braybowski
Loyal Servant of Altera
brayylmaoski
1. What is your Minecraft username?
brayylmaoski
2. How old are you?
19
3. What country are you from?
canada
4. Have you read the King's Law, Tome of Citizenship, Official Lore, and the Survival Guides yet?
sure
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
metagaming is the despicable act of integrating information acquired OOC'ly and implementing it in any shape, way and form into an IC scenario. powergaming is simply making your character enjoy the more impossible feats of life, such as lifting a boulder which is far too much for their likeness. This also includes actions in a skirmish or duel, such as forcing an emote on another player which disallows them the will of response.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
i'd say no, no.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
jase.
8. Tell us about yourself!
im white, 6ft, brown eyes, single
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
what kinds of work
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
tohmas
Character Name:
John of the Wilds. (Garglemok)
Character Age:
34.
Character Race:
human.
Appearance:
Hazel eyes, roughly along the margin of six foot; broad shoulders suggesting a laborer's son. Caucasian boasting dirty blonde hair, rugged facial hair cresting a subtle jawline. Dirty & vile.
.
Written Test!
John was born to a roaming hunter-gatherer family within the LITTLE forests of the Talon Isles whom had fled strife times ago, inheriting knowledge passed down by ancestor. John learned of basic tradition from his family, including reading from aged parchment reserved from times yore, never truly grasping the concept of squiggly lines amidst several other avenues of knowledge, expected of a youth. He soon came more accustomed to physical training, pumping his biceps with a woodsman's stone axe, a primitive device, hacking away at trees for their bark. Oft times, he collected the syrup and consumed it for nutrients, devouring the maggots freely. Until his parents perished due to age, at which point then did he continue their previous nomadic lifestyle.
From Blackstone ports to Storm's Landing, there hadn't been any stopping the young nomad prodigy, taking on the odd job for what coin he could get! Frugal, broke and alone, nearly naked, it certainly was no easy life for the average man. But John was no average man, however, he thrived in his element where others would perish in due time. Nocking an arrow, rapid it soared through brustle and bramble; penetrating the thick hide of a boar, writhing helplessly in the mud. John trudged forward for his marked prey, the boar heaving and gushing blood before he gripped a nearby stone, dropping it onto its skull with a "THWACK" and there, it breathed its final breath.
With a rack of ribs over campfire, charred coals griddled the meat which he devoured like the maggots times ago, a man that has no means of differentiating his flavor profile; meat was meat. Protein was protein for this vascular, feasting-- bloodthirsty being of the outback, a true terror for Theodra's little animals. He was a true neanderthal.
Until his wayward journeys led him to civilization, he hadn't any inclination of what that life had been like. No experience beneath his loincloth per se, trudging through after years of losing his prior learned knowledge. No longer did he identify himself as John, no, but rather as Garglemok, a barbarian in nature and without any method to his madness.
With leftover raw meat in his two-foot beard, there Garglemok took to Storm's Landing, hoping to find protein and nutrients to further fuel his lifestyle, one of devout hunger never knowing the true sensation of fulfillment. There, he had grunted and gurgled to convey his purpose, to no avail.
In due time, would Garglemok (John) find what he was looking for.
brayylmaoski
2. How old are you?
19
3. What country are you from?
canada
4. Have you read the King's Law, Tome of Citizenship, Official Lore, and the Survival Guides yet?
sure
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
metagaming is the despicable act of integrating information acquired OOC'ly and implementing it in any shape, way and form into an IC scenario. powergaming is simply making your character enjoy the more impossible feats of life, such as lifting a boulder which is far too much for their likeness. This also includes actions in a skirmish or duel, such as forcing an emote on another player which disallows them the will of response.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
i'd say no, no.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
jase.
8. Tell us about yourself!
im white, 6ft, brown eyes, single
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
what kinds of work
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
tohmas
Character Name:
John of the Wilds. (Garglemok)
Character Age:
34.
Character Race:
human.
Appearance:
Hazel eyes, roughly along the margin of six foot; broad shoulders suggesting a laborer's son. Caucasian boasting dirty blonde hair, rugged facial hair cresting a subtle jawline. Dirty & vile.
.
Written Test!
John was born to a roaming hunter-gatherer family within the LITTLE forests of the Talon Isles whom had fled strife times ago, inheriting knowledge passed down by ancestor. John learned of basic tradition from his family, including reading from aged parchment reserved from times yore, never truly grasping the concept of squiggly lines amidst several other avenues of knowledge, expected of a youth. He soon came more accustomed to physical training, pumping his biceps with a woodsman's stone axe, a primitive device, hacking away at trees for their bark. Oft times, he collected the syrup and consumed it for nutrients, devouring the maggots freely. Until his parents perished due to age, at which point then did he continue their previous nomadic lifestyle.
From Blackstone ports to Storm's Landing, there hadn't been any stopping the young nomad prodigy, taking on the odd job for what coin he could get! Frugal, broke and alone, nearly naked, it certainly was no easy life for the average man. But John was no average man, however, he thrived in his element where others would perish in due time. Nocking an arrow, rapid it soared through brustle and bramble; penetrating the thick hide of a boar, writhing helplessly in the mud. John trudged forward for his marked prey, the boar heaving and gushing blood before he gripped a nearby stone, dropping it onto its skull with a "THWACK" and there, it breathed its final breath.
With a rack of ribs over campfire, charred coals griddled the meat which he devoured like the maggots times ago, a man that has no means of differentiating his flavor profile; meat was meat. Protein was protein for this vascular, feasting-- bloodthirsty being of the outback, a true terror for Theodra's little animals. He was a true neanderthal.
Until his wayward journeys led him to civilization, he hadn't any inclination of what that life had been like. No experience beneath his loincloth per se, trudging through after years of losing his prior learned knowledge. No longer did he identify himself as John, no, but rather as Garglemok, a barbarian in nature and without any method to his madness.
With leftover raw meat in his two-foot beard, there Garglemok took to Storm's Landing, hoping to find protein and nutrients to further fuel his lifestyle, one of devout hunger never knowing the true sensation of fulfillment. There, he had grunted and gurgled to convey his purpose, to no avail.
In due time, would Garglemok (John) find what he was looking for.
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