Root
Villager
Me, Myself, And I
1. What is your Minecraft username?
CyanDies
2. How old are you?
20 and still breathin'!
3. What country are you from?
Korea but I moved to the US of A at a very young age
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yep Yep!
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming: This is the act of using information obtained by OOC means and allowing your character to use it and/or specifically know about it. Let us say that a traveling merchant's route is mapped out OOC for convenience yet a player uses it to keep buying the merchant's extremely rare goods.
Powergaming: This is the act of overriding or disallowing a character a reaction to your action. An example would to say a player wanted to destroy a magical barrier they, in one action hit the barrier and say that they had broke it although the person who owned said barrier could not react or tell them what exactly happened.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Nein
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
JoeJoe
8. Tell us about yourself!
Yahallaho! I am Root, Reet, or really whatever you'd like to call me! I'm a twenty year-olddeadbeat barista. Truly hell, I assure you. I enjoy playing bidya geims(CDDA, Elona, Tokyo Xanadu, Closers, Minecraft, and More!), singing, and writing. I love to listen to music of all sorts ranging from metal, jpop, and jrock to hiphop, lo-fi(Low Fidelity), and jazz! A few artist I listen to often are Sabaton, Itou Kashitarou, EDEN, E-Dubble(Really, apparently I'm the only one who remembers this dude haha), and ATLAS. I also enjoy roleplay which I've been doing for upwards to a year; though I've been doing it in more text-based mediums, whether through forum or discord. This is about it and I'm willing to accept any questions you all might have for me! Salutations and thanks for reading!
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I'd like to call myself a writer indeed! Here is something I wrote some five months ago; and to be honest with you I only truly started writing a year ago haha.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Crazed_Fangirl
The Smith's Personae
Character Name:
Solis Orleans
Character Age:
18
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
I have quite a few images for this character so have a look! All of this pictures; just imagine them with brown eyes haha.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin: Again Brown eyes
Written Test!
It was the day. Well, it was actually night, what with the full moon glaring down at Solis, his brown eyes unblinking as he attempted to calm his nerves. The grasses and weeds of the hill near his home rustled, where at the very top one could assume the bed of purple flowers did so as well. It was a windy night; at least windier than usual with a slight gust, the forest taking much of the brunt of the westward wind, and with that brought a slight chill to his skin, making him shudder softly. It was nearly midnight, once the church bell tolled Solis would be the youthful age of twelve. His small lips thinning he looked over at the town, bright and colorful. While he would have joined in the festivities a year before he had to reserve his energy for what was to come.
Finally, breaking the silence that was the rowdy village was the midnight bell, ringing a deafening roar to him though to most it'd simply be time for the day to end. Hopping up onto his feet he strode softly towards his home, a smaller thing but with a rather large forge where a grizzly bear of a man awaited A beard rivaling a dwarf's, and muscles to match the royal guard, stood the father of the young boy. His face was a square thing, his mouth like a crack in granite; voice similar to rocks grinding as well.
"You've kept me waiting, eh boy? If I wasn't just'a weapon smith I ought've built a clock to time how slow you 'ere." The man gave a laugh, though didn't sound amused at all. Really the man seemed to lack the ability to laugh normally. His voice had a slight street accent, likely picked up from the streets he lived on in the capital, at least that's what he told Solis and his sister when they were much younger.
"Sorry, d- Master Smith." Said the red-headed boy as he bowed slowly.
His father nodded, "Ain't a problem, boy. Now, let's get down to business."
Placing a hammer in front of him, it had a strong yet rather slender handle, a red wood used it seemed, as it could clearly be seen to have been worn down by use, the indents of fingers deep in the grain.
"This boy, this is our hammer. This is yours. This is the family's. We, the Orleans for a total of five generations have been passing this down, and now it is yers. As yer father, I am proud to say that I can trust you with it." His father's eyes had always been rather squinted, wrinkles covering his visage but finally, he opened his eyes. Solis looked into the sky blue orbs that his father had, gulping. The man reached out with his giant hands, taking hold of Solis' much smaller ones, the callouses, oh so noticeable.
Solis' father spoke once again, like gravel pouring from a mountain, "Your hands. They are mine, they are yours. They are the hands of a smith. Even if you become a shoemaker or a farmer your hands will be that which beats metal into shape."
Pulling his hands away from Solis' own, he took hold of the hammer and rested it in the hands of the small boy, "I trust that you will be able to add your own verse to the seal." The seal, something he had been forced to learn, the words shoved down his throat. Yet Solis gave a nod.
Shifting his feet he held the hammer by the handle with two hands, with room to spare as he looked into the metal which had been used to beat and form many weapons. Taking a sharp breath he began to speak,
"We give our hands, arms, and body to the hammer," He began, a bead of sweat already dripping down his forehead.
Solis continued, "To metal, we bring the hammer, and we create that which is used," The second verse.
Then came the third, "The cinders of my forefathers and foremothers shall become the flame to ignite the kindling of my forge,"
Licking his lips he spoke the fourth verse, "And the hammer I hold now shall be passed down to my children." It was heavy, this burden that he suddenly held in his hands.
His limbs trembling under the weight of the hammer, he persevered, "Thus, in the darkest of nights and brightest of dawns, my sun will shine true,"
Solis' eyes which he hadn't even noticed closed, opened as he gave his own, his entire self to this he believed, "As such, I bring the sun that is my soul, beaming and loving, I shall smile eternally."
He let out a gasp as he was pulled from his reverie, energy pushed from his system as he blinked rapidly. His brain pounding with tension he stumbled forward, the ground slowly coming closer and closer until it hadn't as a cloth shirt filled his vision.
Solis hadn't been awake for much longer yet he heard the words of his father. "And it shall be. I... am so very proud of you, my boy."
Notes:
This character, Solis Orleans, knows Nime Reyali, crazedfangirl00 owns.
1. What is your Minecraft username?
CyanDies
2. How old are you?
20 and still breathin'!
3. What country are you from?
Korea but I moved to the US of A at a very young age
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yep Yep!
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming: This is the act of using information obtained by OOC means and allowing your character to use it and/or specifically know about it. Let us say that a traveling merchant's route is mapped out OOC for convenience yet a player uses it to keep buying the merchant's extremely rare goods.
Powergaming: This is the act of overriding or disallowing a character a reaction to your action. An example would to say a player wanted to destroy a magical barrier they, in one action hit the barrier and say that they had broke it although the person who owned said barrier could not react or tell them what exactly happened.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Nein
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
JoeJoe
8. Tell us about yourself!
Yahallaho! I am Root, Reet, or really whatever you'd like to call me! I'm a twenty year-old
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I'd like to call myself a writer indeed! Here is something I wrote some five months ago; and to be honest with you I only truly started writing a year ago haha.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Crazed_Fangirl
The Smith's Personae
Character Name:
Solis Orleans
Character Age:
18
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
I have quite a few images for this character so have a look! All of this pictures; just imagine them with brown eyes haha.
Written Test!
It was the day. Well, it was actually night, what with the full moon glaring down at Solis, his brown eyes unblinking as he attempted to calm his nerves. The grasses and weeds of the hill near his home rustled, where at the very top one could assume the bed of purple flowers did so as well. It was a windy night; at least windier than usual with a slight gust, the forest taking much of the brunt of the westward wind, and with that brought a slight chill to his skin, making him shudder softly. It was nearly midnight, once the church bell tolled Solis would be the youthful age of twelve. His small lips thinning he looked over at the town, bright and colorful. While he would have joined in the festivities a year before he had to reserve his energy for what was to come.
Finally, breaking the silence that was the rowdy village was the midnight bell, ringing a deafening roar to him though to most it'd simply be time for the day to end. Hopping up onto his feet he strode softly towards his home, a smaller thing but with a rather large forge where a grizzly bear of a man awaited A beard rivaling a dwarf's, and muscles to match the royal guard, stood the father of the young boy. His face was a square thing, his mouth like a crack in granite; voice similar to rocks grinding as well.
"You've kept me waiting, eh boy? If I wasn't just'a weapon smith I ought've built a clock to time how slow you 'ere." The man gave a laugh, though didn't sound amused at all. Really the man seemed to lack the ability to laugh normally. His voice had a slight street accent, likely picked up from the streets he lived on in the capital, at least that's what he told Solis and his sister when they were much younger.
"Sorry, d- Master Smith." Said the red-headed boy as he bowed slowly.
His father nodded, "Ain't a problem, boy. Now, let's get down to business."
Placing a hammer in front of him, it had a strong yet rather slender handle, a red wood used it seemed, as it could clearly be seen to have been worn down by use, the indents of fingers deep in the grain.
"This boy, this is our hammer. This is yours. This is the family's. We, the Orleans for a total of five generations have been passing this down, and now it is yers. As yer father, I am proud to say that I can trust you with it." His father's eyes had always been rather squinted, wrinkles covering his visage but finally, he opened his eyes. Solis looked into the sky blue orbs that his father had, gulping. The man reached out with his giant hands, taking hold of Solis' much smaller ones, the callouses, oh so noticeable.
Solis' father spoke once again, like gravel pouring from a mountain, "Your hands. They are mine, they are yours. They are the hands of a smith. Even if you become a shoemaker or a farmer your hands will be that which beats metal into shape."
Pulling his hands away from Solis' own, he took hold of the hammer and rested it in the hands of the small boy, "I trust that you will be able to add your own verse to the seal." The seal, something he had been forced to learn, the words shoved down his throat. Yet Solis gave a nod.
Shifting his feet he held the hammer by the handle with two hands, with room to spare as he looked into the metal which had been used to beat and form many weapons. Taking a sharp breath he began to speak,
"We give our hands, arms, and body to the hammer," He began, a bead of sweat already dripping down his forehead.
Solis continued, "To metal, we bring the hammer, and we create that which is used," The second verse.
Then came the third, "The cinders of my forefathers and foremothers shall become the flame to ignite the kindling of my forge,"
Licking his lips he spoke the fourth verse, "And the hammer I hold now shall be passed down to my children." It was heavy, this burden that he suddenly held in his hands.
His limbs trembling under the weight of the hammer, he persevered, "Thus, in the darkest of nights and brightest of dawns, my sun will shine true,"
Solis' eyes which he hadn't even noticed closed, opened as he gave his own, his entire self to this he believed, "As such, I bring the sun that is my soul, beaming and loving, I shall smile eternally."
He let out a gasp as he was pulled from his reverie, energy pushed from his system as he blinked rapidly. His brain pounding with tension he stumbled forward, the ground slowly coming closer and closer until it hadn't as a cloth shirt filled his vision.
Solis hadn't been awake for much longer yet he heard the words of his father. "And it shall be. I... am so very proud of you, my boy."
Notes:
This character, Solis Orleans, knows Nime Reyali, crazedfangirl00 owns.
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