tgrt
Villager
1. What is your Minecraft username?
tgrt
2. How old are you?
20
3. What country are you from? What is your timezone?
I’m from Brazil! Timezone’s BRT.
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yep and it’s all a great read!
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is using out of character knowledge in-game. Some people use that to gain an advantadge. I dislike those people.
Powergaming is the act of forcing roleplay results onto other players and the world. Like chopping a hand off with one swipe of a sword, or lifting a horse with one hand.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Nope!
7. Tell us about yourself! Do you have any examples of your work?
I work as an artist! Love drawing, love writing and I sometimes use mediums like roleplay for art inspiration- Best of both worlds and whatnot. I’m an absolute d&d nerd and I’m very passionate about what conjoined storytelling can bring. Creating by yourself is fun but for me the more minds involved the better!
I also game from time to time. A little Dark Souls, TF2, Terraria and whatnot. I’m currently trying to beat Spelunky 2 on my free time. It’s not going well, but it’s fun!
8. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Yep, Chippedstars told me about the server!
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About Your Character!
Character Name:
Emiliana de la Centella
Character Age:
About 19 and a half.
Character Race:
Emiliana’s a simple human lass with an Aorian background!
Appearance:
Under her long, wavy black hair you’d see tanned skin and dark brown-ish eyes. The somewhat skinny girl stands at 5’8ft (or 172 cm) and usually wears simple, day-to-day clothing.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
(I took this opportunity to flesh out a little more character background!)
Night’s usually not that quiet over at the city of Linistel. Aorian tradition entails evenings are as full of possibility as any part of the day. So, when the moon’s up, it’s very common to see people out and about!
Oh and people are always out and about over at the Centella house. The sounds of yelling, bickering and fighting always fills the air- The air is also often filled with the cutlery and plates they regularly jolt at each other’s faces. The neighbours are used to it at this point.
Despite what most would call a chaotic display of hate, all of their fighting (they prefer the term “passionately disagreeing” over “fighting”) is mostly due to their strong personality and tight family bond. Some say wacking each other with a broom is the way they say “I love you” to one another.
“Oh- I’ll fetch it myself alright. Vaca gorda!” The already sweatting black haired girl yelled, slamming the front door shut with such vibrant anger the hinges could barely hold themselves together. Tears already scattered across the gravel path she’d hastily walk down. Not tears of sadness or even anger, mind you- those tears were, in fact, due to her being the one in charge of cutting onions for the family dinner tonight.
Emiliana, the youngest of three sisters, was usually left with the short end of any stick available. Her job never strayed too far from the house, except on rare occasions like tonight, when her grandma’s favorite spices “ran out” or, in this case, were mixed in with the shards of a broken cookie jar after a certain someone called her mother “A little too fat to be eating cookies before dinner”.
Nevertheless, the girl trecked on towards the market and was heading back before even noticing the time pass. The Centella wiped some sweat off her brow and pulled her home’s doorknob. The whole thing screeched as it opened, as if begging them not to fight again or else its wood would surely crack in half. She did not make any promisses to the door, and headed in.
Emiliana giggled at the pile of shards and spices her mother was sweeping under a rug and pulled out a fresh new batch of cookies she fetched on her market run. The young Aorian presented them as a peace offering, adding on a “Here. These ones won’t have glass shards all over them, madre”.
The cookies managed to convince Emiliana’s mom to help her with dinner and the two spent the rest of the night baking and laughing together. It wasn't as busy a night as the girl is used to.
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(Hope that's good! Let me know if anything needs changed. Thanks for reading this far
)
tgrt
2. How old are you?
20
3. What country are you from? What is your timezone?
I’m from Brazil! Timezone’s BRT.
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yep and it’s all a great read!
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is using out of character knowledge in-game. Some people use that to gain an advantadge. I dislike those people.
Powergaming is the act of forcing roleplay results onto other players and the world. Like chopping a hand off with one swipe of a sword, or lifting a horse with one hand.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Nope!
7. Tell us about yourself! Do you have any examples of your work?
I work as an artist! Love drawing, love writing and I sometimes use mediums like roleplay for art inspiration- Best of both worlds and whatnot. I’m an absolute d&d nerd and I’m very passionate about what conjoined storytelling can bring. Creating by yourself is fun but for me the more minds involved the better!
I also game from time to time. A little Dark Souls, TF2, Terraria and whatnot. I’m currently trying to beat Spelunky 2 on my free time. It’s not going well, but it’s fun!
8. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
Yep, Chippedstars told me about the server!
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
About Your Character!
Character Name:
Emiliana de la Centella
Character Age:
About 19 and a half.
Character Race:
Emiliana’s a simple human lass with an Aorian background!
Appearance:
Under her long, wavy black hair you’d see tanned skin and dark brown-ish eyes. The somewhat skinny girl stands at 5’8ft (or 172 cm) and usually wears simple, day-to-day clothing.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test!
(I took this opportunity to flesh out a little more character background!)
Night’s usually not that quiet over at the city of Linistel. Aorian tradition entails evenings are as full of possibility as any part of the day. So, when the moon’s up, it’s very common to see people out and about!
Oh and people are always out and about over at the Centella house. The sounds of yelling, bickering and fighting always fills the air- The air is also often filled with the cutlery and plates they regularly jolt at each other’s faces. The neighbours are used to it at this point.
Despite what most would call a chaotic display of hate, all of their fighting (they prefer the term “passionately disagreeing” over “fighting”) is mostly due to their strong personality and tight family bond. Some say wacking each other with a broom is the way they say “I love you” to one another.
“Oh- I’ll fetch it myself alright. Vaca gorda!” The already sweatting black haired girl yelled, slamming the front door shut with such vibrant anger the hinges could barely hold themselves together. Tears already scattered across the gravel path she’d hastily walk down. Not tears of sadness or even anger, mind you- those tears were, in fact, due to her being the one in charge of cutting onions for the family dinner tonight.
Emiliana, the youngest of three sisters, was usually left with the short end of any stick available. Her job never strayed too far from the house, except on rare occasions like tonight, when her grandma’s favorite spices “ran out” or, in this case, were mixed in with the shards of a broken cookie jar after a certain someone called her mother “A little too fat to be eating cookies before dinner”.
Nevertheless, the girl trecked on towards the market and was heading back before even noticing the time pass. The Centella wiped some sweat off her brow and pulled her home’s doorknob. The whole thing screeched as it opened, as if begging them not to fight again or else its wood would surely crack in half. She did not make any promisses to the door, and headed in.
Emiliana giggled at the pile of shards and spices her mother was sweeping under a rug and pulled out a fresh new batch of cookies she fetched on her market run. The young Aorian presented them as a peace offering, adding on a “Here. These ones won’t have glass shards all over them, madre”.
The cookies managed to convince Emiliana’s mom to help her with dinner and the two spent the rest of the night baking and laughing together. It wasn't as busy a night as the girl is used to.
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(Hope that's good! Let me know if anything needs changed. Thanks for reading this far
)
