1. What is your Minecraft username?
Flobin_
2. How old are you?
20
3. What country are you from?
Canada
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conduct, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yes I have
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is basically cheating in information for roleplay. For example using OOC information ICly even though your character would have no logical way of knowing. Powergaming is pretty much God-Mode. Ex: Immune to everything, never loses, never dies, has no weaknesses, always perfect. Dodges, parries and blocks every move in a battle.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Nada
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Ayda
8 Tell us about yourself
My name is Rowan, I have been doing minecraft roleplaying for 5 years, spanning from Uthrandir, Vivere, Myaeron, Massivecraft, Odrea Roleplay
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
I found you guys looking for MCRP servers.
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:
Character Name:
Jolek
Pronounced in Elven: Yolek
Pronounced in Common: Jo·lek
Jolek Cydris:
Jolek Cydris is a non-traditional moor elf. He was raised above the ground in a swamp shantytown called Skralos. It was fronted by Dwarven elite, of whom enslaved an entire flock of Moor elf migrates and forced them into a labour class system of which to mine, refine and export tar, for lubrication, preservative and fuelling reasons. [Forging and Lamp oils]. Skralos also had an underground trading system in which gangs of Moor elves would move things outside the watch of their dwarven usurpers. Jolek left at a young age from Skralos, making a name for himself throughout the land. A non-traditional Moor is one that doesn’t live underground or counts himself associated into the drow hierarchy. He has no traditional background. And doesn't really see his race as the most defining feature of his own character.
Character Age:
Fourty Nine
Character Race:
Moor Elf
Appearance:
Jolek is quite the refined Moor elf. He stands at 6'2" and weighs roughly 180lbs (82kg). He has sharp features from his lemon-shaped Eyes to his heavy jaw. He has crisp white hair, always kept moderately short. His arms almost hang below his knees, giving him a wingspan of over six feet itself. His palms are wide, his fingers in comparison look flat, thin and bumpy. He has small pursed lips and a long Roman nose. Jolek, unlike many other Elves, can grow facial hair, although it comes out white and stubbly and isn't the most pleasing to the eye. He's pretty noticeable within a crowd because of his Lavender skin and height.
IT'S JUST BEEN REVOKED
Written Test!
Jolek’s words to his ship captain had referred to the removal of his boxes and other effects from his lodgings on Leaking Star. The work was not heavy, but it had much been hindered on account of the frequent pauses necessitated by the exclamations of surprise of each and every event he carried upon the ship. Of which the good captain had brushed off himself, but the sailors of the ship more joked about on account of Jolek’s inexperience on a marine vessel.
At the last moment of leaving the port, Jolek had been detained by the important customers, whom, even in the exceptional circumstances, he was not the man to neglect. Especially curious ones wondering about strange goods from abroad. Moreover, there was a convenience in some of the shipmates, arriving at the designated INN. Nobody there knew as of yet his idiosyncratic accommodations. Having a room nearest to an exit or stairwell. Which had an extra set of lamps brought into it, all paid for so he could conduct his work in this room. He had, therefore, sent a letter of his specific lodgings, in a hired Brougham; whilst he went across the country to a certain group of wheat and barley ricks he was told of a few miles off, telling of the hour at which he might be expected the same evening. This accounted for this horse and buggy trotting out to meet him after their separation of more than four hours. By a strenuous effort, after leaving Mockingbay, and then coming back from an educational conversation about the fermentation of barley and other grains. He had made it back to the INN for supper. After finishing off a supplementary amount of stew, rabbits leg, and bread - just as he had finished he looked up from the table to see the burly Innkeep walking over him to stop at his table with a flat expression.
“I already paid” Jolek concluded assumingly.
The Innkeep shook his head. Holding out a letter to him, stamped with a brown wax seal impacted with an embroidered ‘C’ on it. Jolek looked up to him. Surprised at first, but relieved his face of this short emotion realizing this man was just passing along the letter to the rightful recipient.
“I see. Do you know who handed this to you?” he inquires.
“Ahh, he didn’t say a word ‘bout his business. Just told me who ye were. Handed me off your accommodation letter uh’swell. Was wearin’ a hat.
“Had a beard ‘n’ specs. Here’s yer key.”
Jolek takes the letter and key thanking the man; placing the key on the table. After the Innkeeper turned to leave, he split open the sealed letter, pulling out the parchment.
Reading:
Dear Sir,
Pleasant regards on you reaching the continent!
I expect thoust inform me of your strides in progress as you operate within the deeply uncharted. I reiterate, if you extend yourself fervently, let your own history become your downfall. You are not protected. The gain here is your establishment. This right of passage was not earned by you alone. And you are to update me weekly unless specified by me. Or unless your work disposes you of such.
IMPORTANT:
One of our agents amid many Sable’s intercepted information of a dancer entering the continent. We are unsure if you are compromised, but we are to believe your cover is still ambiguous at best. Establish contact with this woman. We are attentive to the Sable’s involvement here. Perhaps a new sapling of the family is being accessorized to these parts. It would be conducive if you inform us of who she is immediately so we can do an investigation on our side.
Legion is Liberty
Emry Copperfield
Jolek promptly stands, grabbing the key, folding up the letter and slipping it into the inside of his coat. Taking his saddlebags over his shoulder. He takes the plate up to the bar table of the INN, leaving it there.
“Thanks again,” He says, nodding as he heads to his room, settling in for the night. All his belongings sit nicely around the room.
“Pays to have it your way.” He says with a grin.
Jolek burns the letter the next chance he gets.
Flobin_
2. How old are you?
20
3. What country are you from?
Canada
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conduct, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yes I have
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming is basically cheating in information for roleplay. For example using OOC information ICly even though your character would have no logical way of knowing. Powergaming is pretty much God-Mode. Ex: Immune to everything, never loses, never dies, has no weaknesses, always perfect. Dodges, parries and blocks every move in a battle.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Nada
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Ayda
8 Tell us about yourself
My name is Rowan, I have been doing minecraft roleplaying for 5 years, spanning from Uthrandir, Vivere, Myaeron, Massivecraft, Odrea Roleplay
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
I found you guys looking for MCRP servers.
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:
Character Name:
Jolek
Pronounced in Elven: Yolek
Pronounced in Common: Jo·lek
Jolek Cydris:
Jolek Cydris is a non-traditional moor elf. He was raised above the ground in a swamp shantytown called Skralos. It was fronted by Dwarven elite, of whom enslaved an entire flock of Moor elf migrates and forced them into a labour class system of which to mine, refine and export tar, for lubrication, preservative and fuelling reasons. [Forging and Lamp oils]. Skralos also had an underground trading system in which gangs of Moor elves would move things outside the watch of their dwarven usurpers. Jolek left at a young age from Skralos, making a name for himself throughout the land. A non-traditional Moor is one that doesn’t live underground or counts himself associated into the drow hierarchy. He has no traditional background. And doesn't really see his race as the most defining feature of his own character.
Character Age:
Fourty Nine
Character Race:
Moor Elf
Appearance:
Jolek is quite the refined Moor elf. He stands at 6'2" and weighs roughly 180lbs (82kg). He has sharp features from his lemon-shaped Eyes to his heavy jaw. He has crisp white hair, always kept moderately short. His arms almost hang below his knees, giving him a wingspan of over six feet itself. His palms are wide, his fingers in comparison look flat, thin and bumpy. He has small pursed lips and a long Roman nose. Jolek, unlike many other Elves, can grow facial hair, although it comes out white and stubbly and isn't the most pleasing to the eye. He's pretty noticeable within a crowd because of his Lavender skin and height.
IT'S JUST BEEN REVOKED
Written Test!
Jolek’s words to his ship captain had referred to the removal of his boxes and other effects from his lodgings on Leaking Star. The work was not heavy, but it had much been hindered on account of the frequent pauses necessitated by the exclamations of surprise of each and every event he carried upon the ship. Of which the good captain had brushed off himself, but the sailors of the ship more joked about on account of Jolek’s inexperience on a marine vessel.
At the last moment of leaving the port, Jolek had been detained by the important customers, whom, even in the exceptional circumstances, he was not the man to neglect. Especially curious ones wondering about strange goods from abroad. Moreover, there was a convenience in some of the shipmates, arriving at the designated INN. Nobody there knew as of yet his idiosyncratic accommodations. Having a room nearest to an exit or stairwell. Which had an extra set of lamps brought into it, all paid for so he could conduct his work in this room. He had, therefore, sent a letter of his specific lodgings, in a hired Brougham; whilst he went across the country to a certain group of wheat and barley ricks he was told of a few miles off, telling of the hour at which he might be expected the same evening. This accounted for this horse and buggy trotting out to meet him after their separation of more than four hours. By a strenuous effort, after leaving Mockingbay, and then coming back from an educational conversation about the fermentation of barley and other grains. He had made it back to the INN for supper. After finishing off a supplementary amount of stew, rabbits leg, and bread - just as he had finished he looked up from the table to see the burly Innkeep walking over him to stop at his table with a flat expression.
“I already paid” Jolek concluded assumingly.
The Innkeep shook his head. Holding out a letter to him, stamped with a brown wax seal impacted with an embroidered ‘C’ on it. Jolek looked up to him. Surprised at first, but relieved his face of this short emotion realizing this man was just passing along the letter to the rightful recipient.
“I see. Do you know who handed this to you?” he inquires.
“Ahh, he didn’t say a word ‘bout his business. Just told me who ye were. Handed me off your accommodation letter uh’swell. Was wearin’ a hat.
“Had a beard ‘n’ specs. Here’s yer key.”
Jolek takes the letter and key thanking the man; placing the key on the table. After the Innkeeper turned to leave, he split open the sealed letter, pulling out the parchment.
Reading:
Dear Sir,
Pleasant regards on you reaching the continent!
I expect thoust inform me of your strides in progress as you operate within the deeply uncharted. I reiterate, if you extend yourself fervently, let your own history become your downfall. You are not protected. The gain here is your establishment. This right of passage was not earned by you alone. And you are to update me weekly unless specified by me. Or unless your work disposes you of such.
IMPORTANT:
One of our agents amid many Sable’s intercepted information of a dancer entering the continent. We are unsure if you are compromised, but we are to believe your cover is still ambiguous at best. Establish contact with this woman. We are attentive to the Sable’s involvement here. Perhaps a new sapling of the family is being accessorized to these parts. It would be conducive if you inform us of who she is immediately so we can do an investigation on our side.
Legion is Liberty
Emry Copperfield
Jolek promptly stands, grabbing the key, folding up the letter and slipping it into the inside of his coat. Taking his saddlebags over his shoulder. He takes the plate up to the bar table of the INN, leaving it there.
“Thanks again,” He says, nodding as he heads to his room, settling in for the night. All his belongings sit nicely around the room.
“Pays to have it your way.” He says with a grin.
Jolek burns the letter the next chance he gets.
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