Barbee
Villager
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Barbee
2. How old are you?
16 years old
3. What country are you from?
Americas
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yes
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming: Using ooc information that you've gained-- icly, basically failrping.
Powergaming: Giving yourself an unfair advantage icly.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Shao
8. Tell us about yourself!
I really enjoy playing Rainbow Six Siege, and reading the comic Scott Pilgrim vs the World. One of my favorite games is Legend of Zelda (Majoras Mask) and Kingdom Hearts (The first game) and I have a pretty good sense of humor.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
(This question is optional! Are you an artist? A builder? A writer? If you want to show off some of your work, we'd love to see it! You can upload a file at the bottom of the page to attach some pictures if you like! If you don't have anything you want to show, that is perfectly fine. Don't worry.)
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
I just found it, through searching for medieval roleplays.
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:
A'Ilythyrra Nerileth
Character Age:
30
Character Race:
Silver Elf
Appearance:
A pale toned elf female, who averages at the height of 5'9", her features are rather soft yet defined. Her hair falls passed her face and would be a dark shade of black, complimenting her light toned silver eyes. She'd wear a serious and slightly annoyed expression, her figure being a slim yet slightly lean one. She wore a slim fitting dress-- but it wouldn't be apparent as her head and body were covered by a large hood. Her face had a slight flush of crimson upon her nose and cheeks and she appeared quite cold, only slightly unapproachable.
(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.)
Written Test!
(just for info, Thyrra is her nickname, as her name is quite long)
Thyrra entered the tavern, a hood resting upon her head, covering any definable features she had-- taking a seat next to a bearded man who was seemingly human-- who just so happened to be sitting at the bar. The man analyzed her face, her posture and tried to make a face out of what he saw next to him, giving her a soft and welcoming greeting “Greetings! You don’t come here often’ do ya’?”-- but the female didn’t respond in fact she was rather quiet-- she didn’t even acknowledge the man next to her but she did make the decision to remove her hood, revealing her race, as her pointed ears poked out from her head-- she looked like your normal Silver Elf...despite the fact she looked absolutely pissed off, only a little intimidating though.
After a while, since the man was ignored, he decided maybe it was smart to take his leave, quite the awkward interaction he just had. Thyrra finally acknowledged the man as he stood, taking in his overall appearance, from head to toe, making mental notes of the men she had just spoken to, with the same cold expression resting on her face. The man also recognized this sudden acknowledgment she had given him, giving the female a subtle yet noticeable smile. She took this chance to make direct eye contact with him, her expression remaining as it was. It sent a small chill down the man's back, leaving questions wandering through his head. Thyrra shook her head, returning her attention onto the bar before her mumbling something to herself. The man was displeased with her behavior, sitting himself back down whilst saying “You’ got somethin’ to say?”. In response, Thyrra shook her head, giving the man a quiet and quick response “No.”, she said in an almost sarcastic voice as she gestured to the man behind the bar to get her a drink. The man was almost shocked by the slight attitude of the stranger, but kept his composure.
She simply gave the man a glare as he stared at her, seeming rather uncomfortable with his presence. As she received her drink which was just a plain mug of water, she directed her eyes onto the liquid inside of the cup. He eventually got bored of the very distant and quiet conversation, removing himself from his seat and exiting the bar. As the man left she slid her hood back on, feeling the tapping that her leg was doing slow down into one of stillness-- she let out a quiet and calm sigh of relief… she hated conversation, as she really had nothing to say, and didn’t want to say anything. (Thyrra was a very conserved person, questions bothered her.) As the girl finished her drink, she took her leave from the tavern, continuing on her journey, in search of who knows what
(Didn't know if I should've keep the dialogue below or not, so just left it)
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, the realm tangled with the Behemoth Qlippoth, awakened by monsoon rains and with which came the Ashen Blight plague and eldritch abominations. Though the days were dark and long, the realm did survive, through its tenacity and reverence. The memories of the 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 heavens fall and burn across the auburn colors of the setting sun, streaks of color in the gathering dark. The Realm of Altera awaits . . .
Barbee
2. How old are you?
16 years old
3. What country are you from?
Americas
4. Have you read the King's Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides yet?
Yes
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming: Using ooc information that you've gained-- icly, basically failrping.
Powergaming: Giving yourself an unfair advantage icly.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
No
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Shao
8. Tell us about yourself!
I really enjoy playing Rainbow Six Siege, and reading the comic Scott Pilgrim vs the World. One of my favorite games is Legend of Zelda (Majoras Mask) and Kingdom Hearts (The first game) and I have a pretty good sense of humor.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
(This question is optional! Are you an artist? A builder? A writer? If you want to show off some of your work, we'd love to see it! You can upload a file at the bottom of the page to attach some pictures if you like! If you don't have anything you want to show, that is perfectly fine. Don't worry.)
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
I just found it, through searching for medieval roleplays.
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.
Character Name:
A'Ilythyrra Nerileth
Character Age:
30
Character Race:
Silver Elf
Appearance:
A pale toned elf female, who averages at the height of 5'9", her features are rather soft yet defined. Her hair falls passed her face and would be a dark shade of black, complimenting her light toned silver eyes. She'd wear a serious and slightly annoyed expression, her figure being a slim yet slightly lean one. She wore a slim fitting dress-- but it wouldn't be apparent as her head and body were covered by a large hood. Her face had a slight flush of crimson upon her nose and cheeks and she appeared quite cold, only slightly unapproachable.
(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.)
Written Test!
(just for info, Thyrra is her nickname, as her name is quite long)
Thyrra entered the tavern, a hood resting upon her head, covering any definable features she had-- taking a seat next to a bearded man who was seemingly human-- who just so happened to be sitting at the bar. The man analyzed her face, her posture and tried to make a face out of what he saw next to him, giving her a soft and welcoming greeting “Greetings! You don’t come here often’ do ya’?”-- but the female didn’t respond in fact she was rather quiet-- she didn’t even acknowledge the man next to her but she did make the decision to remove her hood, revealing her race, as her pointed ears poked out from her head-- she looked like your normal Silver Elf...despite the fact she looked absolutely pissed off, only a little intimidating though.
After a while, since the man was ignored, he decided maybe it was smart to take his leave, quite the awkward interaction he just had. Thyrra finally acknowledged the man as he stood, taking in his overall appearance, from head to toe, making mental notes of the men she had just spoken to, with the same cold expression resting on her face. The man also recognized this sudden acknowledgment she had given him, giving the female a subtle yet noticeable smile. She took this chance to make direct eye contact with him, her expression remaining as it was. It sent a small chill down the man's back, leaving questions wandering through his head. Thyrra shook her head, returning her attention onto the bar before her mumbling something to herself. The man was displeased with her behavior, sitting himself back down whilst saying “You’ got somethin’ to say?”. In response, Thyrra shook her head, giving the man a quiet and quick response “No.”, she said in an almost sarcastic voice as she gestured to the man behind the bar to get her a drink. The man was almost shocked by the slight attitude of the stranger, but kept his composure.
She simply gave the man a glare as he stared at her, seeming rather uncomfortable with his presence. As she received her drink which was just a plain mug of water, she directed her eyes onto the liquid inside of the cup. He eventually got bored of the very distant and quiet conversation, removing himself from his seat and exiting the bar. As the man left she slid her hood back on, feeling the tapping that her leg was doing slow down into one of stillness-- she let out a quiet and calm sigh of relief… she hated conversation, as she really had nothing to say, and didn’t want to say anything. (Thyrra was a very conserved person, questions bothered her.) As the girl finished her drink, she took her leave from the tavern, continuing on her journey, in search of who knows what
(Didn't know if I should've keep the dialogue below or not, so just left it)
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, the realm tangled with the Behemoth Qlippoth, awakened by monsoon rains and with which came the Ashen Blight plague and eldritch abominations. Though the days were dark and long, the realm did survive, through its tenacity and reverence. The memories of the 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 heavens fall and burn across the auburn colors of the setting sun, streaks of color in the gathering dark. The Realm of Altera awaits . . .
