TheTealEmerald
Villager
TheTealEmerald
{Introduction Section}
Minecraft Username: TheTealEmerald
Age: 15
Country & Timezone: USA, EST
Read the Kings Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides?: Yes
Define Metagaming & Powergaming?: Metagaming: Is when your character has/uses knowledge that was obtained OOCly Powergaming: Is when a player forces another player to take an action based on their emote
Do we allow Xray mods or X-Ray texture packs?: No
Tell us about yourself!: Hey, my name is TheTealEmerald, I’ve been playing minecraft for around 5 years now but I’ve only been playing minecraft rp for around 5 months. Ever since I have found out about these types of servers I’ve been spending most of my free time on them. I hope on this server that I can have fun rp sessions and let my character grow and learn.
Referral: Player named Luxtop
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{Character Section}
Character Name: Lyinal Hawthorne
Age: 18
Race: Human
Appearance: Light blue eyes, black short unkempt hair, white skin, skinny and not muscular, around 5’11”, he often wears a longer type of jacket, baggy pants with foot wraps at the bottom, and he has a tattoo on his left outer facing part of the forearm of a finger in the middle of a pair of lips.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin: Attach on the thread
Written Test (Min: 400 words):
There Lyinal stood, staring at the small parlor door sign as the snow fell around him, it had simple bold letters that read “Pat’s Tattoo Emporium”. He was staring at it for so long that he nearly forgot his father, Thanial, standing right next to him just watching.
“Aye, it’s a thing of beauty to see a boy becoming a man with the mark of his first and ever tattoo, I tell you it felt like it was just this morning when I got me first one.” Thanial gave a slight chuckle as Lyinal only could assume that his father was reminiscing of his good old days.
Lyinal paused from his assumptions of his father to go back to his own business and looked back towards the door.
“What one should I be getting then father, do you have any suggestions?” Lyinal’s knees were quacking a bit as he spoke, even then he tried to hide it by trying to sound tougher than he actually was.
Thanial stood silent for a moment as if he had just been brought back to reality and was regaining himself.
“You see my boy, I will be deciding which one you shall be receiving today, as my papa has done with me and his papa, so on and so on.” Thanial stated with confidence as if an argument shall not and would not be started over this.
Lyinal stood there, visibly confused, looking his father in the eyes with his head tilted to ask the very simple question.
“Why is that?” Lyinal asked plainly.
Thanial looked through the quite blurry and frozen window of the store, he was obviously looking for someone in there and anyone could notice that from two towns over.
“The best way to know yourself is to know how others think of you.” He said a bit emptily as he was panning over the room, he gave a slight wave to someone inside. Thanial looks over to Lyinal standing next to the door, he gives a slight nod to the boy and they both head inside.
In the room Lyinal was instructed to sit on a raised up chair by who he could assume was Pat or just another tattoo artist. Whoever this mystery person was it didn’t matter to him, all that mattered was that he and his father were over in a corner looking at a piece of paper Thanial had on him, they were both just murmuring and nodding their heads as they examined it. After a while they both came over to where Lynial was seated, he was given a piece of wood to bite on, his arms and legs were restrained on the chair and a blindfold to “keep the surprise”.
At first all Lyinal could feel was his own heart pounding, then it was as if someone was stabbing him with a knife in his left arm. He wondered as he got a tiny bit used to the pain that if this was a punishment for something he had done as he thought that no one could possibly do this more than once and say it was worth it. When the pain was getting routine and his arm got numb, he started to feel it slow down, less and less. He heard the loosening of straps and the wood piece getting removed from his mouth. He took a breath of fresh air as he felt his fold getting removed. He got blinded from the light of the lanterns hanging from the ceiling.
As his gaze started to move slowly down to his arm, he saw his father with his arms crossed and a small smile on his face. Lyinal nodded his head and continued to search for the marking, taking a second to collect his bearings. Suddenly he found it, it was a simple design but still it puzzled Lyinal a bit, the tattoo was that of a finger pressing itself against a pair of lips.
“W-what does it mean?” Lyinal’s voice quaking as he asked.
Thanial unfolded his arms and instead opted to put them behind his back as watched his child’s confusion. “There are many meanings for that one simple marking, I believe it means you are quiet, me boy.”
Lynial sat there in the chair breathing heavily and just staring at the black ink.
Thanial walked over to his son and put his hand on Lynial’s shoulder with a firm grip. “However you must decide what it means to you and how it represents you.”
Minecraft Username: TheTealEmerald
Age: 15
Country & Timezone: USA, EST
Read the Kings Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides?: Yes
Define Metagaming & Powergaming?: Metagaming: Is when your character has/uses knowledge that was obtained OOCly Powergaming: Is when a player forces another player to take an action based on their emote
Do we allow Xray mods or X-Ray texture packs?: No
Tell us about yourself!: Hey, my name is TheTealEmerald, I’ve been playing minecraft for around 5 years now but I’ve only been playing minecraft rp for around 5 months. Ever since I have found out about these types of servers I’ve been spending most of my free time on them. I hope on this server that I can have fun rp sessions and let my character grow and learn.
Referral: Player named Luxtop
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{Character Section}
Character Name: Lyinal Hawthorne
Age: 18
Race: Human
Appearance: Light blue eyes, black short unkempt hair, white skin, skinny and not muscular, around 5’11”, he often wears a longer type of jacket, baggy pants with foot wraps at the bottom, and he has a tattoo on his left outer facing part of the forearm of a finger in the middle of a pair of lips.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin: Attach on the thread
Written Test (Min: 400 words):
There Lyinal stood, staring at the small parlor door sign as the snow fell around him, it had simple bold letters that read “Pat’s Tattoo Emporium”. He was staring at it for so long that he nearly forgot his father, Thanial, standing right next to him just watching.
“Aye, it’s a thing of beauty to see a boy becoming a man with the mark of his first and ever tattoo, I tell you it felt like it was just this morning when I got me first one.” Thanial gave a slight chuckle as Lyinal only could assume that his father was reminiscing of his good old days.
Lyinal paused from his assumptions of his father to go back to his own business and looked back towards the door.
“What one should I be getting then father, do you have any suggestions?” Lyinal’s knees were quacking a bit as he spoke, even then he tried to hide it by trying to sound tougher than he actually was.
Thanial stood silent for a moment as if he had just been brought back to reality and was regaining himself.
“You see my boy, I will be deciding which one you shall be receiving today, as my papa has done with me and his papa, so on and so on.” Thanial stated with confidence as if an argument shall not and would not be started over this.
Lyinal stood there, visibly confused, looking his father in the eyes with his head tilted to ask the very simple question.
“Why is that?” Lyinal asked plainly.
Thanial looked through the quite blurry and frozen window of the store, he was obviously looking for someone in there and anyone could notice that from two towns over.
“The best way to know yourself is to know how others think of you.” He said a bit emptily as he was panning over the room, he gave a slight wave to someone inside. Thanial looks over to Lyinal standing next to the door, he gives a slight nod to the boy and they both head inside.
In the room Lyinal was instructed to sit on a raised up chair by who he could assume was Pat or just another tattoo artist. Whoever this mystery person was it didn’t matter to him, all that mattered was that he and his father were over in a corner looking at a piece of paper Thanial had on him, they were both just murmuring and nodding their heads as they examined it. After a while they both came over to where Lynial was seated, he was given a piece of wood to bite on, his arms and legs were restrained on the chair and a blindfold to “keep the surprise”.
At first all Lyinal could feel was his own heart pounding, then it was as if someone was stabbing him with a knife in his left arm. He wondered as he got a tiny bit used to the pain that if this was a punishment for something he had done as he thought that no one could possibly do this more than once and say it was worth it. When the pain was getting routine and his arm got numb, he started to feel it slow down, less and less. He heard the loosening of straps and the wood piece getting removed from his mouth. He took a breath of fresh air as he felt his fold getting removed. He got blinded from the light of the lanterns hanging from the ceiling.
As his gaze started to move slowly down to his arm, he saw his father with his arms crossed and a small smile on his face. Lyinal nodded his head and continued to search for the marking, taking a second to collect his bearings. Suddenly he found it, it was a simple design but still it puzzled Lyinal a bit, the tattoo was that of a finger pressing itself against a pair of lips.
“W-what does it mean?” Lyinal’s voice quaking as he asked.
Thanial unfolded his arms and instead opted to put them behind his back as watched his child’s confusion. “There are many meanings for that one simple marking, I believe it means you are quiet, me boy.”
Lynial sat there in the chair breathing heavily and just staring at the black ink.
Thanial walked over to his son and put his hand on Lynial’s shoulder with a firm grip. “However you must decide what it means to you and how it represents you.”
If you can update the definition, I'd be happy to get you whitelisted!