1. What is your Minecraft username?
Vocturne
2. How old are you?
20
3. What country are you from? What is your timezone?
USA, Central
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
I've skimmed a few, and read a few more in depth. I've read all of the relevant rules. (Basically all of the rules outside of the purchasing of land)
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming: Bring OOC information into IRP scenarios. Mostly done through means such as discord, general chat, and PMs ingame.
Powergaming: Roleplaying your character in a way that wouldn't be feasible, or roleplaying the actions of someone else's character.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Of course not.
7. Tell us about yourself! Do you have any examples of your work?
I'm from the midwest in the US. I play League, Minecraft (Mostly RP servers), ARK, and Skyrim. I have about 10 years of serious roleplay experience, going all the way back to Wizard101 roleplay. I have a parakeet named Puzzle that I absolutely adore. I exclusively drink my water bottled. My biggest limiter in life is my anxiety. I love EDM.
8. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
No one referred me. I found my way here after searching "Roleplay minecraft servers" into google and trudging through off the minigame servers that put "roleplay" in their tags. When I saw the banner, I saw you guys were a serious RP server. I'm looking to try new RP servers.
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About Your Character!
This section is about the character you intend to use once you join the server.We ask that new players follow these guidelines during this portion of the application:
Current Setting of the Server:
The lands of Altera have long been laced with upheaval, supernatural turmoil that would threaten to shatter the realm or tear it asunder. Long, have the peoples of Altera withstood these tribulations, overcoming and persevering through the generations. Only too recently, have they settled the ire of Titans and Gods. Though the days were dark and long, the realm did survive, through tenacity and reverence. The memories of their trials behind them still fresh, the realm sits in a state of unease and angst . . . with eyes on the horizon.
In the skies above, the stars flicker and burn across the auburn colors of the setting sun, streaks of color in the gathering dark. The Realm of Altera awaits . . .
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Character Name:
Arani Veroth
Character Age:
26
Character Race:
Moor Elf
Appearance:
(We just want to make sure things like hair color, eye color, skin color, and clothing is all fitting for the setting/lore we have.)
Arani wears a simple black, furred coat to stave off the cavern chill. There is a dark mustard-colored strips lining the buttons at the center. He wears bronze spectacles more as a means of expression than a need. His skin is a deep ash color with vibrant purple eyes.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
(Attach a picture here if you have one. If you don't have an image, that's fine. Just make sure you describe it well in the appearance section.)
I do not yet have the dark elf version of this skin. The skin I'm intending on using was from a previous RP server that has since died. Rest assured, I'll have the proper skin lined up before RPing on here.
Written Test!
(This is where you tell us a story of your choosing! Be creative. It should be 400 words minimum and use the character you've created above. This is what we use to judge your ability as a roleplayer. Show us how much you've learned by reading our guides and lore. Include anything you think will impress us!)
Arani didn't recall laying down that night. But what else could explain this picturesque scene outside of a dream? The very veins gracing the walls of the stonework seemed to radiate a dim light. The fungi on the dark floor illuminated the area gracing them. He stood upon a small cliff overlooking the city, but there was something else. There were these odd bright orbs suspended from the ceiling, they seemed to pulsate subtly and then die before another in a new area grew. The world seemed to quiet around him as he fixed his gaze to these pseudostars. His keen ears could pick out not even the whispers of the distant stonework city, being drowned out by the delightful beauty of these orbs. To him, each told a story of a bygone Moor Elf. One might have been a famed warrior, praised for their martial skill and bravery while another was a songstress whose talent for poem and performance rivalled none. There was a mage and even a simple merchant. However, there was a singular star, lone on the side. This one was different--felt different. His world and his mind moved, attuned to this 'star.' It was his star. While it was dim and young now, it held the promise of a life worth living. His maturity blooming, his coming of age may have yet passed, but there are trials yet to face. The world, the veins on the wall, the mushrooms on the ground and the orbs illuminating the ceiling faded into darkness as consciousness overtook the Moor Elf's body and he awoke.
The rushing water of the streams just outside bore the young elf welcome to the waking world. He seemed to crane and stretch his neck as he gazed about the simple abode he found himself in once again. He brought himself to his feet and made for the firepit in the corner of the room. He lit up a small fire, drew up a small pot of water and decided upon the various cavern delights to add to his stews. he decided upon chicken, beef and shrooms. He brought the chicken in first, preparing a broth with the warming waters. When he found himself delighted in that task, he supplemented the chicken water with the heavier meat and the lighter shrooms. He added a helping of salt before letting it rest. He moved to his desk and brought out his supplies. A simple wooden easel, a blank sheet of parchment, his brushes and finally, the paints. He set this beside the window gazing out to the city street, rolling up the flap of cloth providing him some modicum of privacy before getting to work, painting a simple marketstall across the street. His mind was racing with the dream he had just had, the realness of it felt tangible. He savored the thought as he labored and shaped the colors on the parchment. The rest of the city now waking. He paused and retrieved his hot breakfast stew. Loving the simple tastes that touched his tongue. He returned to his seat minutes later to find the market now humming with the usual morning commuters. He laid back in his chair as it groaned in aged protest. This was his life, and happy as he was, he yearned for more, he yearned for the color of his sleep. Perhaps now was the time to seek it out for a change. He stood up and walked into the street.
Vocturne
2. How old are you?
20
3. What country are you from? What is your timezone?
USA, Central
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
I've skimmed a few, and read a few more in depth. I've read all of the relevant rules. (Basically all of the rules outside of the purchasing of land)
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming: Bring OOC information into IRP scenarios. Mostly done through means such as discord, general chat, and PMs ingame.
Powergaming: Roleplaying your character in a way that wouldn't be feasible, or roleplaying the actions of someone else's character.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Of course not.
7. Tell us about yourself! Do you have any examples of your work?
I'm from the midwest in the US. I play League, Minecraft (Mostly RP servers), ARK, and Skyrim. I have about 10 years of serious roleplay experience, going all the way back to Wizard101 roleplay. I have a parakeet named Puzzle that I absolutely adore. I exclusively drink my water bottled. My biggest limiter in life is my anxiety. I love EDM.
8. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
No one referred me. I found my way here after searching "Roleplay minecraft servers" into google and trudging through off the minigame servers that put "roleplay" in their tags. When I saw the banner, I saw you guys were a serious RP server. I'm looking to try new RP servers.
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About Your Character!
This section is about the character you intend to use once you join the server.We ask that new players follow these guidelines during this portion of the application:
- Characters begin with basic skills and gear. No advanced armor or weaponry. Skills and abilities are appropriate to a novice level. Skills should be learned through roleplay, not through backstory.
- Characters fit the lore. If you choose to play as a Moor Elf, for example, we expect appearance and details to be fitting with base lore.
- Characters cannot use magic in any way. The test itself should not mention magic either. HollowWorld uses a restricted magic system and it is only accessible to those who find and learn from a teacher in-game.
- Tests should not be violent. No murder, killing, death, torture. In the past, 8 out of 10 applications featured characters fighting off bandits or slaying passersby. We don't want to see how well you can script a fight scene. We want to see how well you can tell a story, how well you can roleplay.
- Be creative and be original. Do not use tests/characters whose home villages were burned, parents murdered, and then set off to be an orphan assassin. It has been done before. Please don't do it again.
- Written portion of the test is required to be a 400 word minimum. If the test doesn't meet the minimum, Staff may ask you to extend the test before the application is considered.
Current Setting of the Server:
The lands of Altera have long been laced with upheaval, supernatural turmoil that would threaten to shatter the realm or tear it asunder. Long, have the peoples of Altera withstood these tribulations, overcoming and persevering through the generations. Only too recently, have they settled the ire of Titans and Gods. Though the days were dark and long, the realm did survive, through tenacity and reverence. The memories of their trials behind them still fresh, the realm sits in a state of unease and angst . . . with eyes on the horizon.
In the skies above, the stars flicker and burn across the auburn colors of the setting sun, streaks of color in the gathering dark. The Realm of Altera awaits . . .
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Character Name:
Arani Veroth
Character Age:
26
Character Race:
Moor Elf
Appearance:
(We just want to make sure things like hair color, eye color, skin color, and clothing is all fitting for the setting/lore we have.)
Arani wears a simple black, furred coat to stave off the cavern chill. There is a dark mustard-colored strips lining the buttons at the center. He wears bronze spectacles more as a means of expression than a need. His skin is a deep ash color with vibrant purple eyes.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
(Attach a picture here if you have one. If you don't have an image, that's fine. Just make sure you describe it well in the appearance section.)
I do not yet have the dark elf version of this skin. The skin I'm intending on using was from a previous RP server that has since died. Rest assured, I'll have the proper skin lined up before RPing on here.
Written Test!
(This is where you tell us a story of your choosing! Be creative. It should be 400 words minimum and use the character you've created above. This is what we use to judge your ability as a roleplayer. Show us how much you've learned by reading our guides and lore. Include anything you think will impress us!)
Arani didn't recall laying down that night. But what else could explain this picturesque scene outside of a dream? The very veins gracing the walls of the stonework seemed to radiate a dim light. The fungi on the dark floor illuminated the area gracing them. He stood upon a small cliff overlooking the city, but there was something else. There were these odd bright orbs suspended from the ceiling, they seemed to pulsate subtly and then die before another in a new area grew. The world seemed to quiet around him as he fixed his gaze to these pseudostars. His keen ears could pick out not even the whispers of the distant stonework city, being drowned out by the delightful beauty of these orbs. To him, each told a story of a bygone Moor Elf. One might have been a famed warrior, praised for their martial skill and bravery while another was a songstress whose talent for poem and performance rivalled none. There was a mage and even a simple merchant. However, there was a singular star, lone on the side. This one was different--felt different. His world and his mind moved, attuned to this 'star.' It was his star. While it was dim and young now, it held the promise of a life worth living. His maturity blooming, his coming of age may have yet passed, but there are trials yet to face. The world, the veins on the wall, the mushrooms on the ground and the orbs illuminating the ceiling faded into darkness as consciousness overtook the Moor Elf's body and he awoke.
The rushing water of the streams just outside bore the young elf welcome to the waking world. He seemed to crane and stretch his neck as he gazed about the simple abode he found himself in once again. He brought himself to his feet and made for the firepit in the corner of the room. He lit up a small fire, drew up a small pot of water and decided upon the various cavern delights to add to his stews. he decided upon chicken, beef and shrooms. He brought the chicken in first, preparing a broth with the warming waters. When he found himself delighted in that task, he supplemented the chicken water with the heavier meat and the lighter shrooms. He added a helping of salt before letting it rest. He moved to his desk and brought out his supplies. A simple wooden easel, a blank sheet of parchment, his brushes and finally, the paints. He set this beside the window gazing out to the city street, rolling up the flap of cloth providing him some modicum of privacy before getting to work, painting a simple marketstall across the street. His mind was racing with the dream he had just had, the realness of it felt tangible. He savored the thought as he labored and shaped the colors on the parchment. The rest of the city now waking. He paused and retrieved his hot breakfast stew. Loving the simple tastes that touched his tongue. He returned to his seat minutes later to find the market now humming with the usual morning commuters. He laid back in his chair as it groaned in aged protest. This was his life, and happy as he was, he yearned for more, he yearned for the color of his sleep. Perhaps now was the time to seek it out for a change. He stood up and walked into the street.
