PremiumMint
Loyal Servant of Altera
About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
PremiumMint
2. How old are you?
20
3. What country are you from?
America
4. Have you read the King's Law, Tome of Citizenship, Official Lore, and the Survival Guides yet?
Yes I have read all four.
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming would be if you had two characters and you used information character 1 had to further roleplay in character 2’s life.
Powergaming is being able to snipe an enemy player from across the battlefield and headshot him without giving him a chance to either roll to dodge or use roleplay to dodge
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Glados (Glados__, Centurion_) (I picked Glados because I liked Glados from Portal.)
8. Tell us about yourself!
I don’t really know what to say here I mean I don’t really know anyone except @RockenJess and I’m not too sure about putting up personal info.
-Edit- @RockenJess made me put something here. I work with @RockenJess and I work as a Bouncer/Security guy. I like German Shepherds, The colour red, and I like high fantasy landscape/character art.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I'm not a great builder or an artist. I'm mostly good with my hands IRL.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server? @RockenJess refered me when she found out I liked pc games and called me a nerd.
About Your Character!
Character Name: William Oarsman
Character Age: 20
Character Race: Human
Appearance:
Hair Colour: Earthy Brown
Eye Colour: Hazel
Skin Colour: Tanned White.
Clothing: (Non Armor) Leather Tunic, (Non Armor) Leather Trousers, Leather Boots.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
(This is where you tell us a story of your choosing! Be creative. It should be 400 words minimum and use the character you've created above. This is what we use to judge your ability as a roleplayer. Show us how much you've learned by reading our guides and lore. Include anything you think will impress us!)
William sipped his drink as Garfield the bartender sorrowfully reminisced the harrowing trip over the sea. The Exodus had torn families and friendships apart. When the Undead marched to the walls of his home city he lost a brother and his father. Garfield cleared his throat looking to William. “Apologies I was just thinking of times long past, but to answer your question. I managed to catch a break and I was taken on by an old captain on one condition. I rowed the oars and worked the sails and he would take me to the new world. I worked day in and day out and when I arrived here I asked the captain about my pay. He just laughed and told me he didn’t owe me a thing, `Said taking me to the new world was payment enough.”
William grunts finishes his drink with a gulp as he stands paying his tab. William yawns and walks his way up the stairs to his room and sits on the bed. Shaking his head he hesitantly brings out a old dirty journal and flips through the pages. He’s read it time and time again. It was one of the only things he brought from the old world. His father's journal was sparsely detailed but the words that were written could have broken the hardest of men’s hearts. His father had sired a bastard with a woman William never met. William laughed at the irony of it all. The one heirloom he grabbed from his burning wreck of a home was a journal of his father's infidelity. William thought back to his first day landing in the new world. He gave up his father's family name, and vowed to find his true mother.
As the days turned into months William found work unloading supplies from the ships and setting up temporary cabins for the refugees to survive the cold months ahead. Finding himself stuck in a rut he joined a small crew aboard a fishing vessel. Hauling in the nets and coiling the heavy ropes helped him grow into a man. Though no matter how many starry nights he gazed upon nor how many ales he slammed on the bar he couldn’t shake the self loathing. He would curse his father for lying to him for so many years. He would lay in bed wondering what his real mother looked like. He hoped she was safe and thriving. He prayed to whatever gods would listen that if they ever did meet that she would love him. He dreamed that they would live happily together. Though a man inside his heart he was a child lost and aching for his mother.
1. What is your Minecraft username?
PremiumMint
2. How old are you?
20
3. What country are you from?
America
4. Have you read the King's Law, Tome of Citizenship, Official Lore, and the Survival Guides yet?
Yes I have read all four.
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming would be if you had two characters and you used information character 1 had to further roleplay in character 2’s life.
Powergaming is being able to snipe an enemy player from across the battlefield and headshot him without giving him a chance to either roll to dodge or use roleplay to dodge
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Glados (Glados__, Centurion_) (I picked Glados because I liked Glados from Portal.)
8. Tell us about yourself!
I don’t really know what to say here I mean I don’t really know anyone except @RockenJess and I’m not too sure about putting up personal info.
-Edit- @RockenJess made me put something here. I work with @RockenJess and I work as a Bouncer/Security guy. I like German Shepherds, The colour red, and I like high fantasy landscape/character art.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I'm not a great builder or an artist. I'm mostly good with my hands IRL.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server? @RockenJess refered me when she found out I liked pc games and called me a nerd.
About Your Character!
Character Name: William Oarsman
Character Age: 20
Character Race: Human
Appearance:
Hair Colour: Earthy Brown
Eye Colour: Hazel
Skin Colour: Tanned White.
Clothing: (Non Armor) Leather Tunic, (Non Armor) Leather Trousers, Leather Boots.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
(This is where you tell us a story of your choosing! Be creative. It should be 400 words minimum and use the character you've created above. This is what we use to judge your ability as a roleplayer. Show us how much you've learned by reading our guides and lore. Include anything you think will impress us!)
William sipped his drink as Garfield the bartender sorrowfully reminisced the harrowing trip over the sea. The Exodus had torn families and friendships apart. When the Undead marched to the walls of his home city he lost a brother and his father. Garfield cleared his throat looking to William. “Apologies I was just thinking of times long past, but to answer your question. I managed to catch a break and I was taken on by an old captain on one condition. I rowed the oars and worked the sails and he would take me to the new world. I worked day in and day out and when I arrived here I asked the captain about my pay. He just laughed and told me he didn’t owe me a thing, `Said taking me to the new world was payment enough.”
William grunts finishes his drink with a gulp as he stands paying his tab. William yawns and walks his way up the stairs to his room and sits on the bed. Shaking his head he hesitantly brings out a old dirty journal and flips through the pages. He’s read it time and time again. It was one of the only things he brought from the old world. His father's journal was sparsely detailed but the words that were written could have broken the hardest of men’s hearts. His father had sired a bastard with a woman William never met. William laughed at the irony of it all. The one heirloom he grabbed from his burning wreck of a home was a journal of his father's infidelity. William thought back to his first day landing in the new world. He gave up his father's family name, and vowed to find his true mother.
As the days turned into months William found work unloading supplies from the ships and setting up temporary cabins for the refugees to survive the cold months ahead. Finding himself stuck in a rut he joined a small crew aboard a fishing vessel. Hauling in the nets and coiling the heavy ropes helped him grow into a man. Though no matter how many starry nights he gazed upon nor how many ales he slammed on the bar he couldn’t shake the self loathing. He would curse his father for lying to him for so many years. He would lay in bed wondering what his real mother looked like. He hoped she was safe and thriving. He prayed to whatever gods would listen that if they ever did meet that she would love him. He dreamed that they would live happily together. Though a man inside his heart he was a child lost and aching for his mother.
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