Pimpul MacGoblin
Villager
The Whitelist Application Form
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Towncrier
2. How old are you?
23
3. What country are you from? What is your timezone?
England. GMT.
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yes, I have read all the player guides, lore and rules.
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is using out of character information during role-play and can ruin roleplaying games. Whether a player is accidentally or purposely metagaming is irrelevant because either way it’s bad roleplay. Some metagamers use OOC knowledge to their advantage IC which is the reason why it’s wrong.
Powergaming is when a player intends to give themself an unrealistic advantage in which their roleplaying character doesn’t possess. Powergaming will purposely ensure the player has more power over others when their RP character doesn’t.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No.
7. Tell us about yourself! Do you have any examples of your work?
I’m really interested in films and games! I just finished a 3 year film course and use my spare time playing mostly xbox but since this year got really into minecraft with a few friends. I love making short films from writing to editing but with everything going on this year only managed to create one.
8. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
A friend.
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WRITTEN TASK
Pimpul MacGoblin is a 26-year-old Kaltic Human who spent his formative years stealing from privileged villages giving him a notoriously bad reputation as a petty criminal. He’s since grown to regret his past transgressions but still believes that the ends did justify the means at the time. The items he used to steal were to ensure his family were clothed and fed as they all live an extremely secluded life in the north within caves and sometimes venturing out to beaches. The MacGoblin family all communicate using a simple, broken down language that vaguely resembles English. He has vowed to himself to never to steal again in hopes that this will better his future reputation with outsiders, he learned how to hunt and craft at a basic level which is an achievement for a cave-dweller like him.
Other than his natural hereditary grotesque appearance passed down 3 generations, he has a large scar on the left side of his face caused by a wolf he unsuccessfully tried to befriend 6 years previously in the grove of trees northeast of Queensport. Pimpul was inexperienced and scared, his mother requested he finds the family a wolf to help lure away any pesky spiders within the caves and to aide the family’s hunting ventures. Initially, Pimpul was excited to receive the bones that accompanied the challenge his mother gave him. However, after the hours of travelling up the gruelling mountain, Pimpul’s excitement turned to fear. What if the wolf ignored the dry thin bone offered upon it and decided the fleshy meat that wraps Pimpul’s bones were much more appealing? What if the wolf wasn’t just singular but a plural… Wolves? A pack living atop this great mountain would surely not be content with a half stack of measly bones! Worse yet, NO wolf and NO wolves… nothing.
All this tortured travel to come back with nothing? No, mother would not be happy. Pimpul’s pondering was cut short and his questions were quickly answered when from afar he saw a yellow-eyed and grey-haired beast. A large wolf scavenged its way along the mountain terrain as Pimpul scurries behind a thick bushy snow tree. He rustles through his bone bag as his hands start shaking. He’d never gone out this far before. He takes a small bone and throws it in the distance aiming towards the wolf but it lands quite a distance from the wolf. The wolf pays no attention and continues sniffing through the thick snow for something to feast on. Pimpul swiftly switches trees, this new tree has barely any cover but it is the closest one to the wolf that his confidence will let him approach. He reaches in for another bone, a larger one, and throws it. The bone lands near the wolf, but the snow muffles the sound of impact and the wolf is oblivious of Pimpul once again.
Pimpul’s heart races faster as he realises the only way to entice the wolf is to approach it within arm’s range. The wolf begins to walk upwards along the mountain, it’s now or never, who knows how long it’ll be before he comes across another wolf, especially one split from its pack. Pimpul takes one deep breath and grabs a handful of bones and runs towards the wolf throwing all the bones in his hand which land behind the wolf. The wolf turns and Pimpul pauses. The wolf begins to sniff around the bones, but this interest begins to dissipate and it walks towards Pimpul who backs off in fear. The wolf can smell the vast amount of bones inside Pimpul’s bag and decides it wants the majority over the handful dismissively thrown at him. The walking from the both of them turns to running and running into chasing as Pimpul turns and runs through the snowy trees he attempts to take off the bone bag but trips on a stone hidden under the snow and the wolf mercilessly jumps on him and uses his sharp teeth to rip into his bag of bones. Pimpul tries to pull it off the wolf resulting in the wolf scratching his face and scurrying off with the bag. Pimpul lays there in dismay while the blood trickles down the left side of his face. As he makes the long way down the mountain he thinks how disappointed his mother will be in him, however, at least he doesn’t return empty-handed… as the scar he carries home will follow him for the rest of his life.
Pimpul loves his family and naturally gets scared to explore any further from their caves, however, the further he explores outside his usual comfort zone, the more he enjoys it each time. He keeps this to himself though as he feels telling his mother and siblings would cause great turmoil due to the family not exploring outwards ever before. He has ambitions to one day own a blue tunic (rightly or wrongly) believing it reflects being wealthy and immeasurable reputation, though this is just the way he thinks in his simple mind.
Being 5ft10 may seem normal to many across Altera, but Pimpul MacGoblin doesn’t know this because his youngest brother is 6ft5 and oldest is below 4ft0. On the rare occasion that an outsider passes by, Pimpul will be the one to introduce himself first and take them to his mother where they will discuss any possible trades, though what is discussed is kept between the mother Wemlis-Bemlis MacGoblin and the outsider of course.
An average day for Pimpul would consist of gathering as many materials as he possibly can for his family to build and expand their caves. Albeit his knowledge of the Kaltstaat & Anhald calendar does not exist, he still has a favourite month which is Sunbright due to the harsh cold calming more than other months making mining work a slight bit easier on his muscles. Although, as he has lived his whole life in the north he doesn’t mind the cold, it’s just when he works it can frustrate him. He will most likely be mining for anything that looks precious in hopes his mother will gift a reward for his tireless work. That day is yet to come.
Pimpul MacGoblin is yet to meet other races like the Makani, Halflings, Caparii or even Half-Spawns… but he has met one Elf who is suspiciously persistent in his efforts to acquaint himself with the family. He has promised the MacGoblins to let outsiders know of them and with Pimpul’s newfound feelings of wanting to travel, he will gladly listen so he can see the south one day.
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, have they settled the ire of Titans and Gods. Though the days were dark and long, the realm did survive, through tenacity and reverence. The memories of their 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 stars flicker and burn across the auburn colors of the setting sun, streaks of color in the gathering dark. The Realm of Altera awaits . . .
Character Name:
Pimpul MacGoblin
Character Age:
26
Character Race:
Kaltic Human
Appearance Attached:
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Towncrier
2. How old are you?
23
3. What country are you from? What is your timezone?
England. GMT.
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yes, I have read all the player guides, lore and rules.
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is using out of character information during role-play and can ruin roleplaying games. Whether a player is accidentally or purposely metagaming is irrelevant because either way it’s bad roleplay. Some metagamers use OOC knowledge to their advantage IC which is the reason why it’s wrong.
Powergaming is when a player intends to give themself an unrealistic advantage in which their roleplaying character doesn’t possess. Powergaming will purposely ensure the player has more power over others when their RP character doesn’t.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No.
7. Tell us about yourself! Do you have any examples of your work?
I’m really interested in films and games! I just finished a 3 year film course and use my spare time playing mostly xbox but since this year got really into minecraft with a few friends. I love making short films from writing to editing but with everything going on this year only managed to create one.
8. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
A friend.
________________
WRITTEN TASK
Pimpul MacGoblin is a 26-year-old Kaltic Human who spent his formative years stealing from privileged villages giving him a notoriously bad reputation as a petty criminal. He’s since grown to regret his past transgressions but still believes that the ends did justify the means at the time. The items he used to steal were to ensure his family were clothed and fed as they all live an extremely secluded life in the north within caves and sometimes venturing out to beaches. The MacGoblin family all communicate using a simple, broken down language that vaguely resembles English. He has vowed to himself to never to steal again in hopes that this will better his future reputation with outsiders, he learned how to hunt and craft at a basic level which is an achievement for a cave-dweller like him.
Other than his natural hereditary grotesque appearance passed down 3 generations, he has a large scar on the left side of his face caused by a wolf he unsuccessfully tried to befriend 6 years previously in the grove of trees northeast of Queensport. Pimpul was inexperienced and scared, his mother requested he finds the family a wolf to help lure away any pesky spiders within the caves and to aide the family’s hunting ventures. Initially, Pimpul was excited to receive the bones that accompanied the challenge his mother gave him. However, after the hours of travelling up the gruelling mountain, Pimpul’s excitement turned to fear. What if the wolf ignored the dry thin bone offered upon it and decided the fleshy meat that wraps Pimpul’s bones were much more appealing? What if the wolf wasn’t just singular but a plural… Wolves? A pack living atop this great mountain would surely not be content with a half stack of measly bones! Worse yet, NO wolf and NO wolves… nothing.
All this tortured travel to come back with nothing? No, mother would not be happy. Pimpul’s pondering was cut short and his questions were quickly answered when from afar he saw a yellow-eyed and grey-haired beast. A large wolf scavenged its way along the mountain terrain as Pimpul scurries behind a thick bushy snow tree. He rustles through his bone bag as his hands start shaking. He’d never gone out this far before. He takes a small bone and throws it in the distance aiming towards the wolf but it lands quite a distance from the wolf. The wolf pays no attention and continues sniffing through the thick snow for something to feast on. Pimpul swiftly switches trees, this new tree has barely any cover but it is the closest one to the wolf that his confidence will let him approach. He reaches in for another bone, a larger one, and throws it. The bone lands near the wolf, but the snow muffles the sound of impact and the wolf is oblivious of Pimpul once again.
Pimpul’s heart races faster as he realises the only way to entice the wolf is to approach it within arm’s range. The wolf begins to walk upwards along the mountain, it’s now or never, who knows how long it’ll be before he comes across another wolf, especially one split from its pack. Pimpul takes one deep breath and grabs a handful of bones and runs towards the wolf throwing all the bones in his hand which land behind the wolf. The wolf turns and Pimpul pauses. The wolf begins to sniff around the bones, but this interest begins to dissipate and it walks towards Pimpul who backs off in fear. The wolf can smell the vast amount of bones inside Pimpul’s bag and decides it wants the majority over the handful dismissively thrown at him. The walking from the both of them turns to running and running into chasing as Pimpul turns and runs through the snowy trees he attempts to take off the bone bag but trips on a stone hidden under the snow and the wolf mercilessly jumps on him and uses his sharp teeth to rip into his bag of bones. Pimpul tries to pull it off the wolf resulting in the wolf scratching his face and scurrying off with the bag. Pimpul lays there in dismay while the blood trickles down the left side of his face. As he makes the long way down the mountain he thinks how disappointed his mother will be in him, however, at least he doesn’t return empty-handed… as the scar he carries home will follow him for the rest of his life.
Pimpul loves his family and naturally gets scared to explore any further from their caves, however, the further he explores outside his usual comfort zone, the more he enjoys it each time. He keeps this to himself though as he feels telling his mother and siblings would cause great turmoil due to the family not exploring outwards ever before. He has ambitions to one day own a blue tunic (rightly or wrongly) believing it reflects being wealthy and immeasurable reputation, though this is just the way he thinks in his simple mind.
Being 5ft10 may seem normal to many across Altera, but Pimpul MacGoblin doesn’t know this because his youngest brother is 6ft5 and oldest is below 4ft0. On the rare occasion that an outsider passes by, Pimpul will be the one to introduce himself first and take them to his mother where they will discuss any possible trades, though what is discussed is kept between the mother Wemlis-Bemlis MacGoblin and the outsider of course.
An average day for Pimpul would consist of gathering as many materials as he possibly can for his family to build and expand their caves. Albeit his knowledge of the Kaltstaat & Anhald calendar does not exist, he still has a favourite month which is Sunbright due to the harsh cold calming more than other months making mining work a slight bit easier on his muscles. Although, as he has lived his whole life in the north he doesn’t mind the cold, it’s just when he works it can frustrate him. He will most likely be mining for anything that looks precious in hopes his mother will gift a reward for his tireless work. That day is yet to come.
Pimpul MacGoblin is yet to meet other races like the Makani, Halflings, Caparii or even Half-Spawns… but he has met one Elf who is suspiciously persistent in his efforts to acquaint himself with the family. He has promised the MacGoblins to let outsiders know of them and with Pimpul’s newfound feelings of wanting to travel, he will gladly listen so he can see the south one day.
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, have they settled the ire of Titans and Gods. Though the days were dark and long, the realm did survive, through tenacity and reverence. The memories of their 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 stars flicker and burn across the auburn colors of the setting sun, streaks of color in the gathering dark. The Realm of Altera awaits . . .
Character Name:
Pimpul MacGoblin
Character Age:
26
Character Race:
Kaltic Human
Appearance Attached:
