Eviscero
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OOC Section
Minecraft Username: Ev1sceroDiscord Username: .eviscero
How did you hear about us?(Referral Bonus): I just asked around to a bunch of different people and they recommended me here!
Are you at or above the age of 18, and do you understand that this is an 18+ community?: Yes & yes
Have you read over and agree to our rules?: Yes
Please rewrite OOC Rule #2 in your own words: Discriminating, being rude, bullying other's based on their personal creed and identity is not cool nor allowed!
After reviewing the server rules and techlock, give some examples of restricted items: Gunpowder, and anything created after the 1600's.
In your own words, describe the following:
Metagaming: Is when you use OOC ways to obtain IC information, or knowing something out of character and applying it ICly when there's no way you're character would have known that.
Powergaming: Strongarming scenarios without the consent or permission of other people, i.e. during combat. Manipulating other's OOCLY under false pretenses to make decisions their character's normally wouldnt icly.
(This character is a throwaway! I will change them up while I'm still fiddling around with ideas as I get accustomed with the lore.)
Character Name: VicenteCharacter Age: 26
Please write a brief description of a character living within our setting. This is a test to see your creative writing and if you understand the lore provided by the server. This part should be between 200-400 words.
It was late in the day when Vicente decided to commute home from his job at the Sanctuary docks. With only a handful of Imperium Quarters stowed haphazardly within the depths of his knapsack as he pulled himself up onto a covered cart. He was a Southern human of medium stature and dark skin, dark curls begging to reach the tips of his shoulders as they bounced with each movement within the cart. The heat was thick from the summer sun, but he was used to it now, as any Qal'Sharim would be. His resilience to the sun was in his blood, in his skin. And as the sun set below the simmering horizon, Vicente could only dream of what life would bring tomorrow. His thumb gently smoothing over a pendant for the Deity, The Mother, hung around his neck. Honeyed eyes glaze upwards to peek through a tear in the curtain above him to look at the darkening sky, the faint glimmer of the Queen's Lily his last view before he doze off into a quiet slumber.
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