Paracosmictelly
Villager
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{Introduction Section}
Minecraft Username: Paracosmictelly
Age: 21
Country & Timezone: est
Read the Kings Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides?: Yes
Define Metagaming & Powergaming?:
Metagaming: having your character know something they wouldn't realistically know, especially when used to their benefit (eg. knowing when/where an attack will take place because someone said it in OOC chat).
Powergaming: making your character OP. Characters need flaws, and need to be on equal footing with other player's characters. A character is not a master at everything, nor even anything starting off. Skill is built through in-game rp, not backstory.
Do we allow Xray mods or X-Ray texture packs?: No
Tell us about yourself!: Hi! You can call me Telly. I'm a college-age fantasy writer. I grew up on Harry Potter and Lotr, but nowadays my heart's firmly attached to milder fantasy like Good Omens, What we do in the shadows, and House on the Cerulean sea. I play d&d pretty regularly, and am a huge fan of tieflings, hence the choice of a Caparii. I really like the celtic vibe they've got going on, too.
Referral: Planetminecraft
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{Character Section}
Character Name: Sallhain (Sal) Teambulet
Age: 30 (not that Sal knows that)
Race: Caparii
Appearance: Brown eyes, thick reddish hair braided back over bone-colored horns. heavily freckled. Dark red tunic and teal pants. Rusted metal horseshoes. Horns are adorned with thin pewter rings following the curves.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin: Attach on the thread
Written Test (Min: 400 words): I was raised in a monastery. At least I think I was -- everything is still a little fuzzy. I couldn't tell you where this monastery was, nor what it was called; only the way the lanterns flickered and the air always smelled of rain. The figures there seem ghostly to me, now. Maybe they weren't there at all. I wouldn't know. It's like a dream -- the harder I try to think about it, to remember, the more it slips away. It's only when I'm doing something else -- carving or finding mint or wandering -- that flashes of it come back. I remember my daily routine: up at dawn, feed, water, clean, pray -- to Shalherana, or the woods or the earth. Are they different? -- and copy. I was always copying things, taking words from one thing and tracing them on to another. But one day that wasn't what I did. Not at all. I rose, gathered, then walked. I haven't stopped since. I think I used to be quite smart. Perhaps I knew things. I certainly don't now. Letters jumble, tumbling from my ears and skittering away in all the wrong ways. Faces -- I don't think I was ever great with them, but now? I can only picture eyes. That's it. There are things, though, that I do know. Names. my own would be the last thing to abandon me, I think, and I have a handful of others, though nothing to give them to. I know to trust my hands. They don't need me to tell them what to do, to carve, mix, powder, pick. I know to trust my feet. They've carried me thus far, in the time I've been away from my monastery, and will carry me further, I think. I do not think my memory being what it is is unusual -- certainly not anything supernatural. It's only a slight blur over everything, enough to make it just unintelligible. Simply a decay. Quite possibly I've fulfilled my use, and Shalherana has let me go. Still, I need something to fill my head before it all falls out, or there'll be nothing left. So I walk, and I meet the world as it reveals itself to me. Some days I wonder about the smell of rain and flickering of lanterns and ghostly faces, others I simply count my footsteps and listen to the world as I wander by. (OOC: yes, I know memory loss is a little cliche, but I think it's a good base for getting started in terms of rp, because it lets me do things with a blank slate, and lets me explore the world.)
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{Introduction Section}
Minecraft Username: Paracosmictelly
Age: 21
Country & Timezone: est
Read the Kings Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides?: Yes
Define Metagaming & Powergaming?:
Metagaming: having your character know something they wouldn't realistically know, especially when used to their benefit (eg. knowing when/where an attack will take place because someone said it in OOC chat).
Powergaming: making your character OP. Characters need flaws, and need to be on equal footing with other player's characters. A character is not a master at everything, nor even anything starting off. Skill is built through in-game rp, not backstory.
Do we allow Xray mods or X-Ray texture packs?: No
Tell us about yourself!: Hi! You can call me Telly. I'm a college-age fantasy writer. I grew up on Harry Potter and Lotr, but nowadays my heart's firmly attached to milder fantasy like Good Omens, What we do in the shadows, and House on the Cerulean sea. I play d&d pretty regularly, and am a huge fan of tieflings, hence the choice of a Caparii. I really like the celtic vibe they've got going on, too.
Referral: Planetminecraft
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{Character Section}
Character Name: Sallhain (Sal) Teambulet
Age: 30 (not that Sal knows that)
Race: Caparii
Appearance: Brown eyes, thick reddish hair braided back over bone-colored horns. heavily freckled. Dark red tunic and teal pants. Rusted metal horseshoes. Horns are adorned with thin pewter rings following the curves.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin: Attach on the thread
Written Test (Min: 400 words): I was raised in a monastery. At least I think I was -- everything is still a little fuzzy. I couldn't tell you where this monastery was, nor what it was called; only the way the lanterns flickered and the air always smelled of rain. The figures there seem ghostly to me, now. Maybe they weren't there at all. I wouldn't know. It's like a dream -- the harder I try to think about it, to remember, the more it slips away. It's only when I'm doing something else -- carving or finding mint or wandering -- that flashes of it come back. I remember my daily routine: up at dawn, feed, water, clean, pray -- to Shalherana, or the woods or the earth. Are they different? -- and copy. I was always copying things, taking words from one thing and tracing them on to another. But one day that wasn't what I did. Not at all. I rose, gathered, then walked. I haven't stopped since. I think I used to be quite smart. Perhaps I knew things. I certainly don't now. Letters jumble, tumbling from my ears and skittering away in all the wrong ways. Faces -- I don't think I was ever great with them, but now? I can only picture eyes. That's it. There are things, though, that I do know. Names. my own would be the last thing to abandon me, I think, and I have a handful of others, though nothing to give them to. I know to trust my hands. They don't need me to tell them what to do, to carve, mix, powder, pick. I know to trust my feet. They've carried me thus far, in the time I've been away from my monastery, and will carry me further, I think. I do not think my memory being what it is is unusual -- certainly not anything supernatural. It's only a slight blur over everything, enough to make it just unintelligible. Simply a decay. Quite possibly I've fulfilled my use, and Shalherana has let me go. Still, I need something to fill my head before it all falls out, or there'll be nothing left. So I walk, and I meet the world as it reveals itself to me. Some days I wonder about the smell of rain and flickering of lanterns and ghostly faces, others I simply count my footsteps and listen to the world as I wander by. (OOC: yes, I know memory loss is a little cliche, but I think it's a good base for getting started in terms of rp, because it lets me do things with a blank slate, and lets me explore the world.)
