French Roast
Lord of Altera
- Pronouns
- She/Her
French_Roast
About you
1) What is your MINECRAFT username?
godfather1 (letter o)
Also have an alt, Thalion_Rissien (letter o) although I'm unsure what the process is for whitelisting alt accounts.
2) How old are you? 16
3) Where are you? Minnesota, US
4) Have you read our guides yet? Yes
5) Introduce yourself!
My name is Connor. I am an introvert, it's worth mentioning, so I won't be as interested in large-scale events and massive public RPs just because of my nature, I'll more be sticking to people I know better and have RPed with before when I was on the server. As requested I should probably talk about something other than the server- I am very passionate about music, both as a listener and as a player of piano (and clarinet, although that's a bit less passionate because I don't have strong lungs...). I also love movies and a few TV shows, although I only watch Netflix really, such as Doctor Who, The Walking Dead and Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood. In terms of other games I play, I am working on expanding my game collection. I mostly do PC gaming, for example I recently finished Half-Life 2 and I've lately been obsessed with FTL: Faster Than Light. On the Wii I've been into Xenoblade Chronicles (which I bought for a rip-off price of $50, by the way...). I also do photography as a hobby, although not recently because my good camera broke.
Oh, and lastly, I pride myself on having very strictly liberal ideals but accepting that compromise is necessary to solve almost any problem. I'm an open book.
6) Got any examples of your work?
Unfortunately no.
7) Did you explore our world prior to your application?
No, however I was on the server quite a while ago, so unless the server changed drastically since then, I'm assuming the general feel of the towns and locations is the same. Although I'm fine with it if it's totally different too, new is good.
8) Referrer: (Optional)
Sophe_Deathblade/mavlin (I know others here, but she's the one who really convinced me to come back)
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About your character
Name: Kellen Verinon, now goes simply by "Kell"
Age: 23
Race: Human
Appearance: Standing at about 6 feet tall, with a lean build. Wears light clothing, including a dark green cloak that is obviously made from scratch, as well as leather body armor and chaps, and hunting boots. Has hazel eyes and relatively long, shaggy blond hair. If his facial expression were to be compared to an animal, the closest would probably be a weasel. He has a noteworthy scar on the back of his left hand, which is visible as he only wears a glove on his right hand.
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The test
The young man walked silently along the stone path in the starless night. A soft breeze blew from behind, seeming to compel him forward. He grinned slightly to himself as he walked. "Once I get to that city I can start again," he thought to himself. "What do my parents know about wealth? They worked at the level of a peasant for their wealth, and why? Honor? Pride? Some stupid sense of achievement? Why work at such a boring and filthy level when you can take from those who aren't fit to own?" He paused as he walked, glancing back in the direction of the large house at the top of the hill of the village he was walking away from; the house where his parents would now be awake and looking for him and the small amount of money he had snatched from his father's chest. Kellen Verinon chuckled briefly to himself, and continued on his way. "I'll have to think of a new name for myself... I do not like Verinon as a last name anymore. In fact..." He brushed his hair out of his eyes. "Why have a last name? Last names put you in a group, they simply cause prejudice and faulted conclusions. 'Oh, that's so-and-so's son, he must be so honorable and humane.' I've heard that so many times, simply because I have my parents' last name." He brandished the single, boring shortsword he had taken as well, drawing it from its sheath and examining it. "I'll need a more personal weapon than this boring piece of scrap metal... But for now, the name... Kell. Just Kell. I like that." As he continued walking, he naturally grew tired, and so stopped when he came to a thick oak not far off the path, and slumped down against the side facing away from the path so he would be less clearly visible to passersby.
Later, when the morning’s rays woke him up, he stood to find a man crouching down next to him, looking at him curiously. “Oi, thought you weren’t gonna wake up,” the stranger said to him.
“And why should you be concerned about someone you do not know?” asked Kell.
“Well, ‘s the right thing to do,” the man replied matter-of-factly. “Of course I’ll make sure yer alright.”
Kell sighed and stood. He could tell from the man’s appearance that he wasn’t a fighter. “And say I were someone who wanted to kill you,” he said, his voice turning snide. “Say I’m a psychotic murderer who would love nothing more than to see your blood spilled on the ground. Or say I was a thief who would knock you out cold as soon as you turned your back and took your possessions, what then? Tell me, is it really worth the risk just to make sure some armed stranger is fairing okay on his own?”
The stranger, obviously disturbed by Kell’s behavior, stood and took a step back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it-”
He was cut off suddenly to see Kell’s blade in his hand. He started to run, but Kell easily overcame him and cut through the back of his leg, dropping him to the ground. That day Kell walked off happily with another handful of money, and a meager dagger. “You should be careful who you try to be friendly with, next time.”
1) What is your MINECRAFT username?
godfather1 (letter o)
Also have an alt, Thalion_Rissien (letter o) although I'm unsure what the process is for whitelisting alt accounts.
2) How old are you? 16
3) Where are you? Minnesota, US
4) Have you read our guides yet? Yes
5) Introduce yourself!
My name is Connor. I am an introvert, it's worth mentioning, so I won't be as interested in large-scale events and massive public RPs just because of my nature, I'll more be sticking to people I know better and have RPed with before when I was on the server. As requested I should probably talk about something other than the server- I am very passionate about music, both as a listener and as a player of piano (and clarinet, although that's a bit less passionate because I don't have strong lungs...). I also love movies and a few TV shows, although I only watch Netflix really, such as Doctor Who, The Walking Dead and Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood. In terms of other games I play, I am working on expanding my game collection. I mostly do PC gaming, for example I recently finished Half-Life 2 and I've lately been obsessed with FTL: Faster Than Light. On the Wii I've been into Xenoblade Chronicles (which I bought for a rip-off price of $50, by the way...). I also do photography as a hobby, although not recently because my good camera broke.
Oh, and lastly, I pride myself on having very strictly liberal ideals but accepting that compromise is necessary to solve almost any problem. I'm an open book.6) Got any examples of your work?
Unfortunately no.
7) Did you explore our world prior to your application?
No, however I was on the server quite a while ago, so unless the server changed drastically since then, I'm assuming the general feel of the towns and locations is the same. Although I'm fine with it if it's totally different too, new is good.
8) Referrer: (Optional)
Sophe_Deathblade/mavlin (I know others here, but she's the one who really convinced me to come back)
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About your character
Name: Kellen Verinon, now goes simply by "Kell"
Age: 23
Race: Human
Appearance: Standing at about 6 feet tall, with a lean build. Wears light clothing, including a dark green cloak that is obviously made from scratch, as well as leather body armor and chaps, and hunting boots. Has hazel eyes and relatively long, shaggy blond hair. If his facial expression were to be compared to an animal, the closest would probably be a weasel. He has a noteworthy scar on the back of his left hand, which is visible as he only wears a glove on his right hand.
---
The test
The young man walked silently along the stone path in the starless night. A soft breeze blew from behind, seeming to compel him forward. He grinned slightly to himself as he walked. "Once I get to that city I can start again," he thought to himself. "What do my parents know about wealth? They worked at the level of a peasant for their wealth, and why? Honor? Pride? Some stupid sense of achievement? Why work at such a boring and filthy level when you can take from those who aren't fit to own?" He paused as he walked, glancing back in the direction of the large house at the top of the hill of the village he was walking away from; the house where his parents would now be awake and looking for him and the small amount of money he had snatched from his father's chest. Kellen Verinon chuckled briefly to himself, and continued on his way. "I'll have to think of a new name for myself... I do not like Verinon as a last name anymore. In fact..." He brushed his hair out of his eyes. "Why have a last name? Last names put you in a group, they simply cause prejudice and faulted conclusions. 'Oh, that's so-and-so's son, he must be so honorable and humane.' I've heard that so many times, simply because I have my parents' last name." He brandished the single, boring shortsword he had taken as well, drawing it from its sheath and examining it. "I'll need a more personal weapon than this boring piece of scrap metal... But for now, the name... Kell. Just Kell. I like that." As he continued walking, he naturally grew tired, and so stopped when he came to a thick oak not far off the path, and slumped down against the side facing away from the path so he would be less clearly visible to passersby.
Later, when the morning’s rays woke him up, he stood to find a man crouching down next to him, looking at him curiously. “Oi, thought you weren’t gonna wake up,” the stranger said to him.
“And why should you be concerned about someone you do not know?” asked Kell.
“Well, ‘s the right thing to do,” the man replied matter-of-factly. “Of course I’ll make sure yer alright.”
Kell sighed and stood. He could tell from the man’s appearance that he wasn’t a fighter. “And say I were someone who wanted to kill you,” he said, his voice turning snide. “Say I’m a psychotic murderer who would love nothing more than to see your blood spilled on the ground. Or say I was a thief who would knock you out cold as soon as you turned your back and took your possessions, what then? Tell me, is it really worth the risk just to make sure some armed stranger is fairing okay on his own?”
The stranger, obviously disturbed by Kell’s behavior, stood and took a step back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it-”
He was cut off suddenly to see Kell’s blade in his hand. He started to run, but Kell easily overcame him and cut through the back of his leg, dropping him to the ground. That day Kell walked off happily with another handful of money, and a meager dagger. “You should be careful who you try to be friendly with, next time.”
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