Auralein
Legend
1. What is your Minecraft username?
MaelstromPuddle
2. How old are you?
22
3. What country are you from?
England
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?
Metagaming is using OOC knowledge to further IC exploits
Powergaming is forcing ones RP actions onto another without due cause or consent
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Cymic
8. Tell us about yourself!
My Name is Mael. This is my 3rd reapplication because I take long breaks from this Server. I am in the Navy since I last applied. I work in engineering and I enjoy long moonlit walks on the beach. I played a character on this roleplay server for many years called Fulgrim. Who is a unhinged medical doctor and he does stupid stuff. I am reapplying for HW mostly for a change of scenery. I like HW because its a close knit comminity.
About me? Well I recently purchased a Gaming PC and purchased some decent internet. A few older faces on this Server will likely remember me, Cymic will definitely remember me as our chars used to feud a lot when I was on here. Other stuff about me? I'm a qualified vacuum technician now, so if your house is fitted with a vacuum system. I'm your guy
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I don't build, unfortunately
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Can I refer myself?
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Fulgrim.
Character Age:
178
Character Race:
Dark Elf. Of course
Appearance:
Fulgrim is six foot five inches. He typically wears Noble attire consisting of a black waistcoast and white jomper trousers along with a black trench coat, Inside the cloak are various medical tools. A black satchel with various medical supplies and then some various bandages. His face is beautiful, his dark grey skin is smoth on the right side, however on his left side, his skin is scarred and disgusting
Written Test!
A death rattle erupted from the man, his skin clammy and pale as he clutched at the black robes cladding the Doctor.
“He’s dead then?” beads of salty tears dripped down a woman's face as she looked upon the dead man. He was her husband. Her lover. Her rock in times of need.
“Yes. He has unfortunately expired under the fragility of his own body” The black clothed man said, his voice clear and concise. Fulgrim’s black robes swished as he turned to the woman. He was handsome, almost artificially so; several decades of careful care had clearly gone into the face of the Dark Elf, however this was only half right… or rather half left, on the other side was a mesh of pliable scar tissue, a milk white eye was trained on the woman along with a dazzling purple one, locks of white hair got caught in the small fissures of the scars as his face twisted as he spoke.
“I never thought he would actually die on me, I thought the tuberculosis would pass with time” The woman pulled Fulgrim closer as if trying to explain why she had not seeked a magical healer some time sooner.
“Your faults are your own, your husband died because he could not survive the devastation in his lungs anymore” Fulgrims' blank, almost cruel rebuke to her words struck her like a thousand arrows.
“I suppose you want paying?” The woman limply spoke as she leaned against the dining table that had being converted into a crude surgery table in the cold Natri’Evar home where the woman dwelt
“No. I do not take payment for my work. I live to help the sick, such is my purpose in life” Fulgrim almost robotically uttered as he once again rebuked her ways.
Without a any more words, Fulgrim rose up and collected his surgeons tools as he pushed open the heavy wooden door, the woman dumbstruck by his uncaring attitude to the dead and his near emotionless way remained at her dead husband's side. Fulgrim shut the door as he wandered outside, taking a deep breath of the smoggy air, it felt like the smell he knew of his hometown, all those years ago, his eyes averted to the castle.
“Did Ashna still live there? Had she died?” He thought to himself, it was so long since he had actually came into this land rather than just passing through, but maybe it was time to settle down for real and live and die in one place. But not Natri’Evar. Too many bad spirits and bad memories here
MaelstromPuddle
2. How old are you?
22
3. What country are you from?
England
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?
Metagaming is using OOC knowledge to further IC exploits
Powergaming is forcing ones RP actions onto another without due cause or consent
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Cymic
8. Tell us about yourself!
My Name is Mael. This is my 3rd reapplication because I take long breaks from this Server. I am in the Navy since I last applied. I work in engineering and I enjoy long moonlit walks on the beach. I played a character on this roleplay server for many years called Fulgrim. Who is a unhinged medical doctor and he does stupid stuff. I am reapplying for HW mostly for a change of scenery. I like HW because its a close knit comminity.
About me? Well I recently purchased a Gaming PC and purchased some decent internet. A few older faces on this Server will likely remember me, Cymic will definitely remember me as our chars used to feud a lot when I was on here. Other stuff about me? I'm a qualified vacuum technician now, so if your house is fitted with a vacuum system. I'm your guy
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I don't build, unfortunately
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Can I refer myself?
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Fulgrim.
Character Age:
178
Character Race:
Dark Elf. Of course
Appearance:
Fulgrim is six foot five inches. He typically wears Noble attire consisting of a black waistcoast and white jomper trousers along with a black trench coat, Inside the cloak are various medical tools. A black satchel with various medical supplies and then some various bandages. His face is beautiful, his dark grey skin is smoth on the right side, however on his left side, his skin is scarred and disgusting
Written Test!
A death rattle erupted from the man, his skin clammy and pale as he clutched at the black robes cladding the Doctor.
“He’s dead then?” beads of salty tears dripped down a woman's face as she looked upon the dead man. He was her husband. Her lover. Her rock in times of need.
“Yes. He has unfortunately expired under the fragility of his own body” The black clothed man said, his voice clear and concise. Fulgrim’s black robes swished as he turned to the woman. He was handsome, almost artificially so; several decades of careful care had clearly gone into the face of the Dark Elf, however this was only half right… or rather half left, on the other side was a mesh of pliable scar tissue, a milk white eye was trained on the woman along with a dazzling purple one, locks of white hair got caught in the small fissures of the scars as his face twisted as he spoke.
“I never thought he would actually die on me, I thought the tuberculosis would pass with time” The woman pulled Fulgrim closer as if trying to explain why she had not seeked a magical healer some time sooner.
“Your faults are your own, your husband died because he could not survive the devastation in his lungs anymore” Fulgrims' blank, almost cruel rebuke to her words struck her like a thousand arrows.
“I suppose you want paying?” The woman limply spoke as she leaned against the dining table that had being converted into a crude surgery table in the cold Natri’Evar home where the woman dwelt
“No. I do not take payment for my work. I live to help the sick, such is my purpose in life” Fulgrim almost robotically uttered as he once again rebuked her ways.
Without a any more words, Fulgrim rose up and collected his surgeons tools as he pushed open the heavy wooden door, the woman dumbstruck by his uncaring attitude to the dead and his near emotionless way remained at her dead husband's side. Fulgrim shut the door as he wandered outside, taking a deep breath of the smoggy air, it felt like the smell he knew of his hometown, all those years ago, his eyes averted to the castle.
“Did Ashna still live there? Had she died?” He thought to himself, it was so long since he had actually came into this land rather than just passing through, but maybe it was time to settle down for real and live and die in one place. But not Natri’Evar. Too many bad spirits and bad memories here
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