Foxi
Loyal Servant of Altera
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Foxxiee
2. How old are you?
18
3. What country are you from?
La France !
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yes.
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
From what I understand, metagaming is using information that you obtained out-of-character in a roleplay context (for example, if you hear on Discord that someone's character murdered someone, and then in-character you accuse them of that murder, even though your character would have no way of knowing this information), and powergaming is giving your character OP, godly powers that your character could not realistically have, or in a combat situation doing an unrealistic action without giving your opponent time to react (for example: "In one movement, Jason pushed Karl to the floor and stabbed him twice").
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Jinny
8. Tell us about yourself!
I'm afraid there's not much to say! I'm an aspiring novelist/poet, I live in Paris, France with my Havanese Nara, and I love to draw (despite my complete lack of talent for it). As far as music, I'm not terribly picky: I love everything from Beethoven & Chopin to folk music to hip-hop/rap, and will without hesitation put all those genres into the same playlist! I love to read, and if not for school and work I would spend weeks on end reading in my library. I have a great range of favourite writers, all the way from Ernest Hemmingway to Jane Austen; as far as poets, my favourite would be tied between Edgar Allan Poe and Maya Angelou. (I know, I'm weird!) I hope that's enough for now, I'm not great at talking about myself >.<
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I do have some poems and such, but I don't think they're good enough to show.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
No, I found this server a while ago and was too shy to post a whitelist application. I don't remember exactly how I found it.
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Fayeth Thalor
Character Age:
18
Character Race:
Silver Elf
Appearance:
Hair like liquid silver, too light in hue for an elf of her class, flows down her back, reaching down to her hips. Her eyes, a washed grey, burst into a silver flame when viewed under the sunlight. Her rather round, stout body is always covered by a flowing white gown of silk, and hidden by her head wrap is a light dusting of freckles on her nose and cheeks. Her skin is a light caramel, kissed by the sun one too many times.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
She looked in the mirror, at the faint whisper of freckles strewn across her face and the light silver hair whose very hue betrayed her. She stared her imperfections in the eye, memorising each and every one of them. “Your imperfections are your power,” her father used to tell her. “You are not you without them.” The words had echoed in her mind a thousand times, but with each repetition her belief in them faded.
Your imperfections are your power. She stared determinedly at her reflection. She narrowed her eyes into a fierce glare, as if looking tough and brave would make her feel it.
You are not you without them. Who was she, anyway? A shadow? Do shadows really exist?
Finally she broke her gaze and looked out the window with a sigh of defeat. She always came to the mirror hoping to feel more satisfied, and she always left it feeling hollow and discouraged. She moved to her desk and looked at the moon. She had always felt a strange connection to the moon, as if it were her only friend. Tonight it shone in its full glory, casting its mystical glow upon a pond outside. Its silvery glow dominated the earth and the skies alike, turning all the beauty and splendor of the day into mere silhouettes. The others may pray to whatever gods they chose, but Fayeth prayed to the moon alone.
As if lit by an unseen fire, her eyes brightened and a smile spread across her face. She reached for a feather quill and opened her book, and she frantically weaved rivers of ink upon the torn, stained paper. The rivers flowed and flowed until they became a universe of their own: a universe in which all the world’s sorrows had melted away, where summer’s warm breeze blew eternally, where the moon Herself walked among men.
As she weaved these rivers of time and space, her freckles disappeared, her hair grew dark as ash, her legs stretched longer than vines, and her eyes shone with moonfire. As page after page was filled with ink, her heart sang like a nightingale on Midsummer’s Eve, and she began to glow with a light to rival the moon itself.
When the sun finally poked its fiery crown over the horizon and the moon’s light flickered out like a dying ember, she looked again in the mirror, quill in hand, and saw her freckled face, her tanned skin, her pointed nose, and her bright silver hair. She was the most beautiful girl in the world.
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Foxxiee
2. How old are you?
18
3. What country are you from?
La France !
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yes.
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
From what I understand, metagaming is using information that you obtained out-of-character in a roleplay context (for example, if you hear on Discord that someone's character murdered someone, and then in-character you accuse them of that murder, even though your character would have no way of knowing this information), and powergaming is giving your character OP, godly powers that your character could not realistically have, or in a combat situation doing an unrealistic action without giving your opponent time to react (for example: "In one movement, Jason pushed Karl to the floor and stabbed him twice").
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Jinny
8. Tell us about yourself!
I'm afraid there's not much to say! I'm an aspiring novelist/poet, I live in Paris, France with my Havanese Nara, and I love to draw (despite my complete lack of talent for it). As far as music, I'm not terribly picky: I love everything from Beethoven & Chopin to folk music to hip-hop/rap, and will without hesitation put all those genres into the same playlist! I love to read, and if not for school and work I would spend weeks on end reading in my library. I have a great range of favourite writers, all the way from Ernest Hemmingway to Jane Austen; as far as poets, my favourite would be tied between Edgar Allan Poe and Maya Angelou. (I know, I'm weird!) I hope that's enough for now, I'm not great at talking about myself >.<
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I do have some poems and such, but I don't think they're good enough to show.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
No, I found this server a while ago and was too shy to post a whitelist application. I don't remember exactly how I found it.
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Fayeth Thalor
Character Age:
18
Character Race:
Silver Elf
Appearance:
Hair like liquid silver, too light in hue for an elf of her class, flows down her back, reaching down to her hips. Her eyes, a washed grey, burst into a silver flame when viewed under the sunlight. Her rather round, stout body is always covered by a flowing white gown of silk, and hidden by her head wrap is a light dusting of freckles on her nose and cheeks. Her skin is a light caramel, kissed by the sun one too many times.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
She looked in the mirror, at the faint whisper of freckles strewn across her face and the light silver hair whose very hue betrayed her. She stared her imperfections in the eye, memorising each and every one of them. “Your imperfections are your power,” her father used to tell her. “You are not you without them.” The words had echoed in her mind a thousand times, but with each repetition her belief in them faded.
Your imperfections are your power. She stared determinedly at her reflection. She narrowed her eyes into a fierce glare, as if looking tough and brave would make her feel it.
You are not you without them. Who was she, anyway? A shadow? Do shadows really exist?
Finally she broke her gaze and looked out the window with a sigh of defeat. She always came to the mirror hoping to feel more satisfied, and she always left it feeling hollow and discouraged. She moved to her desk and looked at the moon. She had always felt a strange connection to the moon, as if it were her only friend. Tonight it shone in its full glory, casting its mystical glow upon a pond outside. Its silvery glow dominated the earth and the skies alike, turning all the beauty and splendor of the day into mere silhouettes. The others may pray to whatever gods they chose, but Fayeth prayed to the moon alone.
As if lit by an unseen fire, her eyes brightened and a smile spread across her face. She reached for a feather quill and opened her book, and she frantically weaved rivers of ink upon the torn, stained paper. The rivers flowed and flowed until they became a universe of their own: a universe in which all the world’s sorrows had melted away, where summer’s warm breeze blew eternally, where the moon Herself walked among men.
As she weaved these rivers of time and space, her freckles disappeared, her hair grew dark as ash, her legs stretched longer than vines, and her eyes shone with moonfire. As page after page was filled with ink, her heart sang like a nightingale on Midsummer’s Eve, and she began to glow with a light to rival the moon itself.
When the sun finally poked its fiery crown over the horizon and the moon’s light flickered out like a dying ember, she looked again in the mirror, quill in hand, and saw her freckled face, her tanned skin, her pointed nose, and her bright silver hair. She was the most beautiful girl in the world.
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