Rhazort
Villager
Rhazort
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Rhazort
2. How old are you?
21 years old
3. What country are you from?
Chile
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 is using Information that you have as the player, as if it was something your Character knows, despite not having learned that information. Powergaming is ignoring mechanics and skiping Roleplaying, so that your character has an advantage for example.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Cymic_
8. Tell us about yourself!
Well, I'm from Chile, a 21 year's old Student going for my title of Obstetrician. I have roleplayed on Minecraft servers since i was 11, although most of that was on Spanish Servers, as i have been only a year and a Half on English Roleplay servers. I love Videogames, Fanfiction, some anime from time to time and i pass most of my time between the University and Home.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
Most of the things i write for Rp is in Spanish, so i don't know if the staff will understand but i'll still leave some text i created about a Bandit group for a D&D-like party we made a few months back.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
I found out about it on PlanetMinecraft.
Character Name:
Dragan Ziebog
Character Age:
24
Character Race:
A Human Sangrian, Seaman
Appearance:
Brown dark hair with a rough messy beard. Blue eyes and slightly tanned skin. His clothes consist mostly on a Blueish coat, gray boots and dark pants. He uses some rings on his right hand together with a Silvery Handguard. On his left hand some tattoos can be seen climbing his arm.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
My old man used to tell me stories about the Northern Kingdoms, about how he had a big manor on land and a great ship on the sea, the Shimmering whale, he said it was called.
Then he began to have a streak of bad luck, bad crops and bad business he said. And then of course, as everyone did back in the day, they had to leave everything behind, together with his pregnant Wife.
I was raised the oldest of three brothers, together with our parents we grew up in and old cabin near the beach, not as poor as rats but I wouldn’t be surprised if dogs used to eat more often than us. My father built a small boat and dedicated his time to fishing and teaching us whatever he could, although most of his lessons always ended up being a rambling about how he had everything and now he had nothing. My mother for her part just tended the old herbs garden we had at the back and maintaining the house, herself missing the good old days when she just had to worry about exploring, buying and riding on horseback through the fields.
That how I grew up, as the older having to help with my little brothers and help father with the fish, but as I grew, I always learned more about what life could provide to a man. Father was always one fervent believer that Jax favours the bold, that’s how he built everything he had, after all.
With the passing of time providing food for a family of 5 became more arduous for Father and I understood that one way or another, we would have to reduce the number.
It wasn’t a hard decision, growing up hearing about how luck could turn a man from a beggar to a merchant just made me wish to leave and grab some of those blessings for myself, so I chose to leave, go seek fortune through the continent and maybe bring back some of that to the rest of my family.
Although Father and Mother weren’t exactly happy for my decision, I couldn’t figure out if they were sad because I was going to leave or because they would have less help around. But Father just went to his room the same day when I was getting ready to leave.
Without much words, he gave me an old coat and a Necklace, his old clothes back In the day. It was my parting gift, a good luck charm for the travel that awaited me.
I said my farewells, promising to return one day, and I began to walk down the road, with nothing more than a smile and prayers of good luck to help me in these journey
Neither snow nor sun could break us, as my father used to say
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, the realm tangled with the Behemoth Qlippoth, awakened by monsoon rains and with which came the Ashen Blight plague and eldritch abominations. Though the days were dark and long, the realm did survive, through its tenacity and reverence. The memories of the 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 heavens fall and burn across the auburn colors of the setting sun, streaks of color in the gathering dark. The Realm of Altera awaits . . .
Rhazort
2. How old are you?
21 years old
3. What country are you from?
Chile
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 is using Information that you have as the player, as if it was something your Character knows, despite not having learned that information. Powergaming is ignoring mechanics and skiping Roleplaying, so that your character has an advantage for example.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Cymic_
8. Tell us about yourself!
Well, I'm from Chile, a 21 year's old Student going for my title of Obstetrician. I have roleplayed on Minecraft servers since i was 11, although most of that was on Spanish Servers, as i have been only a year and a Half on English Roleplay servers. I love Videogames, Fanfiction, some anime from time to time and i pass most of my time between the University and Home.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
Most of the things i write for Rp is in Spanish, so i don't know if the staff will understand but i'll still leave some text i created about a Bandit group for a D&D-like party we made a few months back.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
I found out about it on PlanetMinecraft.
Character Name:
Dragan Ziebog
Character Age:
24
Character Race:
A Human Sangrian, Seaman
Appearance:
Brown dark hair with a rough messy beard. Blue eyes and slightly tanned skin. His clothes consist mostly on a Blueish coat, gray boots and dark pants. He uses some rings on his right hand together with a Silvery Handguard. On his left hand some tattoos can be seen climbing his arm.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
My old man used to tell me stories about the Northern Kingdoms, about how he had a big manor on land and a great ship on the sea, the Shimmering whale, he said it was called.
Then he began to have a streak of bad luck, bad crops and bad business he said. And then of course, as everyone did back in the day, they had to leave everything behind, together with his pregnant Wife.
I was raised the oldest of three brothers, together with our parents we grew up in and old cabin near the beach, not as poor as rats but I wouldn’t be surprised if dogs used to eat more often than us. My father built a small boat and dedicated his time to fishing and teaching us whatever he could, although most of his lessons always ended up being a rambling about how he had everything and now he had nothing. My mother for her part just tended the old herbs garden we had at the back and maintaining the house, herself missing the good old days when she just had to worry about exploring, buying and riding on horseback through the fields.
That how I grew up, as the older having to help with my little brothers and help father with the fish, but as I grew, I always learned more about what life could provide to a man. Father was always one fervent believer that Jax favours the bold, that’s how he built everything he had, after all.
With the passing of time providing food for a family of 5 became more arduous for Father and I understood that one way or another, we would have to reduce the number.
It wasn’t a hard decision, growing up hearing about how luck could turn a man from a beggar to a merchant just made me wish to leave and grab some of those blessings for myself, so I chose to leave, go seek fortune through the continent and maybe bring back some of that to the rest of my family.
Although Father and Mother weren’t exactly happy for my decision, I couldn’t figure out if they were sad because I was going to leave or because they would have less help around. But Father just went to his room the same day when I was getting ready to leave.
Without much words, he gave me an old coat and a Necklace, his old clothes back In the day. It was my parting gift, a good luck charm for the travel that awaited me.
I said my farewells, promising to return one day, and I began to walk down the road, with nothing more than a smile and prayers of good luck to help me in these journey
Neither snow nor sun could break us, as my father used to say
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, the realm tangled with the Behemoth Qlippoth, awakened by monsoon rains and with which came the Ashen Blight plague and eldritch abominations. Though the days were dark and long, the realm did survive, through its tenacity and reverence. The memories of the 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 heavens fall and burn across the auburn colors of the setting sun, streaks of color in the gathering dark. The Realm of Altera awaits . . .
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