Serpentious
Villager
{Introduction Section}
Minecraft Username: Serpentious
Age: 23
Country & Timezone: Eastern Standard (EST)
Read the Kings Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides?: Yes.
Define Metagaming & Powergaming?: Check below!
Metagaming: An indolent practice in which a player uses information that only they would know to influence the actions of their character -- whom wouldn't have any access to that knowledge if not for their player's OOC intervention. This is clearly a bannable offense, because a character shouldn't know things that they didn't actively learn through roleplay.
Powergaming: This is when a character is given an unfair advantage by their player. This can take on several forms, but the most common is when a character forces an action on another character without their consent or even an opportunity to react. Roleplaying is a group activity, which means everyone should have a fair shake.
Do we allow Xray mods or X-Ray texture packs?: No.
Tell us about yourself!: I'm just an enthusiastic novelist, excited to find my next project! There's not too much else to say, but I do have nearly a decade of writing experience -- both on Minecraft and over text. So, if you happen to need help or simply want someone to look over your writing, I'd be more than happy to. Otherwise, try not to take me too seriously. The punctuation and proper grammar may seem a bit stiff, but I promise that I'm anything but strict. As an example -- try asking me about what I think of animation or art in general. You'll find a fair amount of passion on either subject.
Referral: This server's name graced my ear a few times in the past -- on long-forgotten servers. I figured I'd give it a try!
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{Character Section}
Character Name: Euric Morcant
Age: 25
Race: Human, Anhalder
Appearance: Reference Image -- Here!
(Optional) Picture of the Skin: Attach on the thread
Written Test (Min: 400 words):
Nestled in the midst of twisted pines and verdant leaves, a campfire burned. It crackled fiercely, popping as new tinder fell deftly upon the blaze. Smoke conquered the evening sky- a singular plume seen from miles around. Euric, enamored by the luminous display, prodded and stoked the embers with his blade. They roared louder in response, seemingly agitated but quick to settle when warm bark crumbled to ash. The tall and weighty Anhalder shifted in his seat before the familiar squeal of dry wood left him to reconsider. "I mustn't be that heavy..." He mused to himself, glancing down to the pitiful log that propped him. It seemed sturdy enough, but he'd been proven wrong in the past. Deciding it better to err on the side of caution, Euric slid from his mount and instead sat in the grass just ahead of it. Cool, aimless optics scanned his campsite in the meantime -- not incredibly overjoyed but far from displeased. For a common glade, it was surprisingly cozy. He might've called it peaceful -- if not for his constant superstitions.
The forests of Gottland were truly resplendent but, when it teemed with such life, not all of it would be benevolent. Even for a kinsman like himself, Euric knew better than to trust these woods at night. Among men, animals were of his biggest concern. His sword reunited with its sheath as he thought it over. The Anhalder always wondered if the beasts knew him to be a hunter and, if so, it also amused him to consider what they would do were they to find out. Did forest creatures seek revenge... or were they too fearful, or noble, for such a plot? Chuckling, Euric shook his head and planted an elbow in the dirt -- now laid out on his side. They simply weren't intelligent enough, he figured. Tender, gloved digits grazed between the grass. "Hm." He imparted the sound with pursed lips. "The Sun really has blessed this land."
A mixture of mirth and solemn pride filled his tone, but those words are the last that he speaks. He lifts himself back up -- a weary spine greeting the log again as he reaches for the bow that he'd rested some feet to his left. The yew wood felt familiar against his palm and, in turn, he ran a thumb along the string. Taut as ever. His opposite hand slipped into the satchel hitched to his hip, rummaging briefly before Euric pulled a small vial from its depths. To the inexperienced eye -- it was nothing more than a clear liquid of indiscernible quality. However, to an archer like himself, this oil would sustain him for at least another week. It'd keep his bow from drying or cracking which, in turn, would help him hunt longer. Fortunately, all that was left to do was find his lathering cloth. Now... where did he put it?
Minecraft Username: Serpentious
Age: 23
Country & Timezone: Eastern Standard (EST)
Read the Kings Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides?: Yes.
Define Metagaming & Powergaming?: Check below!
Metagaming: An indolent practice in which a player uses information that only they would know to influence the actions of their character -- whom wouldn't have any access to that knowledge if not for their player's OOC intervention. This is clearly a bannable offense, because a character shouldn't know things that they didn't actively learn through roleplay.
Powergaming: This is when a character is given an unfair advantage by their player. This can take on several forms, but the most common is when a character forces an action on another character without their consent or even an opportunity to react. Roleplaying is a group activity, which means everyone should have a fair shake.
Do we allow Xray mods or X-Ray texture packs?: No.
Tell us about yourself!: I'm just an enthusiastic novelist, excited to find my next project! There's not too much else to say, but I do have nearly a decade of writing experience -- both on Minecraft and over text. So, if you happen to need help or simply want someone to look over your writing, I'd be more than happy to. Otherwise, try not to take me too seriously. The punctuation and proper grammar may seem a bit stiff, but I promise that I'm anything but strict. As an example -- try asking me about what I think of animation or art in general. You'll find a fair amount of passion on either subject.
Referral: This server's name graced my ear a few times in the past -- on long-forgotten servers. I figured I'd give it a try!
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{Character Section}
Character Name: Euric Morcant
Age: 25
Race: Human, Anhalder
Appearance: Reference Image -- Here!
- Height: 6'3"
- Weight: 244lbs
(Optional) Picture of the Skin: Attach on the thread
Written Test (Min: 400 words):
Nestled in the midst of twisted pines and verdant leaves, a campfire burned. It crackled fiercely, popping as new tinder fell deftly upon the blaze. Smoke conquered the evening sky- a singular plume seen from miles around. Euric, enamored by the luminous display, prodded and stoked the embers with his blade. They roared louder in response, seemingly agitated but quick to settle when warm bark crumbled to ash. The tall and weighty Anhalder shifted in his seat before the familiar squeal of dry wood left him to reconsider. "I mustn't be that heavy..." He mused to himself, glancing down to the pitiful log that propped him. It seemed sturdy enough, but he'd been proven wrong in the past. Deciding it better to err on the side of caution, Euric slid from his mount and instead sat in the grass just ahead of it. Cool, aimless optics scanned his campsite in the meantime -- not incredibly overjoyed but far from displeased. For a common glade, it was surprisingly cozy. He might've called it peaceful -- if not for his constant superstitions.
The forests of Gottland were truly resplendent but, when it teemed with such life, not all of it would be benevolent. Even for a kinsman like himself, Euric knew better than to trust these woods at night. Among men, animals were of his biggest concern. His sword reunited with its sheath as he thought it over. The Anhalder always wondered if the beasts knew him to be a hunter and, if so, it also amused him to consider what they would do were they to find out. Did forest creatures seek revenge... or were they too fearful, or noble, for such a plot? Chuckling, Euric shook his head and planted an elbow in the dirt -- now laid out on his side. They simply weren't intelligent enough, he figured. Tender, gloved digits grazed between the grass. "Hm." He imparted the sound with pursed lips. "The Sun really has blessed this land."
A mixture of mirth and solemn pride filled his tone, but those words are the last that he speaks. He lifts himself back up -- a weary spine greeting the log again as he reaches for the bow that he'd rested some feet to his left. The yew wood felt familiar against his palm and, in turn, he ran a thumb along the string. Taut as ever. His opposite hand slipped into the satchel hitched to his hip, rummaging briefly before Euric pulled a small vial from its depths. To the inexperienced eye -- it was nothing more than a clear liquid of indiscernible quality. However, to an archer like himself, this oil would sustain him for at least another week. It'd keep his bow from drying or cracking which, in turn, would help him hunt longer. Fortunately, all that was left to do was find his lathering cloth. Now... where did he put it?
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