nolandbeyond_
Villager
Uneducated_'s Whitelist App:
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{Introduction Section}
Minecraft Username: Uneducated_
Age: 18
Country & Timezone: U.S. (EST)
Read the Kings Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides?: Yes
Define Metagaming & Powergaming?: Metagaming is when you, as a player, can deduce information using out-of-game knowledge to unreasonably benefit your character, such as knowing the stat block of a monster your character's never met, concluding outcomes based on your DM's out-of-character reactions, etc. Powergaming is when a player determines an outcome on their own when otherwise certain mechanics or other individuals would have a say in the matter first.
Do we allow Xray mods or X-Ray texture packs?: No
Tell us about yourself!: Hello! I am a guy who was first introduced to D&D in late October of last year. Since then, I bought the three primary books of 5e and started my own homebrew campaign. I wouldn't consider myself a roleplayer that only searches for more ways to obtain power, but instead finds ways to change the world around me. This is a reiteration of the first D&D character I created but never got a chance to truly explore. I hope I can find my place in Hollow World and enjoy the content it provides.
Referral: Crusader_Of_Man
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{Character Section}
Character Name: Tiyrhdtku
Age: 18
Race: Forest Elf
Appearance: Tiyrhdtku is a young forest elf boy, standing at a humbling 5'2" tall. His childish, shaggy brunette hair rests over his forehead and around his ears. When he left his home, he took with him a small backpack worth of gear and simple leather apparel, which he hasn't gotten an opportunity to change out of over the past few weeks: vest, boots, and flexible breaches. Lightly tanned with emerald eyes, he wanders out of the wilderness into a brave new world.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin: Attach on the thread
Written Test (Min: 400 words): "They said I play too rough, but I never really knew what they meant until it went too far. We were playing around. It was a game. I never meant to hurt him. But with a single jab with a sharp stick laying on the ground, it sunk through his throat. This wasn't like the books. This wasn't roleplaying anymore. He fell backward, slumped on a tree trunk. He reached out to me, water filling his eyes and blood leaking out of his jugular. I abandoned him, too scared and too dangerous. I 'borrowed' some gear from the village blacksmith, packed my belongings and skipped town before anyone could realize what happened. But once the adrenaline faded and my stamina depleted, the guilt settled in. For a few weeks, I was on my own in the wilderness, making what I could of my surroundings. It didn't last for long as my will to live faded. It wasn't only the murder itself that plagued my conscience, but the fear that I may have enjoyed it. Laying against a similar tree trunk, waiting to be consumed by the elements as starvation overcame me, I noticed a branch of the tree stretched in my peripherals down towards the ground, miraculously growing an apple right in front of my face. A feminine voice whispered in my head, 'you wish to live.' The hunger was agonizing. The self-punishment was impossible to maintain, and at this point, relatively pointless. I realized that dying here would be a waste, and this miracle was an acknowledgment of it. With the last of my strength in me, I stretched out my neck to take a bite out of the apple that bit through the core, seeds and all. 'Shalherana,' I said to myself. She was my savior." Through effort, I worked my way back on my feet and carried on down the path with the weight laid across my shoulders. Then I came across the dotted trail of blood. Only a glance away, a doe was stumbling its way around the brush. I understood its miserable existence; an event changed you beyond repair. Quietly, I approached the helpless creature, and instead of making a break for it, it waited for me. Its mangled leg couldn't hold its weight. I put a gentle hand to its injury for consolation and unexpectedly, a light shone from my palm onto the hind leg, and just a minute later the animal stood proper. It looked at me with its beady black eyes directly, and a moment later, trotted vigorously out of sight into the forest. I didn't understand what I had done for the beast as I looked down at the hand. "Maybe," I clenched it into a fist. "I can restore myself as well... someday."
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{Introduction Section}
Minecraft Username: Uneducated_
Age: 18
Country & Timezone: U.S. (EST)
Read the Kings Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides?: Yes
Define Metagaming & Powergaming?: Metagaming is when you, as a player, can deduce information using out-of-game knowledge to unreasonably benefit your character, such as knowing the stat block of a monster your character's never met, concluding outcomes based on your DM's out-of-character reactions, etc. Powergaming is when a player determines an outcome on their own when otherwise certain mechanics or other individuals would have a say in the matter first.
Do we allow Xray mods or X-Ray texture packs?: No
Tell us about yourself!: Hello! I am a guy who was first introduced to D&D in late October of last year. Since then, I bought the three primary books of 5e and started my own homebrew campaign. I wouldn't consider myself a roleplayer that only searches for more ways to obtain power, but instead finds ways to change the world around me. This is a reiteration of the first D&D character I created but never got a chance to truly explore. I hope I can find my place in Hollow World and enjoy the content it provides.
Referral: Crusader_Of_Man
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{Character Section}
Character Name: Tiyrhdtku
Age: 18
Race: Forest Elf
Appearance: Tiyrhdtku is a young forest elf boy, standing at a humbling 5'2" tall. His childish, shaggy brunette hair rests over his forehead and around his ears. When he left his home, he took with him a small backpack worth of gear and simple leather apparel, which he hasn't gotten an opportunity to change out of over the past few weeks: vest, boots, and flexible breaches. Lightly tanned with emerald eyes, he wanders out of the wilderness into a brave new world.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin: Attach on the thread
Written Test (Min: 400 words): "They said I play too rough, but I never really knew what they meant until it went too far. We were playing around. It was a game. I never meant to hurt him. But with a single jab with a sharp stick laying on the ground, it sunk through his throat. This wasn't like the books. This wasn't roleplaying anymore. He fell backward, slumped on a tree trunk. He reached out to me, water filling his eyes and blood leaking out of his jugular. I abandoned him, too scared and too dangerous. I 'borrowed' some gear from the village blacksmith, packed my belongings and skipped town before anyone could realize what happened. But once the adrenaline faded and my stamina depleted, the guilt settled in. For a few weeks, I was on my own in the wilderness, making what I could of my surroundings. It didn't last for long as my will to live faded. It wasn't only the murder itself that plagued my conscience, but the fear that I may have enjoyed it. Laying against a similar tree trunk, waiting to be consumed by the elements as starvation overcame me, I noticed a branch of the tree stretched in my peripherals down towards the ground, miraculously growing an apple right in front of my face. A feminine voice whispered in my head, 'you wish to live.' The hunger was agonizing. The self-punishment was impossible to maintain, and at this point, relatively pointless. I realized that dying here would be a waste, and this miracle was an acknowledgment of it. With the last of my strength in me, I stretched out my neck to take a bite out of the apple that bit through the core, seeds and all. 'Shalherana,' I said to myself. She was my savior." Through effort, I worked my way back on my feet and carried on down the path with the weight laid across my shoulders. Then I came across the dotted trail of blood. Only a glance away, a doe was stumbling its way around the brush. I understood its miserable existence; an event changed you beyond repair. Quietly, I approached the helpless creature, and instead of making a break for it, it waited for me. Its mangled leg couldn't hold its weight. I put a gentle hand to its injury for consolation and unexpectedly, a light shone from my palm onto the hind leg, and just a minute later the animal stood proper. It looked at me with its beady black eyes directly, and a moment later, trotted vigorously out of sight into the forest. I didn't understand what I had done for the beast as I looked down at the hand. "Maybe," I clenched it into a fist. "I can restore myself as well... someday."
