Methodomics
Loyal Servant of Altera
1. What is your Minecraft username?
BeefTestoster0ne
2. How old are you?
21
3. What country are you from?
Canada
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: An action that goes outside the games established rule set or an action that goes outside the game itself or is effected by something outside the game.
Powergaming: Playing in such a way as to be too powerful, or win in every situation that you come across. Ie: Godmodding, Autohitting etc...
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
ToastySpam
8. Tell us about yourself!
I like to read, and sometimes draw. I play plenty of other games, right now I'm pretty into Darkest Dungeon. I enjoy working, and dressing nice and I have a small passion for History. I'm generally a pretty laid back and reserved person and like to keep things mellow. I used to role play regularly when I was younger but it's been a little while so I might be a bit rusty.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
Sorry.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
flashberry
About Your Character!
An aspiring doctor and surgeon with a small time hobby in botany. hailing from off continent this young moor elf adopted a human surname without a clan so that she could live among other races and learn about medicine.
Character Name:
Liani Renfreid
Character Age:
37
Character Race:
Moor Elf
Appearance:
6'1" and lithe with a gaunt complexion and purple eyes. her skin is a light hue and her hair an ashen grey. Tattoos adorn her pallid skin; covering almost her whole body. Images of the of the bones under her flesh and various cryptic writings. images of snakes and tentacles entwine with the picture of her skeleton inked over her body. Over the face she wears inked marks around her eyes as if it were a skull.
(I still need to make some proper artwork for her but here is some stuff I drew up a few years ago it's all fairly incomplete sketches not my best work honestly.)
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
A gentle melody floated over the empty bar. A woman sat backwards on a wooden chair, leaning on the back of it as someone worked over her behind her back.
"How are your feet Liani?" the matron asked as she poked at Renfreids back with an ink tipped needle.
"They ache." replied Renfreid, hugging the back of the chair. Her voice a flat note; emotionless. She stretched her toes out, feeling the soreness and screaming body pains under the toenails.
“Have you been doing your exercises for them?” pried the matron as the went about the tattoo work.
“Yes.” replied Renfreid, shutting her eyes, putting her head down and biting the back of the seat. She clenched her teeth down hard on the padded fabric and wood of the chair. Memories of dancing came to her as she waited for the pain to be over.
“Wrong again!” Shouted the instructor. “Stand up and do it again.”
Renfreid stood, and began moving through her forms, each footstep and pirouette practiced and calculated. She shut her eyes and imagined a world of color around her, pretending she wasn’t under the scrutiny of the many eyes watching her dance. She spun and spun, she imagined she was a phoenix; repeatedly burning up and then re-combusting with every flourish and movement. She threw her arms up above her and-
“Wrong!” The instructor smacked her in the leg with his wooden stick out of frustration and she fell over, clutching her aching toes. “Your movement is tasteless! When you twirl, bring that hip and leg up! If your posture breaks, you’re doing it wrong!” He paced back and forth. “Discipline does not just come does it...” He mutters under his breath.
“All done.”
opening her eyes, Renfreid found herself back in the empty bar, the matron apparently concluding her work.
“You can get dressed and leave now.” The matron said, packing up her needles.
Renfreid wordlessly buttoned up her shirt and put her shoes back on, and turned to leave.
“Liani.”
She stopped just short of the door, turning to look back.
“I almost forgot; someone left a letter here for you yesterday” The matron gave Rinsten a stamped envelope.
“Thank you Anne-Marie”
“Good luck Liani”
Renfreid had been pursuing a career as a doctor for some time. This was her chance to finally make something of it and yet she had a horrible feeling brewing in her stomach. Without a clan she had grown up under the care of the Sable family.
My daughter Liani Renfreid.
You have come so far from when we found you. You have done well with your education and made us proud. You will continue to make us proud in another realm. But be mindful of the Mark you bear. No matter where you are, or who you become; you will always belong to the Sable family.
There is no where you can hide from it.
~Regards
BeefTestoster0ne
2. How old are you?
21
3. What country are you from?
Canada
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: An action that goes outside the games established rule set or an action that goes outside the game itself or is effected by something outside the game.
Powergaming: Playing in such a way as to be too powerful, or win in every situation that you come across. Ie: Godmodding, Autohitting etc...
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
ToastySpam
8. Tell us about yourself!
I like to read, and sometimes draw. I play plenty of other games, right now I'm pretty into Darkest Dungeon. I enjoy working, and dressing nice and I have a small passion for History. I'm generally a pretty laid back and reserved person and like to keep things mellow. I used to role play regularly when I was younger but it's been a little while so I might be a bit rusty.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
Sorry.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
flashberry
About Your Character!
An aspiring doctor and surgeon with a small time hobby in botany. hailing from off continent this young moor elf adopted a human surname without a clan so that she could live among other races and learn about medicine.
Character Name:
Liani Renfreid
Character Age:
37
Character Race:
Moor Elf
Appearance:
6'1" and lithe with a gaunt complexion and purple eyes. her skin is a light hue and her hair an ashen grey. Tattoos adorn her pallid skin; covering almost her whole body. Images of the of the bones under her flesh and various cryptic writings. images of snakes and tentacles entwine with the picture of her skeleton inked over her body. Over the face she wears inked marks around her eyes as if it were a skull.
(I still need to make some proper artwork for her but here is some stuff I drew up a few years ago it's all fairly incomplete sketches not my best work honestly.)
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
A gentle melody floated over the empty bar. A woman sat backwards on a wooden chair, leaning on the back of it as someone worked over her behind her back.
"How are your feet Liani?" the matron asked as she poked at Renfreids back with an ink tipped needle.
"They ache." replied Renfreid, hugging the back of the chair. Her voice a flat note; emotionless. She stretched her toes out, feeling the soreness and screaming body pains under the toenails.
“Have you been doing your exercises for them?” pried the matron as the went about the tattoo work.
“Yes.” replied Renfreid, shutting her eyes, putting her head down and biting the back of the seat. She clenched her teeth down hard on the padded fabric and wood of the chair. Memories of dancing came to her as she waited for the pain to be over.
“Wrong again!” Shouted the instructor. “Stand up and do it again.”
Renfreid stood, and began moving through her forms, each footstep and pirouette practiced and calculated. She shut her eyes and imagined a world of color around her, pretending she wasn’t under the scrutiny of the many eyes watching her dance. She spun and spun, she imagined she was a phoenix; repeatedly burning up and then re-combusting with every flourish and movement. She threw her arms up above her and-
“Wrong!” The instructor smacked her in the leg with his wooden stick out of frustration and she fell over, clutching her aching toes. “Your movement is tasteless! When you twirl, bring that hip and leg up! If your posture breaks, you’re doing it wrong!” He paced back and forth. “Discipline does not just come does it...” He mutters under his breath.
“All done.”
opening her eyes, Renfreid found herself back in the empty bar, the matron apparently concluding her work.
“You can get dressed and leave now.” The matron said, packing up her needles.
Renfreid wordlessly buttoned up her shirt and put her shoes back on, and turned to leave.
“Liani.”
She stopped just short of the door, turning to look back.
“I almost forgot; someone left a letter here for you yesterday” The matron gave Rinsten a stamped envelope.
“Thank you Anne-Marie”
“Good luck Liani”
Renfreid had been pursuing a career as a doctor for some time. This was her chance to finally make something of it and yet she had a horrible feeling brewing in her stomach. Without a clan she had grown up under the care of the Sable family.
My daughter Liani Renfreid.
You have come so far from when we found you. You have done well with your education and made us proud. You will continue to make us proud in another realm. But be mindful of the Mark you bear. No matter where you are, or who you become; you will always belong to the Sable family.
There is no where you can hide from it.
~Regards
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