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Lord of Altera
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Doctor_Brown
1. What is your Minecraft username?
DrBrownCa
2. How old are you?
21
3. What country are you from?
Canada
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Sure have
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is taking out of character knowledge and applying it in game,
powergaming is forcing another player into a situation or scenario without consent or chance of retaliation
(E.G. "I stab your character and they die" as opposed to "I thrust my sword at you" giving the opposing player a chance to retaliate)
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
I don't think I need to look anywhere to know the answer is no
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Raal
8. Tell us about yourself!
Hey, I'm a 2nd year music major specializing in brass. Needless to say, I listen to a lot of music, everything from rap and electro to metal and contemporary classical. Ask me for song suggestions, I'm sure I've got something for you. Nowadays with all my sparetime, I'm usually practicing music or playing games that don't require too much thinking, like minecraft or other tabletop games
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I do but it's all garbage so I'd rather not
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Just a whole lot of googling with my buddy Sussurous
Character Name:
Mira Laranja
Character Age:
28
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Tan skin, brown eyes, long black hair reaching down her back, but typically in a ponytail. Wears a long brown drab coat, dark coloured pants, black boots and her signature orange undershirt, whatever form that comes in. Always carrying around her rapier.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
Bounding through the city gates and around the corner, Mira comes in view of the grand bazaar. Shops, stalls, seated tellers line the streets for a hundred metres and maybe more. She stops in her path and gazes for what seems like an eternity, that signature smile cresting her face ever wider. Her eyes dart to anything and everything in sight with unrivaled glee.
A well-dressed gentlemen catches Mira from across the way and trots over. He instinctively dons his customer service smile as he approaches, wavering only slightly when he notices the over-exuberance of Mira's own smile up close.
"Welcome!" he bleats, "What brings you to our lovely bazaar? Wealth? Adventure? Faith? Status? Or may I inter-"
Before he can finish, Mira has already fired off her own set of remarks. "I love adventure! What else do people have here? I'll pick up whatever you put down mister!"
While her excitement startles the man, he continues on. "Well aren't you the keen one! I do believe you will fit right in over by my shop. I strike you as one seeking pleas-"
Again he is cut off, "Do you like orange? I love orange"
It's becoming more evident to the man that Mira is paying no attention to what he is saying and instead fixated on the many sights the bazaar beholds.
"Actually, I don't care if you like orange," she continues, "is there anything good to eat here? I'm starving." Amidst her spew of thoughts and words a gleam of orange catches her eyes, and she gasps in awe.
"What is that?!" she spouts.
The man tries one more time to catch her attention. "Ma'am I'm sure I could show you around if you w-"
"No thanks!" she exclaims, cutting him off once more, "I wanna see the orange thing!" And she dashes off in pursuit of the treasure she seeks, leaving the gentlemen's pride slightly tarnished.
In a humble corner of the bazaar sits an elderly woman knitting a quilt out of orange fabric. The woman's stand holds only the bare essentials, two or so logs to sit on and hold her fabric, a wooden display, and a canopy to cover the roaring heat of the Harvest Season. Laid out in front of her are several more of her creations. The lack of dirt on the fabrics and the surrounding area suggests this corner is often overlooked. Yet still, the elderly woman knits away for the few souls that wander. Today it was Mira.
"So beautiful" Mira awes, now out of breath from running over to the corner. She's obviously enamoured by the cloth, and leans in an almost uncomfortable amount towards the elderly woman.
The woman chuckles, "My my! Aren't you the excitable one! Few wander this corner and even fewer appreciate my work. You are tired, young one, come have a seat." She pats the log next to her behind the wood crate display.
"But that's just it, ma'am! There are so many wonderful things here! How can one stop?" Mira rebutes.
"And you still have time in your life to see it all," the woman smiles back at her, "come sit for now."
"If you insist," Mira replies.
Mira takes her seat, unlatches the rapier on her back and leans it against the canopy. She begins to catch her breath, still fixated on the woman's orange quilt.
"How are you doing that?" Mira puzzles.
"Why it's knitting of course," the woman remarks, "this old crone has been knitting all her life, no sense stopping now."
She takes another look at Mira, just to make sure she is listening. She smiles.
"You know," she continues, "it's nice to have the bustle of young folk around. My children and grandchildren have all since left. Yet here I still sit."
The woman chuckles to herself, "but that is just the ravings of an old woman, what brings you here?"
"I like orange!" Mira exclaims, still staring intently and the knitting process.
The woman laughs, "that much is apparent! But where do you come from?"
"From wherever I was to wherever I am," Mira replies, "staying in one place is booooooring."
"You seem a little young to be travelling alone my dear," the woman says, "if you come from nowhere, where do you call home? Where is your family?"
Mira's heavy breathing stops suddenly. Her smile wavers. Slowly she sits upright and reaches for her rapier, her back now to the woman.
"Don't got none," Mira replies, coldly, "never have, never will."
The woman is startled from this sudden change in demeanor, bolting upright hearing Mira's words.
She takes a deep breath and asks, "would you look at me dear?"
"Of course!" Mira replies in her usual chipper way. She spins on her seat to face the woman, and gives her a weak smile, locking eyes with the woman.
Once again the woman is startled with what she sees. She lets out a sigh of empathy.
"You've been through a lot, haven't you dear?" She says.
The woman stares straight at Mira, but in her cool brown eyes, no light is reflected.
Mira's smile widens.
"I like you! I'll come for you later," Mira exclaims.
Before the old woman gets another word in as to the nature of Mira's words, she throws her rapier over her shoulder and bolts off.
"Bye! See you again!"
DrBrownCa
2. How old are you?
21
3. What country are you from?
Canada
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Sure have
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is taking out of character knowledge and applying it in game,
powergaming is forcing another player into a situation or scenario without consent or chance of retaliation
(E.G. "I stab your character and they die" as opposed to "I thrust my sword at you" giving the opposing player a chance to retaliate)
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
I don't think I need to look anywhere to know the answer is no
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Raal
8. Tell us about yourself!
Hey, I'm a 2nd year music major specializing in brass. Needless to say, I listen to a lot of music, everything from rap and electro to metal and contemporary classical. Ask me for song suggestions, I'm sure I've got something for you. Nowadays with all my sparetime, I'm usually practicing music or playing games that don't require too much thinking, like minecraft or other tabletop games
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I do but it's all garbage so I'd rather not
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Just a whole lot of googling with my buddy Sussurous
Character Name:
Mira Laranja
Character Age:
28
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Tan skin, brown eyes, long black hair reaching down her back, but typically in a ponytail. Wears a long brown drab coat, dark coloured pants, black boots and her signature orange undershirt, whatever form that comes in. Always carrying around her rapier.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
Bounding through the city gates and around the corner, Mira comes in view of the grand bazaar. Shops, stalls, seated tellers line the streets for a hundred metres and maybe more. She stops in her path and gazes for what seems like an eternity, that signature smile cresting her face ever wider. Her eyes dart to anything and everything in sight with unrivaled glee.
A well-dressed gentlemen catches Mira from across the way and trots over. He instinctively dons his customer service smile as he approaches, wavering only slightly when he notices the over-exuberance of Mira's own smile up close.
"Welcome!" he bleats, "What brings you to our lovely bazaar? Wealth? Adventure? Faith? Status? Or may I inter-"
Before he can finish, Mira has already fired off her own set of remarks. "I love adventure! What else do people have here? I'll pick up whatever you put down mister!"
While her excitement startles the man, he continues on. "Well aren't you the keen one! I do believe you will fit right in over by my shop. I strike you as one seeking pleas-"
Again he is cut off, "Do you like orange? I love orange"
It's becoming more evident to the man that Mira is paying no attention to what he is saying and instead fixated on the many sights the bazaar beholds.
"Actually, I don't care if you like orange," she continues, "is there anything good to eat here? I'm starving." Amidst her spew of thoughts and words a gleam of orange catches her eyes, and she gasps in awe.
"What is that?!" she spouts.
The man tries one more time to catch her attention. "Ma'am I'm sure I could show you around if you w-"
"No thanks!" she exclaims, cutting him off once more, "I wanna see the orange thing!" And she dashes off in pursuit of the treasure she seeks, leaving the gentlemen's pride slightly tarnished.
In a humble corner of the bazaar sits an elderly woman knitting a quilt out of orange fabric. The woman's stand holds only the bare essentials, two or so logs to sit on and hold her fabric, a wooden display, and a canopy to cover the roaring heat of the Harvest Season. Laid out in front of her are several more of her creations. The lack of dirt on the fabrics and the surrounding area suggests this corner is often overlooked. Yet still, the elderly woman knits away for the few souls that wander. Today it was Mira.
"So beautiful" Mira awes, now out of breath from running over to the corner. She's obviously enamoured by the cloth, and leans in an almost uncomfortable amount towards the elderly woman.
The woman chuckles, "My my! Aren't you the excitable one! Few wander this corner and even fewer appreciate my work. You are tired, young one, come have a seat." She pats the log next to her behind the wood crate display.
"But that's just it, ma'am! There are so many wonderful things here! How can one stop?" Mira rebutes.
"And you still have time in your life to see it all," the woman smiles back at her, "come sit for now."
"If you insist," Mira replies.
Mira takes her seat, unlatches the rapier on her back and leans it against the canopy. She begins to catch her breath, still fixated on the woman's orange quilt.
"How are you doing that?" Mira puzzles.
"Why it's knitting of course," the woman remarks, "this old crone has been knitting all her life, no sense stopping now."
She takes another look at Mira, just to make sure she is listening. She smiles.
"You know," she continues, "it's nice to have the bustle of young folk around. My children and grandchildren have all since left. Yet here I still sit."
The woman chuckles to herself, "but that is just the ravings of an old woman, what brings you here?"
"I like orange!" Mira exclaims, still staring intently and the knitting process.
The woman laughs, "that much is apparent! But where do you come from?"
"From wherever I was to wherever I am," Mira replies, "staying in one place is booooooring."
"You seem a little young to be travelling alone my dear," the woman says, "if you come from nowhere, where do you call home? Where is your family?"
Mira's heavy breathing stops suddenly. Her smile wavers. Slowly she sits upright and reaches for her rapier, her back now to the woman.
"Don't got none," Mira replies, coldly, "never have, never will."
The woman is startled from this sudden change in demeanor, bolting upright hearing Mira's words.
She takes a deep breath and asks, "would you look at me dear?"
"Of course!" Mira replies in her usual chipper way. She spins on her seat to face the woman, and gives her a weak smile, locking eyes with the woman.
Once again the woman is startled with what she sees. She lets out a sigh of empathy.
"You've been through a lot, haven't you dear?" She says.
The woman stares straight at Mira, but in her cool brown eyes, no light is reflected.
Mira's smile widens.
"I like you! I'll come for you later," Mira exclaims.
Before the old woman gets another word in as to the nature of Mira's words, she throws her rapier over her shoulder and bolts off.
"Bye! See you again!"
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