Paladine32
Loyal Servant of Altera
| BetaRayBill's Whitelist App: ________________________________________ {Introduction Section} Minecraft Username: BetaRayBill Age: 16 Country & Timezone: Mountain Time Read the Kings Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides?: Yes Define Metagaming & Powergaming?: Metagaming - it is the act of using OOC knowledge while IC. Example being I know where my friends/party is as I have learned from them either telling me, or me hearing it - my character would not know, yet I still make my way directly to them. Another would be knowing everythings weakness without actually learning it in the game. Powergaming - When you RP for someone else and completely remove their choice in the matter. It can happen also by making yourself overpowered with things that don't really make sense, and only benefit yourself through "made-up" things. Do we allow Xray mods or X-Ray texture packs?: No Tell us about yourself!: While in MC I have mainly hung around the SuperHero RP scene, I have always had a love for Medieval-Fantasy scenes, and thought this would be a fun place to hang out in. If you have any good book recommendations, please send them my way(thought it may take a while, as I'm finishing up WoT). Referral: Arget Istalri ________________________________________ {Character Section} Character Name: Harlan 'Eyes' Denholm Age: 25 Race: Human Appearance: Black hair, dark blue eyes(almost gray). A little shorter than average height, around 5'8"(though he will claim 5'10"). Warm skin tone, very tanned after spending much time outside and traveling south. Typically wears a loose-fitting beige shirt, with an ornate red vest over it. Black pants. Large leather belt with a pouch holding his gold, and possibly a knife. (Optional) Picture of the Skin: Attach on the thread Written Test (Min: 400 words): A feeling of Euphoria washed over Harlan as he stood upon the bow of the ship, wind pushing his hair back as mist left droplets across his face. Scanning the horizon, he thought to himself "Everything has led up to this. All of it has led me here.... To my own ship. My own crew.", he smiled. Having been years in the making, deals wrought and briberies made, gold exchanged and silver plundered - a crew had been formed, a ship bought with Harlan at its lead. The man who was once thought insane had finally accomplished his lifelong dream. The skies flickered overhead, a multitude of colors swirled in the sky as the sun set upon a new world, a world changed to, and by Captain Denholm. "Alas," he thought,"now is not the time for reminiscing, now is the time for work - the journey still has a ways to go". He drew the map out from his vest pocket and glanced to the hint of land towards the port side of the ship. "Damn it, a mistake already made." he muttered. He couldn't let his crew know though, couldn't let them realize how far off course they were. Could not let them see him fail so soon. So he strolled, a leisurely walk where he greeted his crew all by name, a leaned back walk of confidence yet relaxedness, a walk to show them all was fine, a walk to let everyone know who was truly in charge. Finally, he made his way to his helmsman, and he let his posture return to normal. His helmsman, his former Captain, and now his best friend. John Dowdery. "Turn the ship 50 degrees starboard, but do it slowly, take your time." he murmured, just under his breath. As the wheel turned, a slow thumping sound grew ever so slightly until it drummed within his ears. Panic rose within him as the hair lifted from his neck, little goosebumps rising upon his arms too. Something was wrong, something he had forgotten yet could not remember. The thumping grew into a clamoring bang. Bang. Bang. Until suddenly there was naught but darkness. Nothing but an endless see of misery and blackness as the ship listed from side to side. He awoke with a start as the thumping stopped, the door flying open as his leader, his worst enemy Captain John Dowdery flew into his room in a rage. "Boy, you better be up there by the time I turn around, else you'll be tossed off the deck!" he roared... Another day, another dreary time for the deck swab that was Harlan Denholm. |
