Blockmonster28
Lord of Altera
Blockmonster28
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Blockmonster28
2. How old are you?
17
3. What country are you from?
Canada eh?
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Hells yeah
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming: using something in character that you learned out of character
Ex- Maya walks up to Josh, having never met him and says “Hi Josh.”
Powergaming: Making your character do something godlike, or have a godlike ability they normally wouldn't have. Also could be considered not letting people react to something you've done in rp.
Ex- Josh grows an extra arm, and punches out all the guards around him, including Maya, killing them instantly*
. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Hells no
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Ayda
8. Tell us about yourself!
Hi, I'm Sam. I'm trying not to be super lame right now, but I feel like that inevitable so I'll just let it happen. My hobbies include singing (semi terribly) baking (not so terribly) and pretending I'm good at stuff. My music taste is exclusive to anything sad, and Broadway soundtracks, and I often don't even play Minecraft. I have 3.5 friends and they have all tried to get me onto this server, which is why I'm here. I'm also a girl, and upon finishing writing this I realised that was probably not clear, and I hope you didn't think I was a man. That's all.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I prefer not to work
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Mangomanmini (please change that mini Jesus Christ) and Panickingly
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Eleanor Gifford
Character Age:
19
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Eleanor has auburn coloured hair and dark green eyes. She stands at 5’4, and has a slim yet semi muscular build. She typically wears a green cloak and light brown coloured boots. Her skin is quite pale, with light brown freckles dotting her cheeks and arms, and her lips and nose are fairly small, though her eye are slightly larger.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Nah
Written Test!
A small child walked down the worn, dirty stone path. The house ahead of her was small, fairly quaint compared to what the little girl had seen closer to the town, and as her small fist knocked on the door, she waited, her smile getting wider as the footsteps crept closer. Her eyes lit up as an old man opened the door, his smiling face matching the one of the child staring up at him.
“Eleanor!” He beamed a the child, scooping her into his arms and bringing her into the warm house.
“Hi grandpa!” Eleanor giggled, wrapping her small arms tightly around his neck. They stayed like that for awhile, before her grandfather set her down, and the small child ran and plopped herself down on the couch. Her grandfather approached her, sitting on the chair next to the couch, a wide smile on his face as he looked at her.
“Does your mother know you’re here Eleanor?” He raised a slight brow at her, and she nodded vigorously. He stared at her for a moment, as if he did not believe her, his head tilted ever so slightly to the side. Eleanor slowly shook her head, and he let out a small sigh.
“And why haven’t you told her?” he asked gently, his smile soft, in contrast with the tired look in his eyes.
“Mommy said that she doesn’t want me to bug you while you have a cold, but I told her ‘no, i’ll make him all better, grandpa loves me!” and she said no still, so I came anyway to make you all better.” Eleanor gave him a smile, as if she’d known her story would make him let her stay.
The tired look in his eyes turned to sadness, Grandpa hadn’t really had a cold, but Eleanor did not need to hear the entire story.
“Well then, I guess you can’t stay very long, hmm? Your mother will start to worry soon enough.” He smiled towards her, the outer corners of his eyes crinkling as he moved to the kitchen, returning to the living area moments later with a cup of milk, and a cookie, handing it to the child, who smiled wide as it was placed in her small hand.
“She’ll find me grandpa, and then maybe she’ll come visit too!” She grinned at him, causing him to simply nod and stare into the fire, his eyes sad again.
“Maybe, Eleanor, maybe…”
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Blockmonster28
2. How old are you?
17
3. What country are you from?
Canada eh?
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Hells yeah
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming: using something in character that you learned out of character
Ex- Maya walks up to Josh, having never met him and says “Hi Josh.”
Powergaming: Making your character do something godlike, or have a godlike ability they normally wouldn't have. Also could be considered not letting people react to something you've done in rp.
Ex- Josh grows an extra arm, and punches out all the guards around him, including Maya, killing them instantly*
. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Hells no
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Ayda
8. Tell us about yourself!
Hi, I'm Sam. I'm trying not to be super lame right now, but I feel like that inevitable so I'll just let it happen. My hobbies include singing (semi terribly) baking (not so terribly) and pretending I'm good at stuff. My music taste is exclusive to anything sad, and Broadway soundtracks, and I often don't even play Minecraft. I have 3.5 friends and they have all tried to get me onto this server, which is why I'm here. I'm also a girl, and upon finishing writing this I realised that was probably not clear, and I hope you didn't think I was a man. That's all.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I prefer not to work
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Mangomanmini (please change that mini Jesus Christ) and Panickingly
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Eleanor Gifford
Character Age:
19
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Eleanor has auburn coloured hair and dark green eyes. She stands at 5’4, and has a slim yet semi muscular build. She typically wears a green cloak and light brown coloured boots. Her skin is quite pale, with light brown freckles dotting her cheeks and arms, and her lips and nose are fairly small, though her eye are slightly larger.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Nah
Written Test!
A small child walked down the worn, dirty stone path. The house ahead of her was small, fairly quaint compared to what the little girl had seen closer to the town, and as her small fist knocked on the door, she waited, her smile getting wider as the footsteps crept closer. Her eyes lit up as an old man opened the door, his smiling face matching the one of the child staring up at him.
“Eleanor!” He beamed a the child, scooping her into his arms and bringing her into the warm house.
“Hi grandpa!” Eleanor giggled, wrapping her small arms tightly around his neck. They stayed like that for awhile, before her grandfather set her down, and the small child ran and plopped herself down on the couch. Her grandfather approached her, sitting on the chair next to the couch, a wide smile on his face as he looked at her.
“Does your mother know you’re here Eleanor?” He raised a slight brow at her, and she nodded vigorously. He stared at her for a moment, as if he did not believe her, his head tilted ever so slightly to the side. Eleanor slowly shook her head, and he let out a small sigh.
“And why haven’t you told her?” he asked gently, his smile soft, in contrast with the tired look in his eyes.
“Mommy said that she doesn’t want me to bug you while you have a cold, but I told her ‘no, i’ll make him all better, grandpa loves me!” and she said no still, so I came anyway to make you all better.” Eleanor gave him a smile, as if she’d known her story would make him let her stay.
The tired look in his eyes turned to sadness, Grandpa hadn’t really had a cold, but Eleanor did not need to hear the entire story.
“Well then, I guess you can’t stay very long, hmm? Your mother will start to worry soon enough.” He smiled towards her, the outer corners of his eyes crinkling as he moved to the kitchen, returning to the living area moments later with a cup of milk, and a cookie, handing it to the child, who smiled wide as it was placed in her small hand.
“She’ll find me grandpa, and then maybe she’ll come visit too!” She grinned at him, causing him to simply nod and stare into the fire, his eyes sad again.
“Maybe, Eleanor, maybe…”
