c0dyc0la
Member
OOC Section
Minecraft Username:C0dyC0la
Discord Username:
c0dyc0la
How did you hear about us?(Referral Bonus):
Found on minecraftservers.org
Are you at or above the age of 18, and do you understand that this is an 18+ community?:
Yes, and also yese.
Have you read over and agree to our rules?:
Yes
Please rewrite OOC Rule #2 in your own words:
Discrimination- being the mistreatment of one based upon aspects such as race, gender, sexuality, religion, country of origin, financial status, disability, or otherwise similar topics- is not allowed and will not be taken lightly. Being discriminatory to any server member, be it Minecraft or Discord, will result in a ban.
In your own words, describe the following:
Metagaming:
Metagaming is when one uses in-game features to give their RP character knowledge they shouldn't have. Such as using a mini-map to hunt a player down, or using visible usernames to ignore a character's disguise. Thus, using game-features to bypass roleplay barriers, and making it unfair for those actually trying to roleplay.
Powergaming:
Powergaming is when one overpowers the actions of others to "ensure" their own RP character's victory (the school ground trick of "actually my dragon's fire breath is more powerful thus you lose!"), effectively godmoding their own character.
Character Name:
Sitruunan Ysbyrdaur
Character Age:
Adult (30s-40s)
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.
He listened to the soft chirping of the morning birds as he walked through town, his leather boots clicking along the stone paths- those two noises taking over the air, while in the background were the noises of shopkeeps opening up their stores for the day. The flowers made spring's air sweet, and the trees offered nice shade from the sun, however anyone could still feel winter's chill not yet fully letting go, still making a jacket necessary for the morning. He couldn't wait until summer. Despite the heat, his favourite flowers and birds would come out, and it's also when the best fruits were harvested. He wished cantaloupes preserved better. Salted meat all winter was filling, sure, but one grew tired of it far too quickly. If anything, the church's wine was always tasty, regardless of season, and this town made what was likely the best ale to ever touch his lips. Yes, despite the flaws in keeping melons during the winter, this town was a blessed little place. Such simple joys could never- nor should ever- be overlooked. Still, even just thinking about the ripe orange flesh of a cantaloupe made his mouth water. "Soon" he reminded himself. "Soon there will be a bountiful harvest, and I'll get to have one again."
