1. What is your Minecraft username?
Flobin_
2. How old are you?
23
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
8 Tell us about yourself
My name is Rowan, I have been doing roleplaying for more than 10 years, on Minecraft, I have been across every MCRP server you can think of.
Examples:
Uthrandir, Vivere, Myaeron, Massivecraft, Odrea, Osria 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 Drow/Dark elf. He was raised above ground in a swamp shanty town called Skralos. It was fronted by Dwarven elite, of whom enslaved an entire flock of Dark elf migrates and forced them into a labour class system of which to mine, refine and export tar, for lubrication, preservative and fuelling reasons. Skralos also had an underground trading system in which gangs of Dark 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 Drow is one that doesn’t live underground or counts himself associated into the drow hierarchy.
Character Age:
53
Character Race:
Dark Elf
Appearance: Lavender skin, shock of white hair, a prominent upper and lower jutting jaw structure, Thick & flat horizontal eyebrows, red & green Lemon-shaped eyes, a rounded forehead and top, a sharp nose and a spiked or coiffed low juvenile hairline. Standing at 6’2 185-190 lbs
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
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 of strange goods from abroad. Moreover, there was a convenience in some of the shipmates, arriving him 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 the room. He had, therefore, sent a letter of his 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 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 then 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, and 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 own establishment. This right of passage was not earned by you alone. And you are to update me weekly, unless specified by me. Unless your work disposes you of such.
IMPORTANT:
One of our agents in the midst of many Sable’s intercepted information of a dancer entering the continent. We are unsure if you are compromised yourself, 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 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 the the bartable 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 set nicely around the room.
“Pays to have it your way.” He says with a grin.
Flobin_
2. How old are you?
23
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
8 Tell us about yourself
My name is Rowan, I have been doing roleplaying for more than 10 years, on Minecraft, I have been across every MCRP server you can think of.
Examples:
Uthrandir, Vivere, Myaeron, Massivecraft, Odrea, Osria 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 Drow/Dark elf. He was raised above ground in a swamp shanty town called Skralos. It was fronted by Dwarven elite, of whom enslaved an entire flock of Dark elf migrates and forced them into a labour class system of which to mine, refine and export tar, for lubrication, preservative and fuelling reasons. Skralos also had an underground trading system in which gangs of Dark 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 Drow is one that doesn’t live underground or counts himself associated into the drow hierarchy.
Character Age:
53
Character Race:
Dark Elf
Appearance: Lavender skin, shock of white hair, a prominent upper and lower jutting jaw structure, Thick & flat horizontal eyebrows, red & green Lemon-shaped eyes, a rounded forehead and top, a sharp nose and a spiked or coiffed low juvenile hairline. Standing at 6’2 185-190 lbs
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
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 of strange goods from abroad. Moreover, there was a convenience in some of the shipmates, arriving him 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 the room. He had, therefore, sent a letter of his 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 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 then 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, and 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 own establishment. This right of passage was not earned by you alone. And you are to update me weekly, unless specified by me. Unless your work disposes you of such.
IMPORTANT:
One of our agents in the midst of many Sable’s intercepted information of a dancer entering the continent. We are unsure if you are compromised yourself, 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 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 the the bartable 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 set nicely around the room.
“Pays to have it your way.” He says with a grin.
