Lokvank
Villager
The Whitelist Application Form:
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?Lokvank
2. How old are you?
15
3. What country are you from?
Spain
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Of course
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming: When you use OOC (out of character) information for IC (in character). Powergaming: When you do something that your character can´t do, normally to feel superior or powerful.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
I guess it´s not allowed.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Jase
8. Tell us about yourself!
I do not live in spain. I like to play the bass and the violin. I know my english is not the best. I like languages. I have two youtube channels.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
You don´t ask for musicians but I made some kind of rock on GarageBand that I could send you through Discord (Lokvank#0066).
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
I was looking for some cool roleplay servers and I´m going to share this one to get the reward =)
About Your Character!
This section is about the character you intend to use once you join the server.We ask that new players follow these guidelines during this portion of the application:
Character Name:Vulmon Heidan
Character Age:
137
Character Race:
forest elf
Appearance:
height: 1,80m weight: 70Kg eyes color: brown hair color: dark Brown attire: typical elf dress body-built: quite attractive and a little muscular.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
I can do that.
Written Test!
He was born in in a forest. Not a normal forest, one forgotten years ago. At some point forest elves lived there in what could be peace, although some more veterans could already perceive a certain tension in the environment. A tension that indicated war. And indeed, the war came. At the worst time, like every war.
If the war had caught the family in a well-defended siege, with guards and stuff, maybe all would have been all right. But it was not the case. The misfortune in which they lived wanted luck to be exchanged with death.
This was how, hours later, a group of humans, guided by the shrieks, found Vulmon, who was a baby at that time, miraculously alive, as left in any way next to the burned bodies of what, they supposed, would be his parents. They decided to welcome it, at least for the moment.
The years passed and the baby became a being somewhat different from the others. He was taller and a bit more muscular by nature and the physical sharpness of his ears soon showed. Worker, he helped in what he could. At first everything was normal, without too many setbacks. The group was made up of merchants, so it was not difficult at all to learn the work. What he did not imagine is the importance it would have in the future.
At first he suspect nothing. It was a regular day until the oldest one, a man of quite advanced age, pounced, tearing at his chest. It was not a very surprising act, everyone in the group knew that this particular man was half insane. What was surprising was when someone sane shouted that he wanted it too, which turned the few square meters into a pool of blood. Vulmon, surprised, learned, thanks to one of the last dying, that what they had wanted was their immortality, despite not knowing how to take it off. Desolate, he went to live with the dwarves.
There, bine received, learned about the values of mountain minerals. Given his ability to trade, he worked with the dwarves for a while, until some of the dwarves with more stamp decided not to have him among them.
Finally, he went to a trading city, where he adopted the merchant nomadic lifestyle and used it to live.
Current Setting of the Server:
The lands of Altera have long been laced with upheaval, supernatural turmoil that would threaten to shatter the realm or tear it asunder. Long, have the peoples of Altera withstood these tribulations, overcoming and persevering through the generations. Only too recently, the realm tangled with the Behemoth Qlippoth, awakened by monsoon rains and with which came the Ashen Blight plague and eldritch abominations. Though the days were dark and long, the realm did survive, through its tenacity and reverence. The memories of the trials behind them still fresh, the realm sits in a state of unease and angst . . . with eyes on the horizon.
In the skies above, the heavens fall and burn across the auburn colors of the setting sun, streaks of color in the gathering dark. The Realm of Altera awaits . . .
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?Lokvank
2. How old are you?
15
3. What country are you from?
Spain
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Of course
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming: When you use OOC (out of character) information for IC (in character). Powergaming: When you do something that your character can´t do, normally to feel superior or powerful.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
I guess it´s not allowed.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Jase
8. Tell us about yourself!
I do not live in spain. I like to play the bass and the violin. I know my english is not the best. I like languages. I have two youtube channels.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
You don´t ask for musicians but I made some kind of rock on GarageBand that I could send you through Discord (Lokvank#0066).
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
I was looking for some cool roleplay servers and I´m going to share this one to get the reward =)
About Your Character!
This section is about the character you intend to use once you join the server.We ask that new players follow these guidelines during this portion of the application:
- Characters begin with basic skills and gear. No advanced armor or weaponry. Skills and abilities are appropriate to a novice level. Skills should be learned through roleplay, not through backstory.
- Characters fit the lore. If you choose to play as a Moor Elf, for example, we expect appearance and details to be fitting with base lore.
- Characters cannot use magic in any way. The test itself should not mention magic either. HollowWorld uses a restricted magic system and it is only accessible to those who find and learn from a teacher in-game.
- Tests should not be violent. No murder, killing, death, torture. In the past, 8 out of 10 applications featured characters fighting off bandits or slaying passersby. We don't want to see how well you can script a fight scene. We want to see how well you can tell a story, how well you can roleplay.
- Be creative and be original. Do not use tests/characters whose home villages were burned, parents murdered, and then set off to be an orphan assassin. It has been done before. Please don't do it again.
- Written portion of the test is required to be a 400 word minimum. If the test doesn't meet the minimum, Staff may ask you to extend the test before the application is considered.
Character Name:Vulmon Heidan
Character Age:
137
Character Race:
forest elf
Appearance:
height: 1,80m weight: 70Kg eyes color: brown hair color: dark Brown attire: typical elf dress body-built: quite attractive and a little muscular.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
I can do that.
Written Test!
He was born in in a forest. Not a normal forest, one forgotten years ago. At some point forest elves lived there in what could be peace, although some more veterans could already perceive a certain tension in the environment. A tension that indicated war. And indeed, the war came. At the worst time, like every war.
If the war had caught the family in a well-defended siege, with guards and stuff, maybe all would have been all right. But it was not the case. The misfortune in which they lived wanted luck to be exchanged with death.
This was how, hours later, a group of humans, guided by the shrieks, found Vulmon, who was a baby at that time, miraculously alive, as left in any way next to the burned bodies of what, they supposed, would be his parents. They decided to welcome it, at least for the moment.
The years passed and the baby became a being somewhat different from the others. He was taller and a bit more muscular by nature and the physical sharpness of his ears soon showed. Worker, he helped in what he could. At first everything was normal, without too many setbacks. The group was made up of merchants, so it was not difficult at all to learn the work. What he did not imagine is the importance it would have in the future.
At first he suspect nothing. It was a regular day until the oldest one, a man of quite advanced age, pounced, tearing at his chest. It was not a very surprising act, everyone in the group knew that this particular man was half insane. What was surprising was when someone sane shouted that he wanted it too, which turned the few square meters into a pool of blood. Vulmon, surprised, learned, thanks to one of the last dying, that what they had wanted was their immortality, despite not knowing how to take it off. Desolate, he went to live with the dwarves.
There, bine received, learned about the values of mountain minerals. Given his ability to trade, he worked with the dwarves for a while, until some of the dwarves with more stamp decided not to have him among them.
Finally, he went to a trading city, where he adopted the merchant nomadic lifestyle and used it to live.
Current Setting of the Server:
The lands of Altera have long been laced with upheaval, supernatural turmoil that would threaten to shatter the realm or tear it asunder. Long, have the peoples of Altera withstood these tribulations, overcoming and persevering through the generations. Only too recently, the realm tangled with the Behemoth Qlippoth, awakened by monsoon rains and with which came the Ashen Blight plague and eldritch abominations. Though the days were dark and long, the realm did survive, through its tenacity and reverence. The memories of the trials behind them still fresh, the realm sits in a state of unease and angst . . . with eyes on the horizon.
In the skies above, the heavens fall and burn across the auburn colors of the setting sun, streaks of color in the gathering dark. The Realm of Altera awaits . . .
