Ferreto
Lord of Altera
About you
1) What is your MINECRAFT username?
Ferrett42
2) How old are you?
16
3) Where are you?
USA
4) Have you read our guides yet?
Yes
5) Introduce yourself!
I am currently a junior in high school with As and Bs. I have lived in the same community my entire life. I am a Christian. I have been role-playing for 5-ish years, and have admin'd on three RP servers.
I play CounterStrike frequently, and also other FPS games. Parents are divorced, but still live near eachother for my brother and I. And contrary to popular belief I am not a boater.
6) Got any examples of your work?
.
7) Did you explore our world prior to your application?
No
8) Referrer: (Optional)
LeftwardElk23 Tohm_Mechaskus
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About your character
Name:
Rachel Hirsch
Age:
15
Race:
Human
Appearance:
Rachel shifts slightly, uncomfortable under your gaze. She is young, and her body reflects that.
Her clothes look worn, and long used. Her gloves are torn, revealing hands with almost healed cuts.
As you look her up and down she pulls her linen bag closer to her. She is not very tall.
(File Attached)
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The test
Rachel pushes herself up. Looking to the gray and cloudy sky through her little 'window' of the alley. She attempts to take a deep breath, but finds herself raspily coughing. Rachel stumbles forward and into the wall of the building beside her. She collapses into a muck-fulled puddle that pollutes this wretched city she finds herself in. She only coughs heavier as she attempts to push herself up again. With a large thrust she slips to her feet falling onto the wall, leaning on it. As she steps out of the alley and into the middle of the once-bustling city she finds no one to corral her out of the way. Rachel takes a deep breath and moves down the road. The wind blows through her wet, torn and filthy clothes. In vain she attempts to pull her coat tighter around herself.
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Rachel looked up at the great ship before her. In awe she glanced at the gleeful man standing at its registry. "W-where is i-it going?" The man, having no one else at the pier to speak to, looked at Rachel and replied. "Wolfstadt." Rachel mouthed the word, trying to remember it. She looked confused and said to the man "A-and w-where is that?" The man sighed, and changed his attention to the two men that he appears to have been waiting for. They pass her, climb onto the boat and leave.
And so Rachel went. But not back to her filthy alley to be eaten by the creatures of muck. She took her torn and feeble self out, out and away. To the only road she knew of that wouldn't sink her leg two feet into itself. As she stepped along she soon found her incapacity to function, being so malnourished. Rachel tried her best to move forward, but could eventually not revive herself upon collapse.
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Awaking in a warm cot Rachel was disoriented. A woman greeted her and fed her. Rachel, feeling uncomfortable, asked when she may go. To which the woman frowned and shook her head. For a few more months Rachel and Sarah, as it was, were happy to be together. Rachel felt as though she had gained something she had long been missing, and all was well. Sarah told her stories of heroes and adventure from another, distant land. To her it was just something to pass the time.
An evening came that upon sitting down to a lunch of oats with Sarah a crash came from the door. Rachel shot up from her chair in fright as three massive beasts entered. Rachel was frozen in fear as she took in the sight. Flanking a larger, black creature were two brown sheep(goat?) men. Each had varying sizes of horns, one appeared to have none par a nubbish bump. It was Sarah who reacted first by reaching to a standing wardrobe. One of the flanking brown beasts, who's hair was adorned in beads, took two large strides forward and easily threw Sarah to the floor. Rachel began to cry, being temporarily ignored by the creatures.
Sarah, the still-young woman, stood in defiance of the creature whom previously ended her stance. Rachel continued to cry as the black coloured creature moved across the small cabin floor, its hooves stamping. It reached out a hairy hand, which Sarah promptly slapped away. Laughter, horrible laughter followed. Rachel had found herself the corner of the cabin as the creatures moved to surround Sarah; one had drawn a short sword. Rachel's eyes met with Sarah, and Sarah gestured with her head to run.
And run Rachel did. She ran, away from the horrible lamentations and terror's of Sarah. Away from the ugly, evil, horrid creatures that had invaded her finally calm and happy world.
Away, further down the road she once traveled.
1) What is your MINECRAFT username?
Ferrett42
2) How old are you?
16
3) Where are you?
USA
4) Have you read our guides yet?
Yes
5) Introduce yourself!
I am currently a junior in high school with As and Bs. I have lived in the same community my entire life. I am a Christian. I have been role-playing for 5-ish years, and have admin'd on three RP servers.
I play CounterStrike frequently, and also other FPS games. Parents are divorced, but still live near eachother for my brother and I. And contrary to popular belief I am not a boater.
6) Got any examples of your work?
.
7) Did you explore our world prior to your application?
No
8) Referrer: (Optional)
LeftwardElk23 Tohm_Mechaskus
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About your character
Name:
Rachel Hirsch
Age:
15
Race:
Human
Appearance:
Rachel shifts slightly, uncomfortable under your gaze. She is young, and her body reflects that.
Her clothes look worn, and long used. Her gloves are torn, revealing hands with almost healed cuts.
As you look her up and down she pulls her linen bag closer to her. She is not very tall.
(File Attached)
---
The test
Rachel pushes herself up. Looking to the gray and cloudy sky through her little 'window' of the alley. She attempts to take a deep breath, but finds herself raspily coughing. Rachel stumbles forward and into the wall of the building beside her. She collapses into a muck-fulled puddle that pollutes this wretched city she finds herself in. She only coughs heavier as she attempts to push herself up again. With a large thrust she slips to her feet falling onto the wall, leaning on it. As she steps out of the alley and into the middle of the once-bustling city she finds no one to corral her out of the way. Rachel takes a deep breath and moves down the road. The wind blows through her wet, torn and filthy clothes. In vain she attempts to pull her coat tighter around herself.
------------------
Rachel looked up at the great ship before her. In awe she glanced at the gleeful man standing at its registry. "W-where is i-it going?" The man, having no one else at the pier to speak to, looked at Rachel and replied. "Wolfstadt." Rachel mouthed the word, trying to remember it. She looked confused and said to the man "A-and w-where is that?" The man sighed, and changed his attention to the two men that he appears to have been waiting for. They pass her, climb onto the boat and leave.
And so Rachel went. But not back to her filthy alley to be eaten by the creatures of muck. She took her torn and feeble self out, out and away. To the only road she knew of that wouldn't sink her leg two feet into itself. As she stepped along she soon found her incapacity to function, being so malnourished. Rachel tried her best to move forward, but could eventually not revive herself upon collapse.
--------------
Awaking in a warm cot Rachel was disoriented. A woman greeted her and fed her. Rachel, feeling uncomfortable, asked when she may go. To which the woman frowned and shook her head. For a few more months Rachel and Sarah, as it was, were happy to be together. Rachel felt as though she had gained something she had long been missing, and all was well. Sarah told her stories of heroes and adventure from another, distant land. To her it was just something to pass the time.
An evening came that upon sitting down to a lunch of oats with Sarah a crash came from the door. Rachel shot up from her chair in fright as three massive beasts entered. Rachel was frozen in fear as she took in the sight. Flanking a larger, black creature were two brown sheep(goat?) men. Each had varying sizes of horns, one appeared to have none par a nubbish bump. It was Sarah who reacted first by reaching to a standing wardrobe. One of the flanking brown beasts, who's hair was adorned in beads, took two large strides forward and easily threw Sarah to the floor. Rachel began to cry, being temporarily ignored by the creatures.
Sarah, the still-young woman, stood in defiance of the creature whom previously ended her stance. Rachel continued to cry as the black coloured creature moved across the small cabin floor, its hooves stamping. It reached out a hairy hand, which Sarah promptly slapped away. Laughter, horrible laughter followed. Rachel had found herself the corner of the cabin as the creatures moved to surround Sarah; one had drawn a short sword. Rachel's eyes met with Sarah, and Sarah gestured with her head to run.
And run Rachel did. She ran, away from the horrible lamentations and terror's of Sarah. Away from the ugly, evil, horrid creatures that had invaded her finally calm and happy world.
Away, further down the road she once traveled.
