m4_6prpig7v5Dp62QgWY/edit?usp=sharing
10. Did anyone refer to you? If not, how did you find our server?
I found you on Planet MC
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Asfrid Arnvindottir
Character Age:
28
Character Race:
Human (North Sangrian)
Appearance:
Asfrid stands at a hearty 5'10 shoulders broad and body fit and well maintained, her icy light blue eyes hold a peircing bored gaze and her hands always seem to simply stay rested infront of her waiting for something to happen. Her hair is mostly kept in a braided messybun to allow for easy movement without the issue of flowing hair in her eyes.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
“Words are your deadliest weapon my dear” That phrase is something Asfrid could never forget.
Asfrid Arnvindottir born to Raena Fentadottir and Sezten Arnvinsson was an only child however she grew up with her mother. Her Father being a man who sailed out to the seas after she was born never to be seen again, and lost jewel among her family. Forgetten to her peers Asfrid grew up alone, contempt, and always yearning for new knowlege. This seemed odd, for why would one desire so little of the land and search for hope and false ideals in scripture; it seemed that question arose each time she was told it was time for a hunt. Asfrid didn’t mind it, she knew the way the people were and she intended to follow it, semi-submissive to her culture's way of life. She would learn the arts of polearm combat as well as her much preferred way, hand and battle axes.
Yet even at the age of eleven she had already begun writing of new ways she could see the gears of the world turning. Though unseen, unkept, and unbothered was a fire burning bright with-in the prismatic spider web cages of her mind. She let the others call her what they must, Dull, Petty, Quite. For she was in many ways what they called her to be. There was one mistake with her titles, the thought that these simply who she was, and not a plan she had made. Deep rooted in the flames of her fire was an ideal one shown and built upon. “Words are your deadliest weapon, use them silently and watch them crumble from afar.”
Her want for power was not an open and close book, it is something even to this day she would work and craft upon. However there is more than what she would like to remember. When Asfrid was sixteen she had set out on the monthly hunt with her mother. Upon this hunt they traversed the heavily snowed capped landscapes of outer Halbed. The plan was simply to set some traps for the smaller animals nothing more, nothing less. There was more to come, something unplanned, and as Asfrid would forever think “The time without the Luck of” They had fallen into the icy abyss of a sinkhole.
She was found only three hours later by another group of travelling Sangrian hunters, half frozen to death and nearly blue; they were unable to save her mother not being able to find any remains in the sinkhole she had fallen in. They rushed her back to the city for treatment. A lock of her hair now snow white and a large line of frost bite had taken root on the left side of her face. Luckily the area wasn't fully damaged and able to be saved. A long scar now rests as a reminder to her.
After the loss of her parents she was sent to live on the streets of Halbed having only the items not taken from her home. Her clothing was to be kept, and a few minor items. One of such where the glasses of her mother she had gotten the lenses replaced with clear glass. As well as her father’s fancy gold and green silken overcoat with the white fur edges. She would keep them for all these years staying in Halberd as the time passed keeping up her want for training of scholar work and axe combat wishing to no longer be a novice.
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
FizzyDrinks
2. How old are you?
16
3. What country are you from?
USA
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yes indeed!
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Powergaming the act of over powering a character's abilities. This commonly occurs in CRP. An example of common powergaming is never missing a hit, or never being hit by an attack. However this isn’t always for combat, power gaming can also apply to your character being able to do something they may normally be unable to do.
Metagaming is using OOC knowledge to benefit an IC action. An example of Metagaming is if your friend tells you they are being attacked near a location your character may know nothing about or have no reason to be at to try and convince or give you a reason to go there and help. Another form of Meta is knowing all the info of something that is none-public IC.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Niko
8. Tell us about yourself!
Hi, my Name is Ember. There are many nicknames you may use for me including but not limited to: Fizzy,Fizz,Fuzzy,Fuzz, Fuzzu,Em,Emi, and E (And if you really like The Vibe Queen). Minecraft is truly my favorite game however I do play many others such as Paladins, Borderlands, Astroneer, Terraria, Brawlhala, City Skylines, and more! I enjoy calm indie pop for my down time music. I have 3 pets, there is my german shepherd/ rottweiler named Ziggy he is my favorite boy, there is my bird Mumbles a parakeet, and lastly my oldest guy Norville, a lazy little bearded dragon! I also do love to paint, draw, write, sing, and dance!
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I will post the documents of my skin making folder, as well as my build portfolio below!
(Builds)
https://docs.google.com/document/d/11J1o0bJrNSojue_T8LToccQYvj6xPi9GEIB4k8gVnPE/edit?usp=sharing
(Skins)
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1trk1myX7vLELCfRQU51zX91m4_6prpig7v5Dp62QgWY/edit?usp=sharing
10. Did anyone refer to you? If not, how did you find our server?
I found you on Planet MC
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Asfrid Arnvindottir
Character Age:
28
Character Race:
Human (North Sangrian)
Appearance:
Asfrid stands at a hearty 5'10 shoulders broad and body fit and well maintained, her icy light blue eyes hold a peircing bored gaze and her hands always seem to simply stay rested infront of her waiting for something to happen. Her hair is mostly kept in a braided messybun to allow for easy movement without the issue of flowing hair in her eyes.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
“Words are your deadliest weapon my dear” That phrase is something Asfrid could never forget.
Asfrid Arnvindottir born to Raena Fentadottir and Sezten Arnvinsson was an only child however she grew up with her mother. Her Father being a man who sailed out to the seas after she was born never to be seen again, and lost jewel among her family. Forgetten to her peers Asfrid grew up alone, contempt, and always yearning for new knowlege. This seemed odd, for why would one desire so little of the land and search for hope and false ideals in scripture; it seemed that question arose each time she was told it was time for a hunt. Asfrid didn’t mind it, she knew the way the people were and she intended to follow it, semi-submissive to her culture's way of life. She would learn the arts of polearm combat as well as her much preferred way, hand and battle axes.
Yet even at the age of eleven she had already begun writing of new ways she could see the gears of the world turning. Though unseen, unkept, and unbothered was a fire burning bright with-in the prismatic spider web cages of her mind. She let the others call her what they must, Dull, Petty, Quite. For she was in many ways what they called her to be. There was one mistake with her titles, the thought that these simply who she was, and not a plan she had made. Deep rooted in the flames of her fire was an ideal one shown and built upon. “Words are your deadliest weapon, use them silently and watch them crumble from afar.”
Her want for power was not an open and close book, it is something even to this day she would work and craft upon. However there is more than what she would like to remember. When Asfrid was sixteen she had set out on the monthly hunt with her mother. Upon this hunt they traversed the heavily snowed capped landscapes of outer Halbed. The plan was simply to set some traps for the smaller animals nothing more, nothing less. There was more to come, something unplanned, and as Asfrid would forever think “The time without the Luck of” They had fallen into the icy abyss of a sinkhole.
She was found only three hours later by another group of travelling Sangrian hunters, half frozen to death and nearly blue; they were unable to save her mother not being able to find any remains in the sinkhole she had fallen in. They rushed her back to the city for treatment. A lock of her hair now snow white and a large line of frost bite had taken root on the left side of her face. Luckily the area wasn't fully damaged and able to be saved. A long scar now rests as a reminder to her.
After the loss of her parents she was sent to live on the streets of Halbed having only the items not taken from her home. Her clothing was to be kept, and a few minor items. One of such where the glasses of her mother she had gotten the lenses replaced with clear glass. As well as her father’s fancy gold and green silken overcoat with the white fur edges. She would keep them for all these years staying in Halberd as the time passed keeping up her want for training of scholar work and axe combat wishing to no longer be a novice.
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