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| joshun's Whitelist App: ________________________________________ {Introduction Section} Minecraft Username: joshun Age: 21 Country & Timezone: United States; EST Read the Kings Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides?: Yes Define Metagaming & Powergaming?: Simply put, they're both rather easy to define terms. Metagaming is using information gather out-of-character and using it in-character for benefits. While on the opposite end of the spectrum, powergaming is doing something that your character would unlikely be able to perform; an example being like beheading someone without their chance to defend, Do we allow Xray mods or X-Ray texture packs?: No Tell us about yourself!: Hello there, my name is Josh, akin to my Minecraft name. I'm not terribly interesting, I work as a teacher for an elementary school during day, and as a waiter by night. I've been roleplaying for about three years now, and took a short hiatus, but I've been getting an itch lately, so I decided to apply for a spot here. Other than roleplay, I'm into cosplay in my free time, video games, and sports. Referral: Googled "Medieval minecraft servers." ________________________________________ {Character Section} Character Name: Aleksandr Age: 23 Race: Human - Northern Sangrian Appearance: Aleksandr is a adult of a somewhat stocky build. He has long, dirty blonde hair that is tied tightly to the back of his head in order to form a ponytail that drapes over either shoulder normally. Below his hairline rest two, pale blue eyes, with the occasional war paint among his face. He has pale skin that is covered liberally due to the cold environments of his upbringing. His attire isn't terribly grand or convoluted, but is quite a bit compared to his counterparts in the South. He wears boots with fur wrappings around his shins for traversal in the snowy wastelands; tucked into them are dark brown trousers that are held up by his waistband- however, his waistband also holds his waraxe. Over his chest is a dark brown tunic completed with long sleeves that stop before his wrists. On his shoulders lay a pelt of an animal for additional warmth. Written Test (Min: 400 words): "Augh." Uttered the man as he awoke, his vision unclear as his eyes slowly opened. The sky was covered in dark clouds, snow fluttering down onto the earth below him. He took a few seconds to gather his will as he took his arms and used them to push himself upwards into a sitting position. He rubbed his temple with his hands as his eyes gained clarity. He looked about the landscape, and blinked. He head slowly tilted around over his shoulder as he saw the cliff loom over him. On top of the cliff stood four legged-beasts that Aleksandr could not comprehend due to the distance. However, it did not take long for him to realize the circumstances he was in. "T'hunter became t'hunted." The injured man muttered to himself before using his hands once more to bolster himself to his feet, brushing off the layer of snow that had been added to his weight due to the fall. The fall was anything but a burden, if it were anything but snow- then Aleksandr surely would have perished. He put his hands to his waist as he scanned the area, before his mind snapped on a certain article he was missing. He patted his sides in a frenzy, realizing that he was missing his weapon. Fortune favors the bold, but finding his way around without a weapon is suicide. Hurriedly, he scanned the area closer to him, looking around for the waraxe that had fallen from his grip and into the snow below. He advanced through the snow, leaving behind the imprint he had left on it, although it was quickly covered due to the snowfall. Hurriedly, the man searched around for his weapon of choice, biting his lower lip in worry as he feared it was lost in the snow. The axe felt as if it were an extension of himself. Weapons could be replaced, surely; but this was more than a weapon, it was comparable to a friend. A sigh of relief exited the man's lips as the shaft of the blade finally revealed itself. He waddled his way to the weapon before bending over and picking it up, sliding it into the sheathe on his hip. Finally, Aleksandr felt complete, and it was time for him to go. He wouldn't make it long as it stands, so he needed to find some shelter. Thinking of the shelter reminded him of how he got into this situation. Foolishly, he left meat out to cure outside of his base of operations. Attracted was a collective of bears that decided to make his home theirs. It was much to Aleksandr's surprise that when he returned back to his camp with his gatherings for the day, the bears were waiting for him. He unsheathed his axe to ready himself against the bears, however, it did not take long for them to give chase to the man. They ran him off of a cliff, where he fell, and the snow broke his fall. He winced thinking about the awkward situation he was put in- the mighty warrior reduced to nothing but the clothes on his back and the weapon on his side. After a bit of walking, a local cave that was spotted would serve as Aleksandr's new home until he could find a more... permanent solution. He exhaled sharply after sliding down the wall of the cave to a seated position. {At least there's protection from the elements.} He thought to himself, pondering what his next move was.. |
