Sybbyl
Blessed
About Me!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Sybbyl
2. How old are you?
I'm 22 now ^_^
3. What country are you from?
America : ) ['Murica!]
4. Have you read the King's Law, Tome of Citizenship, Official Lore, and the Survival Guides yet?
I did! And by that, I mean I have recently read them again, so I won't miss the new stuff.
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Easy peezy, metagaming is when a player uses information in RP that they had no means of actually scquiring ICly, like if someone shouts out in OOC "Gosh that moor is hiding in the swamps I saw them in the dynmap" then their attacker can't just suddenly happen to decide to go to the swamps.
Powergaming takes several forms, I can describe best in situations, it's like when a character is in battle and their emotes dictate what happens over more than just their own turn, like..
*Tom slashes his sword at Jerry and it connects with his shoulder, cutting him deeply and disabling his arm.*
Tom didn't give Jerry the chance to react-emote ^
But powergaming can also be environmental, like having your character walk through a disease ridden town taking no precautions, and not getting sick. It just means that someone is going against ah, realism? I suppose.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Heavens no! Who would? Haha.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
223hero7 : D
8. Tell us about yourself!
Hi! I'm Sybbyl, some of you know me some of you don't. I've been roleplaying for roughly 12-13 years now across various mediums. I don't really have many hobbies, besides you know, occasionally drawing and playing minecraft. I have a lovely almost-2-year-old daughter, she's splendid. And I have way too much free time :' ) Happy to be back again ^_^
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
Sure! Just check out my art thread : D
http://hollowworld.co.uk/threads/doodles-and-sketches-and-anime-oh-my-art.40620/
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Mmm... Someone did, but that was like 5 years ago, aha. Im sure they've already been credited for it.
About My Character!
Character Name:
Dorothy Plug
Character Age:
[Im not good at human to elven years conversion] In human years, she's about 29-30
Character Race:
Elven
Appearance:
Dorothy is your average elf in most ways but one. She has clear, slightly paler skin, bright emerald eyes and darker black hair. Her pointed ears are long and elegant, and she generally wears long gowns of simple design and comfortable cloth. However over said gowns, she wears a darkly colored cloak that appear black, but is actually a deep, dark shade of green with intricate calligraphic designs of just barely lighter shades of green about it's figure. Across it's front and back it has a small symbol of a green skull imprinted upon the center area of her upper body.
The only feature of hers that isn't usual is her height, she's somewhat taller than your average Elven female, standing at about 6'0.
[If this /really/, like /absolutely/ needs to be changed I will agree, however this character is an old and well known character from like, 2013, and back then, she was like 6'2, so I didn't want to change it much.]
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
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[For those who might not know, this character is an old character that I played on HW for several years, everything I've written about below actually happened in RP, in approved interaction with the proper staff member who played the gods back then : ) ]
Dorothy wandered the paths she had worn into the forests she now called home. A stack of hand bound books in her arms, with the morning sun beginning to slowly rise over the fogged horizon. Her cloak drifted over the ground behind her, fallen leaves rustling as they were briefly dragged and misplaced by her passing over them.
She looked up at the dark canopy above her as her thoughts wandered carelessly. She pondered over the past, re-imagining how her life was before she had disappeared on this religious venture. She wondered to herself, as though speaking again to the only one she'd spoken to in these recent times, her eyes going far past the canopy that blocked her vision from the morning sky.
"I feel as though this has brought me closer to you, these years out here with none other than myself, this solitude has allowed me to strengthen even further, my devotion which led me down your divine path.. But now I suppose I must return." She furrowed her brow gently as she walked along the straight path.
"I am sure father has missed me.. And it has been so long since I have held sacrifices for your name that were as grand as they used to be.." She pursed her lips. "When I return, my devotion will only grow further, I can promise you this. That part of me will never change."
A small smile faded into her expression, and she loosened her grip on the books in her arms, letting her arms hang gently in front of herself. As she concluded those thoughts, her mind drifted off into old memories, smiling as she marveled in the nostalgia.
Her first thought was the first time she had seen Skraag in the flesh, metaphorically.. She was about 5 years old, standing next to her father in his hall of worship. There was a large amount of people there, and as the moment came, Skraag appeared to them in an entrance of smoke and light, standing in all his glory atop the grand staircase. That was the first time she had decided fully that she would devote her life to this god and he only. He acknowledged her father that day, and Dorothy also got to meet the immortal skeleton guards he had brought with him. One of them escorted a misbehaving visitor out of the hall, as well. It was a momentous day for her, that she would never forget.
As her walk continued, she crossed over all the memories she had of her meetings with Skraag, of the times he'd blessed her, spoken to her or given her his wisdom. She wondered briefly if perhaps she'd had more interaction with him than her father.. Chuckling at the idea, assuming it was absolutely ludicrous that her father wouldn't be able to speak with Lord Skraag at any time he wished, right?
And that was how her walk went on, until she'd reached the makeshift log cabin she called home, setting her books away as she turned to then ponder over what of her possessions she would bring back with her..
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Sybbyl
2. How old are you?
I'm 22 now ^_^
3. What country are you from?
America : ) ['Murica!]
4. Have you read the King's Law, Tome of Citizenship, Official Lore, and the Survival Guides yet?
I did! And by that, I mean I have recently read them again, so I won't miss the new stuff.
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Easy peezy, metagaming is when a player uses information in RP that they had no means of actually scquiring ICly, like if someone shouts out in OOC "Gosh that moor is hiding in the swamps I saw them in the dynmap" then their attacker can't just suddenly happen to decide to go to the swamps.
Powergaming takes several forms, I can describe best in situations, it's like when a character is in battle and their emotes dictate what happens over more than just their own turn, like..
*Tom slashes his sword at Jerry and it connects with his shoulder, cutting him deeply and disabling his arm.*
Tom didn't give Jerry the chance to react-emote ^
But powergaming can also be environmental, like having your character walk through a disease ridden town taking no precautions, and not getting sick. It just means that someone is going against ah, realism? I suppose.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Heavens no! Who would? Haha.
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
223hero7 : D
8. Tell us about yourself!
Hi! I'm Sybbyl, some of you know me some of you don't. I've been roleplaying for roughly 12-13 years now across various mediums. I don't really have many hobbies, besides you know, occasionally drawing and playing minecraft. I have a lovely almost-2-year-old daughter, she's splendid. And I have way too much free time :' ) Happy to be back again ^_^
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
Sure! Just check out my art thread : D
http://hollowworld.co.uk/threads/doodles-and-sketches-and-anime-oh-my-art.40620/
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Mmm... Someone did, but that was like 5 years ago, aha. Im sure they've already been credited for it.
About My Character!
Character Name:
Dorothy Plug
Character Age:
[Im not good at human to elven years conversion] In human years, she's about 29-30
Character Race:
Elven
Appearance:
Dorothy is your average elf in most ways but one. She has clear, slightly paler skin, bright emerald eyes and darker black hair. Her pointed ears are long and elegant, and she generally wears long gowns of simple design and comfortable cloth. However over said gowns, she wears a darkly colored cloak that appear black, but is actually a deep, dark shade of green with intricate calligraphic designs of just barely lighter shades of green about it's figure. Across it's front and back it has a small symbol of a green skull imprinted upon the center area of her upper body.
The only feature of hers that isn't usual is her height, she's somewhat taller than your average Elven female, standing at about 6'0.
[If this /really/, like /absolutely/ needs to be changed I will agree, however this character is an old and well known character from like, 2013, and back then, she was like 6'2, so I didn't want to change it much.]
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
==================================================
[For those who might not know, this character is an old character that I played on HW for several years, everything I've written about below actually happened in RP, in approved interaction with the proper staff member who played the gods back then : ) ]
Dorothy wandered the paths she had worn into the forests she now called home. A stack of hand bound books in her arms, with the morning sun beginning to slowly rise over the fogged horizon. Her cloak drifted over the ground behind her, fallen leaves rustling as they were briefly dragged and misplaced by her passing over them.
She looked up at the dark canopy above her as her thoughts wandered carelessly. She pondered over the past, re-imagining how her life was before she had disappeared on this religious venture. She wondered to herself, as though speaking again to the only one she'd spoken to in these recent times, her eyes going far past the canopy that blocked her vision from the morning sky.
"I feel as though this has brought me closer to you, these years out here with none other than myself, this solitude has allowed me to strengthen even further, my devotion which led me down your divine path.. But now I suppose I must return." She furrowed her brow gently as she walked along the straight path.
"I am sure father has missed me.. And it has been so long since I have held sacrifices for your name that were as grand as they used to be.." She pursed her lips. "When I return, my devotion will only grow further, I can promise you this. That part of me will never change."
A small smile faded into her expression, and she loosened her grip on the books in her arms, letting her arms hang gently in front of herself. As she concluded those thoughts, her mind drifted off into old memories, smiling as she marveled in the nostalgia.
Her first thought was the first time she had seen Skraag in the flesh, metaphorically.. She was about 5 years old, standing next to her father in his hall of worship. There was a large amount of people there, and as the moment came, Skraag appeared to them in an entrance of smoke and light, standing in all his glory atop the grand staircase. That was the first time she had decided fully that she would devote her life to this god and he only. He acknowledged her father that day, and Dorothy also got to meet the immortal skeleton guards he had brought with him. One of them escorted a misbehaving visitor out of the hall, as well. It was a momentous day for her, that she would never forget.
As her walk continued, she crossed over all the memories she had of her meetings with Skraag, of the times he'd blessed her, spoken to her or given her his wisdom. She wondered briefly if perhaps she'd had more interaction with him than her father.. Chuckling at the idea, assuming it was absolutely ludicrous that her father wouldn't be able to speak with Lord Skraag at any time he wished, right?
And that was how her walk went on, until she'd reached the makeshift log cabin she called home, setting her books away as she turned to then ponder over what of her possessions she would bring back with her..
