Post by versace on Jun 25, 2017 6:14:03 GMT
Minecraft username:
Verseailles
Do you have any role-playing experience? If so can you tell us examples?
I've been roleplaying for about five years.
In your own words, define Powergaming.
Powergaming is when someone seems to be invincible.
In your own words, define Metagaming.
Metagaming is an "out of character" action where the player makes apparent use of knowledge the character might not know in RP.
In your own words, what is Roleplaying to you?
Roleplaying is writing as a character/emoting their responses.
How old are you? (Note, this is a PG13+ Server, there will be stuff like death,gore, and other graphic things that will happen within the server.)
15
Have you read the rules and agree to follow them? (Y/N)
Y
State a rule in which you think is most effective, and how it impacts roleplay.
I can appreciate the whole Consent Rule- if someone killed my character, it would be a major setback.
How did you find out about Mirrasil? If a player who was it?
Google
Why do you wish to join Mirrasil?
I need some spice in m'life. B)
Anything else you wish to add or tell us about yourself? (This does not affect your whitelist)
Nothing really!
What is your favorite pie?
Keylime
What is your least liked color?
Neon
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Hey there- this will be a throw-away character made for this application. My actual character will be much more fleshed out, thank you.
Character name:
Alexander Arreveli
Character race:
Human
Character age and gender:
25/Male
Character Personality: Despite his lazy youth, Alexander has grown into a hard-working, determined person. An apprentice at socialization, he is a family man at heart, and would much rather prefer spending a night with his siblings than out and about.
Character Description:
Small beginnings, small town, nothing is tremendously interesting about the man. His name is Alexander, and he was born to a middle-income family of human farmers outside the city limits. Growing up he didn't take that much interest in getting an education or learning. The halcyon days of his youth were spent lounging by his family pond or socializing with the common folk traversing through the cities. It wasn't until Alexander had became a young man where he begun getting involved in schooling. What inspired him to work hard was his father's death, and him being the oldest, it was his responsibility to support his family.
He stands at about 5'9, and has a clean shaven, neat appearance. His eyes are comparable to tree bark, and his hair is blonde. Years of hard work made his body robust and muscular, and under his clothing, you'll be able to see multiple scars and bruises. Usually he sports a pair of dark, roughly used boots, with tan pants and a type of button up shirt. Over that, he usually wears what seems to be a black trench-coat. Some would call his fashion sense plain and boring. Alexander isn't social, but he wouldn't be considered an introvert either. Usually he doesn't seek the companionship of others, but if someone were to visit him, he wouldn't mind the conversation.
The man usually can be found at home, working and writing, and is very open minded. Despite his father dying, he has a large family on his mother's side, and has three younger brothers and a younger sister. When it comes to romantic relationships, he has no interest in them. A tragic, whirlwind romance he had as a teenager painted a bad picture, making him sick to the stomach with any thought of rekindling any sort of affection with another person.
Character Backstory:
(At least 2-3 Paragraphs, on your character’s history and experiences in life.):
^^ included up there if that's okay !
Character’s Skills:
His father taught him how to defend himself at a young age. Alexander has a proficient ability in hand-to-hand combat, spending his free time indulging in spars in his boyhood.`
--
Clouds of monotonous grey blur the once blue skies, rain heavily crashing down. You keep walking through the rain.. An endless journey, until you happen to stumble upon a tavern, which seems to be open. You enter it with hope, before a sense of warmth and security filling you in the filled tavern. You manage to find an empty table by a window, so you decide to sit there. You seem to daydream.. Up until the point a woman with kind hazel eyes sits in front of you with a soft smile.
You are sitting inside a tavern, a woman with a kind smile and soothing voice sits in front of you.. Something about her seems rather open and freeing. She proceeds to ask you something.
“What is your name, unfamiliar one?”
Your Answer:
The woman nods in acknowledgment to your answer, a flicker of curiosity sparking in her eyes.
“Ah, well met. My name is Myra. So, where do you come from? You seem to be travelling alone..”
As you spoke, a warmth filled Myra’s eyes, almost a feeling of nostalgia. She would nod and make an ‘Mhm’ noise to show she was listening, retaining eye contact with you.
Your Answer:
“Interesting. . What do you do for a living, to make money-? Or rather, what skills do you find yourself somewhat knowing?”
Your Answer:
As you told her of your skills, Myra would briefly tilt her head in thought, as she spoke, her tone laced with interest.
“Are you a wielder of magic?”
Your Answer:
The rain had eventually been dominated by silence, the sun once again pouring down it's golden rays to warm the earth, a single sun ray beaming through the window. Myra would tilt her head towards the window, before sighing softly.* "It has been nice speaking to you, though I'm afraid I must take my leave now. May fate allow our paths to cross once more."
Verseailles
Do you have any role-playing experience? If so can you tell us examples?
I've been roleplaying for about five years.
In your own words, define Powergaming.
Powergaming is when someone seems to be invincible.
In your own words, define Metagaming.
Metagaming is an "out of character" action where the player makes apparent use of knowledge the character might not know in RP.
In your own words, what is Roleplaying to you?
Roleplaying is writing as a character/emoting their responses.
How old are you? (Note, this is a PG13+ Server, there will be stuff like death,gore, and other graphic things that will happen within the server.)
15
Have you read the rules and agree to follow them? (Y/N)
Y
State a rule in which you think is most effective, and how it impacts roleplay.
I can appreciate the whole Consent Rule- if someone killed my character, it would be a major setback.
How did you find out about Mirrasil? If a player who was it?
Why do you wish to join Mirrasil?
I need some spice in m'life. B)
Anything else you wish to add or tell us about yourself? (This does not affect your whitelist)
Nothing really!
What is your favorite pie?
Keylime
What is your least liked color?
Neon
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Hey there- this will be a throw-away character made for this application. My actual character will be much more fleshed out, thank you.
Character name:
Alexander Arreveli
Character race:
Human
Character age and gender:
25/Male
Character Personality: Despite his lazy youth, Alexander has grown into a hard-working, determined person. An apprentice at socialization, he is a family man at heart, and would much rather prefer spending a night with his siblings than out and about.
Character Description:
Small beginnings, small town, nothing is tremendously interesting about the man. His name is Alexander, and he was born to a middle-income family of human farmers outside the city limits. Growing up he didn't take that much interest in getting an education or learning. The halcyon days of his youth were spent lounging by his family pond or socializing with the common folk traversing through the cities. It wasn't until Alexander had became a young man where he begun getting involved in schooling. What inspired him to work hard was his father's death, and him being the oldest, it was his responsibility to support his family.
He stands at about 5'9, and has a clean shaven, neat appearance. His eyes are comparable to tree bark, and his hair is blonde. Years of hard work made his body robust and muscular, and under his clothing, you'll be able to see multiple scars and bruises. Usually he sports a pair of dark, roughly used boots, with tan pants and a type of button up shirt. Over that, he usually wears what seems to be a black trench-coat. Some would call his fashion sense plain and boring. Alexander isn't social, but he wouldn't be considered an introvert either. Usually he doesn't seek the companionship of others, but if someone were to visit him, he wouldn't mind the conversation.
The man usually can be found at home, working and writing, and is very open minded. Despite his father dying, he has a large family on his mother's side, and has three younger brothers and a younger sister. When it comes to romantic relationships, he has no interest in them. A tragic, whirlwind romance he had as a teenager painted a bad picture, making him sick to the stomach with any thought of rekindling any sort of affection with another person.
Character Backstory:
(At least 2-3 Paragraphs, on your character’s history and experiences in life.):
^^ included up there if that's okay !
Character’s Skills:
His father taught him how to defend himself at a young age. Alexander has a proficient ability in hand-to-hand combat, spending his free time indulging in spars in his boyhood.`
--
Clouds of monotonous grey blur the once blue skies, rain heavily crashing down. You keep walking through the rain.. An endless journey, until you happen to stumble upon a tavern, which seems to be open. You enter it with hope, before a sense of warmth and security filling you in the filled tavern. You manage to find an empty table by a window, so you decide to sit there. You seem to daydream.. Up until the point a woman with kind hazel eyes sits in front of you with a soft smile.
You are sitting inside a tavern, a woman with a kind smile and soothing voice sits in front of you.. Something about her seems rather open and freeing. She proceeds to ask you something.
“What is your name, unfamiliar one?”
Your Answer:
The woman nods in acknowledgment to your answer, a flicker of curiosity sparking in her eyes.
“Ah, well met. My name is Myra. So, where do you come from? You seem to be travelling alone..”
As you spoke, a warmth filled Myra’s eyes, almost a feeling of nostalgia. She would nod and make an ‘Mhm’ noise to show she was listening, retaining eye contact with you.
Your Answer:
“Interesting. . What do you do for a living, to make money-? Or rather, what skills do you find yourself somewhat knowing?”
Your Answer:
As you told her of your skills, Myra would briefly tilt her head in thought, as she spoke, her tone laced with interest.
“Are you a wielder of magic?”
Your Answer:
The rain had eventually been dominated by silence, the sun once again pouring down it's golden rays to warm the earth, a single sun ray beaming through the window. Myra would tilt her head towards the window, before sighing softly.* "It has been nice speaking to you, though I'm afraid I must take my leave now. May fate allow our paths to cross once more."
