Minecraft Username:
BcParadise
How old are you?:
18
What is your timezone?:
Central Time
Do you have skype?:
I do! I believe a few of you have it, too.
Do you have a microphone?:
I do!
How long have you been a part of our community?:
Couple weeks, I think?
How often can you be online?:
Pretty much everyday after 4:00 PM, or so. Obviously things come up.
What experience do you have in roleplaying?:
I started off RPing on Warcraft III oh so many years ago, then I moved to Minecraft RP after a long hiatus, then I switched to Skype RP for quite a bit. My application was more detailed, but I can also count the weeks I’ve been on this server here too. I think.
What experience do you have in administering/moderating?:
Previous servers and other groups I’ve taken up slight leadership roles wherever possible, and during many of the Warcraft III RP games that Varzkkar and I hosted, I was put in charge of dealing with the players in the lobby/game. I’ve been a moderator on previous Minecraft servers in general, so I understand what it takes.
Why do you want to be a moderator?:
I want to be able to help this community and server grow by however I can. I’ve already been helping off to the side unofficially.
Why should you be an RP moderator?:
Because I think I should be able to help out with various things the server needs/might need. More than anything, I want to help out.
Define powergaming:
An action or doing something that does not take the consent of the other player into consideration, or caring at all. These actions can be stealing, injuring or even killing someone.
Define metagaming:
Using knowledge you are aware of Out of Character, and using it In-Character when your character should not know it, or have any way to know about it.
List, in your view, the five most important rules:
{-No powergaming (forcing someone to do something without giving them any choice in the matter)}
Yeah. This. This rule seems like a guideline in way, because despite everything, things we hear in OOC are going to affect our mindset one way, or another.
{-No metagaming, or provoking metagaming (using information gained out of character while in character, or giving }
It’s always terrible for someone to stab you in the back (Literally and figuratively), then to find out they stole from your chests without asking. I also generally play warriors/fighters, so knowing that they can’t insta-kill my characters, or any other characters,
{-Use a skin relevant to your character and the roleplay.}
It’s surprisingly hard to RP with an elf that has a skin of a dwarf or an orc. Immersion just gets destroyed at that point
{-Cybering and all types of sexual roleplay (consensual or not) are not allowed under any circumstance.}
That gets weird so please for the love of mercy, keep this as a rule. Maybe make it bigger font too. Rape, or anything sexual in RP is just awkward, so awkward and judging by stories I’ve heard and things I’ve experienced, a lot of time there’s bullying involved.
{-To kill without provocation, be psychotic or otherwise mentally ill, and commit any extreme criminal acts (such as mass arson), you need to have an accepted Evils Application.}
Mentally unstable characters should not just be a thing, and random murder should not just be a thing. It’s not just a thing that happens and it’s a bit disgusting how many people chose to just ‘make’ their characters mentally ill because it.
Do you understand that this position does not put you above other players?:
I understand that completely.
Do you understand that this position means higher expectations, and requires closer adherence of the rules?:
Of course, I would have it no other way.
Do you fully understand the rules, and the reasons behind them?:
I do! I can only see good things in the rules, and I don’t exactly disagree with any of them.
Do you understand that if you are accepted, it is possible for you to be demoted at any time, due to inactivity, abuse of power, a breach of the rules, or if the admins feel you aren’t acting up to the expectations given?:
Of course, I’d be sorely disappointed if you didn’t follow through on that.
Explain the importance of respect when dealing with players:
Players are people, that much is obvious. When dealing with people, anyone at all, there are things humans need to know about one enough before interactions can be made, hence why some people are profiled in a certain way by everyone. With that comes respect, and if you’re going to be in a place of power and respect, you must give everyone else that same respect they give you.
Do you have a google email, and are you familiar with how to use the google drive?:
I do have a google drive and email account, and I’m quite familiar with it’s uses.
Would you be interested in being a member of the event team?:
I could help out, and try and get things organized if need be.
If so, would you be willing to write proposals for your event ideas?:
Of course!
Would you be interested in being a member of the building team?:
I could help out if things require it, but I’m not the best.
If so, can you give an example of your work?:
I could look through screenshots, if you do want some.
Would you be interested in being a member of the tech team?:
Not particularly. Unless you need someone to smack a wrench into a bundle of wires, I’m pretty useless at codding.
If so, do you have experience working with plugins?:
Nope! Not even a little experience. I did help Varz with testing, however, so I’m a grade A, certified test subject.
Scenarios:
1. Two players are having an altercation over an IC action. What are your steps to resolve it?:
Well, first and foremost I would try and get the argument from other players, if they are there. I’ve seen things get out of hand when it’s just two people having a little spat because everyone else was chipping in their two cents. There, wherever there may be, I would get them both to calmly explain what they are upset about, then try and work things from there.
2. A player is clearly powergaming, but no one seems to mind. What do you do?:
Take them aside, and use a one-on-one messaging service (Ingame or skype) and explain to them what is happening, and how despite no one seeming to mind it, it is still wrong. If they are confused, I’d continue to ‘sit down’ with them and give them examples on how to fix their actions and make them less powergamey.
3. Several players claim they are from another land not included in the lore and begin roleplaying. What do you do?:
I would explain to them that their ‘imported’ or ‘added’ lore is not supported, and that before they can continue roleplay they must fix that and I would ‘sit down’ with them to guide them on doing so after giving a small report to an admin or other mods to keep an eye on what they say after we’re done.
4. Several players form a House without permission. What do you do?:
I would, like the previous situations, look over what they plan to do with their house, and if it fits the prerequisites and requirements, then we could talk with another admin or mod about having them form it officially.
5. A player is confused on several aspects of roleplay. What do you do to help him?:
It’d be simply, and hopefully painless for both of us. I’d arrange a one-on-one meeting with the player(s) in game, or even out, and put is through some scenarios that’d highlight where they’re going wrong, and then we’ll work through the mistakes together until things are correct.
BcParadise What is your age: 18 What is your timezone: Central Time (US & Canada)
What experience do you have in roleplaying?: First encounter in roleplay would have been around eight years ago on Warcraft III. That is, of course, if we’re not counting the years of pretending with friends. On Warcraft III (Reign of Chaos and The Frozen Throne), I eventually met this guy named Varzkkar, otherwise known as MagmaLava at the time before he had his identity crisis. There, I experimented with the custom RP maps, and even some chat-channel RPs (Didn’t go over very well for the most part). It’d be a bit before I moved on from Warcraft III to other waters, like Minecraft. I’ve been RPing in Minecraft for a good three or so years now, although I can’t actually get a good date on it, and that hasn’t been three consecutive years of Minecraft RP; I’ve taken breaks where they were needed, which was a lot honestly. But between those three years and breaks, I did copious amounts of Forum-RPs and general Skype-RPing (there are so many kinds). Have you read, understood, and accepted the rules?: Of course!
What is the rule you agree with the most?: Gotta say I agree with “-To kill without provocation, be psychotic or otherwise mentally ill, and commit any extreme criminal acts (such as mass arson), you need to have an accepted Evils Application.” It sucks to have random psychotic or otherwise evil characters running around. Especially when they make no sense in terms of why they’re mentally ill in the manner they are.
How did you find the server?: Through Varzkkar, truthfully. He found the server and told me about it quite a bit, for a fairly long time.
Why should you be whitelisted?: I think I’d make a good addition to the server. I think.
Define powergaming: An action that does not take into consideration the opinion or consent of other players, or worse; reality. These actions are usually very favorable to the person undertaking them, and are commonly unfair to everyone else involved, unfortunately.
Define metagaming: Similar to powergaming in a sense, but on a different end of the spectrum. Metagaming is when a character has knowledge he/she/it should not have, and has no ability to know. This is commonly found when someone hears, or finds, something out out of character, and then uses that knowledge in character. An example roughly being an archer knowing magic, or how to cast magic. This archer was born under a rock, and now mysteriously has the knowledge of magic? How this happened, no one knows. Hint: The player heard the admins talking about it.
Who was the first king of Redania?: Kurgan D'Arco Why did the great dwarven kingdom collapse?: The first Great Dwarven Kingdom collapsed because of a ‘civil war’ by the loosest of definitions. It’s subjects had been tainted by an old form of magic that resonated from an orb brought up by a new king’s command, after the old and former king had ordered its removal and for it to be hidden. Once the orb had been taken to the city it subsequently infected the king, and then his people. The civil war, basically everyone killing each other over the smallest of things, was accompanied by dragons and spiders flocking to the mountain in which the city was nestled. Who are the Jarr?: The Jarr were a race of dark skinned elves that were largely found in desert regions, and belonged to the civilization of Jarr’al.
[In Character]
Character info
Character Name:
Jaden Seeker Character Age: 25 Character Gender: Male Character Race: Half-Elf, Northerner.
Character Appearance: Jaden is a very tall (6’4-6’5) but incredibly pale man, who appears (and is) rather fit with lean and well toned/defined muscles. He’s the kind of pale you’d expect to see on an albino shut-in hybrid. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on who you’re asking, he’s neither of those. To his knowledge, at least. He has eye length black hair that gives him a faintly menacing appearance, but a smile (depending on the situation) usually erases that negative aspect in an instant, depending on the person of course. To compliment his rather gray-scale appearance, Jaden had at one point in his life decided to endorse the black and white features, and wear a long, thick and dark coat/cloak. Despite how ragged and worn it’s become over the years, he’s rather protective of it in an almost fatherly manner. Below his cloak, and on his bare skin are the signs of many, many scars and old wounds that never got the proper treatment they deserved, or needed at the time; complimenting the various tattoos he has on his arm quite nicely. These tattoos seem to be completely nonsensical to anyone who doesn’t know the story behind them, but they appear to be a simple ‘X’ on his right shoulder with a long, black and 2-D appearing chain that spiral all the way down his arm and stops at his wrist. Where the black chain stops, sits two more tattoos, one of a black sunrise, and the other of an also black butterfly.
Character Personality: He is a very protective and caring person, despite his violent tendencies. He often expresses this in odd ways, the most notable is his protectiveness for friends, namely Ruka, or even just acquaintances he’s randomly met. Or his cloak. He’s been known to be protective about any of his belongings as well. Not in a greedy way, but more of a silly, joking way. It’s very easy to ‘burn the bridge’ in terms of friendship with the dark haired man, he’s not likely to forgive someone for something they’ve done to him, or his friends if he feels they did it in ill intent; he will personally bury the ashes of those ‘friendship bridges’ if his own actions towards fixing them are met with hostility. Again, despite his very unforgiving manner, Jaden is very kind and gentle to people who don’t burn his lovely bridge, and is willing to help them in most manners he can! Character Strengths/Weaknesses: He would consider his best ‘strength’ to be his combat prowess with a weapon, or no weapon if the situation is that bad. He’s used and held weapons for most of his life, so somewhere during those years he’s figured out which end is the pointy end and worked from there. He’s good with words as well, and can be quite charismatic, a good leader of sorts. A good leader is not stupid by any means, but he’s commonly ruthless and very, very directive driven. He’s not exactly lawless either, he wouldn’t steal.. But if a shop window stopped him from his target, he’d ensure the window paid for that in glassy, crystalline blood. His ruthlessness, or harsh methods of doing things often extends to his combat abilities if he’s sufficiently worked up enough, and well coordinated attacks will often become very brutish and uncoordinated.
Character Biography
Jaden’s tale often starts with his wanderings in the northern regions of the land, the colder and untamed lands. Or at least that’s where he likes to start, and often does not go much further back than that unless he has to. He grew up in the nurturing arms of his ‘uncle’, who took over Jaden’s guardianship after he deemed Jaden’s biological father unfit to keep himself on track, let alone raise a young, adventurous boy. Jaden’s ‘uncle’, or sole parental figure, was not actually related to Jaden in the slightest, except by being the father’s best friend. Despite no actual blood ties to the young boy, the ‘uncle’ did not let that stop him from teaching him everything he could, and went out of his way to teach compassion and understanding. Those were things young Jaden would need in the world if he ever truly wanted to accept where he was, and why things had happened the way they did, and to move on. On the deathbed of his uncle, the teenager Jaden wept while holding his hand, fearing the illness that was quickly sweeping his uncle’s health away was going to soon take the life away from his closest friend and his fatherly figure. His ‘uncle’, seeing these tears, knew his time was running out, and that it was time for the boy to know why he had taken care of him for all these years. He began to tell the dark haired boy, Jaden, that when he was a baby, his mother had fallen ill just after he was born, and the post-childbirth weaknesses had given the sickness enough momentum to kill her. From the death of his wife, Jaden’s father had fallen into a deep, unstoppable depression that left him mentally and socially crippled. With his best friend slowly dying, and in a state that was unfit to even be near a child, the uncle took young Jaden away from his real father, leaving his best friend with the parting words of “I’ll raise him right Astryder, you can be in our lives again when you’ve found peace.” After hearing these words, they did not pain Jaden as much as they should have. The compassion and understanding he had been taught as a young child had shielded him from most of the pain, and instead he channeled the emotions he felt into love for the man who had raised him, and stayed next to his bedside until his final breaths withered away on his lips. After burying his uncle, his self-made father, he packed his things and left their home in a small village. After leaving his only home, Jaden made his way out in the wilderness, and other areas in the region, mostly doing mercenary work; odd jobs and other dirty work that hardened his heart. He did his best to shield his mind and heart, but the damage had been done; much of his uncle’s hard work was being undone before his very eyes, and he was doing his best to turn away from it. One night, he had been laying in his bedroll after a day of hard work when he, in a feverish dream, spoke to his uncle about recent events. After reciting all that had happened, he, in the dream, realized how much pain it was causing his uncle by the grimace on the older man’s face. After awakening with the image of his pained uncle fresh in his mind, Jaden fled the mercenary group, taking his belongings with him in a hurry. From that point, he wandered solely in the wilderness, wandering among the more untamed areas of the lands. It was here that he truly felt at home, in a place he didn’t have to worry about people, about those who just wanted to see others in pain. It was here he could heal, and finally grieve. He did heal, and he did mourn his uncle properly; but something more important happened to him while he was out here. He met a wandering elf by the name of Ruka; an untamed and cold warrior, someone he saw a bit of himself in; and realized he could help her, and she could help him. From that point, he traveled with the elf, being something of a best friend to her. They fought alongside each other, they slept in the same caves and they hunted together. They were free with each other, and that’s how it was for a long time. After years of this, Jaden slowly realized there were more things to life than to hunting and wandering for the rest of his half-elven lifespan, he had a yearning to almost settle down. It was like his heart was being torn in two, one from something instinctive in his, the thing in him screaming to find a place to call his own, and the other part of him that realized he would only ever be happy where he was right then and there. Jaden then broke away from Ruka after explaining to her what he needed to do; he needed to wander alone for a while to truly understand himself. He then grabbed his belongings and wandered out in the world, and found himself wandering among the populations of cities and other people; completely what he had said he was going to do. He found himself slowly growing close to a woman by the name of Idania; a woman whom he adored and found interesting. She was wild, and eccentric. They married each other after months of being something similiar to ‘hopelessly in love’, but with more of a realistic attitude of ‘we both love each other, so let’s enjoy this.’Idania knew Jaden’s past, and his constant identity crisis; something that was constantly plaguing him. She knew he was yearning to be wandering again; it wasn’t hard to see when he would constantly be looking out the windows at night, watching the stars above them in the black void. When he hesitantly told her what he needed to do; what he wanted to do, she agreed tearfully, telling him she’d be there for him when he got back. After packing his old things, and giving his wife a tearful goodbye, Jaden wandered back out in the wilderness, into the untamed, and began his search for Ruka. He needed to find her.
Scenarios:
1. You are traveling along the roads of Redania when a bandit jumps out in front of you. He claims several of his fellows are hiding in the brush beside the road, and if you value your life, to drop all the valuables you possess.
With a soft hiss of leather against steel, Jaden would draw out his weapon that sat comfortably on a his belt. The rash and unexpected move would give the bandit a pause and think. Was this man mad, had a death wish or actually wanted to take on his two friends in the bushes next to him? Jaden would notice the momentary pause and pounce on it. He wanted to get out of this situation without bloodshed, and he’d scare the bandit into cooperating with him if he had to. With a millisecond to steel his own nerve, the dark-clad warrior would step forward slowly, blade pointing towards the ground, his deep voice speaking softly to the bandit in front of him. “I have nothing you want, but if you still intend to take what I
do have, then we have a problem.” The bandit would give him a slightly fearful look. He’s still not sure if this guy’s insane or not. He certainly looks wild, with his long hair falling in front of his eyes and the worn and tattered cloak making him seem to be some kind of a fugitive. “Don’t take another step! We’re all armed, and we don’t want to fight you over this!” Even to the bandit, whose panic was slowly increasing, his voice sounded slightly frightened. He cursed himself under his breath at his own fear and raised his dulled axe slowly. Jaden’s eyes narrow at the raised weapon, then pauses only feet from the other man, watching him closely. A silent stand off with their eyes as weapons, one set looking slightly fearful with the other betraying none of his emotions. The blade-wielder then breaks the stand off by darting forwards, blade suddenly raised and poised to attack. He of course, didn’t actually have any intention of attacking, only a ploy to scare the bandit, but he underestimated fear and survival instincts, as the bandit actually took it as a sign of violence and reacted properly; by slamming the blunt side of the axe against Jaden’s ribs. There would be a collective gasp from everyone involved; from the bandits watching their crazy friend take on the man, and the man whose ribs were just shown how close the muscle attached to them could actually get. Jaden coughs and stumbles to the side, then takes the bandit’s own surprise and hesitation at his movements to his advantage by darting around him, then slamming his elbow into the side of his head, wincing again at the pain of the elbow connecting the much, much thicker skull of the bandit. The bandit who had the uncanny luck of getting his head cracked by the blow gasps in pain and stumbles to his knees, one hand dropping the axe involuntarily and grasping his aching head, swearing loud enough a mother squirrel nearby covered her litter’s ears. The dark clad warrior then whirls around, and goes to roughly pull the bandit up, and slides the sword next to his throat; then presses the razor sharp edge against his exposed neck soft enough he got the understanding of what was happening. Jaden would move his mouth close to the bandit’s ear and speak just as softly before, his breathing hitching ever so slightly with the adrenaline flowing through his veins. “Now..I think we have an understanding then?” The bandit would only make a fearful and slight whimpering sound. This sound is good enough to satisfy the equally worried warrior holding his life on the line, apparently, as he’s shoved forward after the blade is withdrawn. The wild man then speaks to the rest of the bandits in hiding, not quite sure if they’re actually there, or just a bluff; but it’s never a bad idea to tie up loose ends. “Now.. Unless you want the same treatment as your friend, which isn’t a good thing considering I’ll be less than willing to show the same mercy to those who’ve been properly warned.. I suggest you let me pass.” With that, Jaden turns to continue walking down the pass, the bandits rushing out to help their fallen comrade, but leaving the wild man to his wanderings.
2. You are inside a small inn enjoying a tankard of ale when an obviously intoxicated ( -drunk) man stumbles into you. He gestures at you rudely and tells you to watch where you’re going.
With something bordering amusement and false irritation, Jaden clears his face of emotion so he can play his part properly. He gives the drunken man a withering glare, and stares straight at the raised hand in front of him. It was another silent standoff, with the drunkard’s hand still raised and Jaden’s eyes shooting daggers at said hand, almost as if he was trying to sever it with pure mental power. It, of course, fails horribly but makes the drunkard slightly uncomfortable. This standoff would continue for a good few minutes before the drunkard loses his balance where he stood, tripping over a vacant chair and landing on the top of his back with a grunt and soft groan. It would be quite comical to anyone who wasn’t nearby; and near the almost potential fight.
Jaden’s amused look returns with the absence of the drunken man’s watchful eyes, and he steps up and gives the other patrons who’re watching a wink, then replaces his amused look with one that appears to be silent fury; grasping the drunken man’s shirt and pulling him up none too roughly. After the initial surprise by the man-who-drank-far-too-much, Jaden shoves his face close to his, their noses almost touching. He gives the man only a moment to think of what’s happening before he speaks. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough? I’m a gentle man, believe me, and I don’t want you to get hurt. Next time you decide to someone off, do it where others won’t be hurt by your drunken mistakes. I could have been a murderer for all you know.. Or I still could be.” With that, Jaden shoves the drunken man down into another vacant chair, then silently turns and walks out of the tavern. He wasn’t interested in drinking tonight anyway.
3. You are at the market when you come upon a stall selling some particularly interesting wares. You decide to buy one, and the owner of the stall names a rather outrageous price.
Jaden eyes the trinket with a sense of longing. That necklace is something Idania would like, or at least appreciate. When his eyes flicker over to the price noted on the sign his heart falters slightly. That was what
he was worth, or at least what he was probably worth. With a slight hiss of breath as he sighed, he eyes the merchant with carefully calculating eyes. After a moment, he’d speak with the same soft voice as he always tries to. “What would make you lower the price on that?” The merchant’s eyes light up with glee as he realizes he’s got a desperate buyer in front of him. The best kind of buyer. “What’re you willing to give me.. Or what’re you willing to do?” His patrician features and eyes slide over Jaden’s defined form which is still obvious despite his cloak. They both knew Jaden had one thing to offer; his skill. Without waiting for Jaden to answer, the merchant speaks again, pouncing on what he knew about his customer. “I’ve got a job for you, if you desire? I can see you’re a fighter..” The merchant’s eyes flicker to the weapon on Jaden’s waist, and a slow grin begins to form. Oh yes, this man is perfect for what he needs, for what he’s needed for the past few days. Jaden’s voice grows dark and is filled with promises of pain if this goes the wrong way for both of them. “What do you want, merchant? I’m not going to do your dirty work or call on any unpaid debts. I’m sure with these prices you’ve got plenty of people who can’t afford your wares.” The merchant’s grin dies instantly at the words Jaden dared to utter. His voice is also now filled with something darker, a promising of something worse than pain. “I’m not a criminal or lowlife. No, what you’re speaking of is something a criminal would do, what a cutthroat would try to hire muscle for. I want you to do some good with your skill. I’ve funded the city guard off to the side for years now, but they still have not tracked down the criminals who stole my goods when I very well know where they are!” Without waiting for Jaden to speak, the merchant gave him his request. “I want you to go to the warehouse near the docks and retrieve a small crate. There shouldn’t be that many, and the bandits would have kept it close to where ever they’re hiding. If you do this for me, the necklace is yours.” Jaden took a moment to consider the request. He would be doing good for the city.. And getting his sweet Idania something. His choice was obvious to even himself, but he still had to make sure. “And these are for sure criminals?” The merchant nods slowly, drawing out three wanted posters. Jaden’s eyes narrowed dangerously at one of them. He recognized that man, he had even elbowed him in the back of the head at one point. The merchant man recognized the look, then narrowed his own eyes dangerously at Jaden. “You know them?” Jaden’s voice held the same promise of danger it had previously, and his voice hitched with faint anger. “Yes.. I met them on the road sometime ago.. I’ll get you your missing goods back, don’t worry..” With that being said, Jaden whirled around and then began to slowly move through the crowds that were moving between the stalls and various vendors, moving towards the large warehouse. There he looked over the warehouse with observant eyes, then saw a small, open window on the second floor. Next to the window was a house’s roof. He gave a small chuckle then walked over to the house and began to slowly ascend up its wall, using various beams and other poorly designed structural designs as hold; eventually reaching the roof where he spins around to face the window across the alley that separated the warehouse and the house. With a sigh and small moment to close his eyes and steel his nerves once more, Jaden takes a running leap across the alley and slams against the wall, his pelvis hitting the window ledge. He desperately grasps at the sides of the windows, and after getting some grip on them, he slowly slides himself into a sitting position on the window still. Jaden looks around the open warehouse before him, looking for any sign of the bandits, his insides burning with something close to anger, but a bit of disappointment too. He’d hoped that his meeting with these three would have at least scared them into some honest work. After a few minutes of silent observation, of listening and watching, he finds nothing, and not wanting to disappoint the merchant, he drops from the window still onto a small platform that circles all the way around the warehouse. giving it an almost ‘barnish’ appearance. He lands with a soft thud, certainly audible to anyone inside of the warehouse, and then starts to move towards what appears to be a small office, where trade manifests and contracts are kept. He unsurprisingly finds the door busted open with the door lock laying in the doorway in a small collecting of splinters of wood. After a quick search of the office, he finds the bandit’s belongings, left laying there as they go to pillage or look for other victims. With an angry grunt, Jaden kneels down and tears open the bag, revealing a small box and a collection of coins. He stares down at the contents, and after removing the box he flings the bag across the room, letting the coins spray across the room in a hailstorm of clattering and golden rain. He looks around, and after spotting a pen quill and a piece of parchment, he writes the bandits a note promising pain and more suffering if they dare to keep this up, and he promises to find them if they try to run or continue with this lifestyle. He then pulls a dagger from his boot and stabs the note against a wall, pinning it there; and with that, Jaden leaves the warehouse through the front entrance, and goes to collect his due.
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General Information:
Minecraft Username:
BcParadise
How old are you?:
18
What is your timezone?:
Central Time
Do you have skype?:
I do! I believe a few of you have it, too.
Do you have a microphone?:
I do!
How long have you been a part of our community?:
Couple weeks, I think?
How often can you be online?:
Pretty much everyday after 4:00 PM, or so. Obviously things come up.
What experience do you have in roleplaying?:
I started off RPing on Warcraft III oh so many years ago, then I moved to Minecraft RP after a long hiatus, then I switched to Skype RP for quite a bit. My application was more detailed, but I can also count the weeks I’ve been on this server here too. I think.
What experience do you have in administering/moderating?:
Previous servers and other groups I’ve taken up slight leadership roles wherever possible, and during many of the Warcraft III RP games that Varzkkar and I hosted, I was put in charge of dealing with the players in the lobby/game. I’ve been a moderator on previous Minecraft servers in general, so I understand what it takes.
Why do you want to be a moderator?:
I want to be able to help this community and server grow by however I can. I’ve already been helping off to the side unofficially.
Why should you be an RP moderator?:
Because I think I should be able to help out with various things the server needs/might need. More than anything, I want to help out.
Define powergaming:
An action or doing something that does not take the consent of the other player into consideration, or caring at all. These actions can be stealing, injuring or even killing someone.
Define metagaming:
Using knowledge you are aware of Out of Character, and using it In-Character when your character should not know it, or have any way to know about it.
List, in your view, the five most important rules:
{-No powergaming (forcing someone to do something without giving them any choice in the matter)}
Yeah. This. This rule seems like a guideline in way, because despite everything, things we hear in OOC are going to affect our mindset one way, or another.
{-No metagaming, or provoking metagaming (using information gained out of character while in character, or giving }
It’s always terrible for someone to stab you in the back (Literally and figuratively), then to find out they stole from your chests without asking. I also generally play warriors/fighters, so knowing that they can’t insta-kill my characters, or any other characters,
{-Use a skin relevant to your character and the roleplay.}
It’s surprisingly hard to RP with an elf that has a skin of a dwarf or an orc. Immersion just gets destroyed at that point
{-Cybering and all types of sexual roleplay (consensual or not) are not allowed under any circumstance.}
That gets weird so please for the love of mercy, keep this as a rule. Maybe make it bigger font too. Rape, or anything sexual in RP is just awkward, so awkward and judging by stories I’ve heard and things I’ve experienced, a lot of time there’s bullying involved.
{-To kill without provocation, be psychotic or otherwise mentally ill, and commit any extreme criminal acts (such as mass arson), you need to have an accepted Evils Application.}
Mentally unstable characters should not just be a thing, and random murder should not just be a thing. It’s not just a thing that happens and it’s a bit disgusting how many people chose to just ‘make’ their characters mentally ill because it.
Do you understand that this position does not put you above other players?:
I understand that completely.
Do you understand that this position means higher expectations, and requires closer adherence of the rules?:
Of course, I would have it no other way.
Do you fully understand the rules, and the reasons behind them?:
I do! I can only see good things in the rules, and I don’t exactly disagree with any of them.
Do you understand that if you are accepted, it is possible for you to be demoted at any time, due to inactivity, abuse of power, a breach of the rules, or if the admins feel you aren’t acting up to the expectations given?:
Of course, I’d be sorely disappointed if you didn’t follow through on that.
Explain the importance of respect when dealing with players:
Players are people, that much is obvious. When dealing with people, anyone at all, there are things humans need to know about one enough before interactions can be made, hence why some people are profiled in a certain way by everyone. With that comes respect, and if you’re going to be in a place of power and respect, you must give everyone else that same respect they give you.
Do you have a google email, and are you familiar with how to use the google drive?:
I do have a google drive and email account, and I’m quite familiar with it’s uses.
Would you be interested in being a member of the event team?:
I could help out, and try and get things organized if need be.
If so, would you be willing to write proposals for your event ideas?:
Of course!
Would you be interested in being a member of the building team?:
I could help out if things require it, but I’m not the best.
If so, can you give an example of your work?:
I could look through screenshots, if you do want some.
Would you be interested in being a member of the tech team?:
Not particularly. Unless you need someone to smack a wrench into a bundle of wires, I’m pretty useless at codding.
If so, do you have experience working with plugins?:
Nope! Not even a little experience. I did help Varz with testing, however, so I’m a grade A, certified test subject.
Scenarios:
1. Two players are having an altercation over an IC action. What are your steps to resolve it?:
Well, first and foremost I would try and get the argument from other players, if they are there. I’ve seen things get out of hand when it’s just two people having a little spat because everyone else was chipping in their two cents. There, wherever there may be, I would get them both to calmly explain what they are upset about, then try and work things from there.
2. A player is clearly powergaming, but no one seems to mind. What do you do?:
Take them aside, and use a one-on-one messaging service (Ingame or skype) and explain to them what is happening, and how despite no one seeming to mind it, it is still wrong. If they are confused, I’d continue to ‘sit down’ with them and give them examples on how to fix their actions and make them less powergamey.
3. Several players claim they are from another land not included in the lore and begin roleplaying. What do you do?:
I would explain to them that their ‘imported’ or ‘added’ lore is not supported, and that before they can continue roleplay they must fix that and I would ‘sit down’ with them to guide them on doing so after giving a small report to an admin or other mods to keep an eye on what they say after we’re done.
4. Several players form a House without permission. What do you do?:
I would, like the previous situations, look over what they plan to do with their house, and if it fits the prerequisites and requirements, then we could talk with another admin or mod about having them form it officially.
5. A player is confused on several aspects of roleplay. What do you do to help him?:
It’d be simply, and hopefully painless for both of us. I’d arrange a one-on-one meeting with the player(s) in game, or even out, and put is through some scenarios that’d highlight where they’re going wrong, and then we’ll work through the mistakes together until things are correct.
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What is your age: 18
What is your timezone: Central Time (US & Canada)
What experience do you have in roleplaying?: First encounter in roleplay would have been around eight years ago on Warcraft III. That is, of course, if we’re not counting the years of pretending with friends. On Warcraft III (Reign of Chaos and The Frozen Throne), I eventually met this guy named Varzkkar, otherwise known as MagmaLava at the time before he had his identity crisis. There, I experimented with the custom RP maps, and even some chat-channel RPs (Didn’t go over very well for the most part). It’d be a bit before I moved on from Warcraft III to other waters, like Minecraft. I’ve been RPing in Minecraft for a good three or so years now, although I can’t actually get a good date on it, and that hasn’t been three consecutive years of Minecraft RP; I’ve taken breaks where they were needed, which was a lot honestly. But between those three years and breaks, I did copious amounts of Forum-RPs and general Skype-RPing (there are so many
kinds).
Have you read, understood, and accepted the rules?: Of course!
What is the rule you agree with the most?: Gotta say I agree with “-To kill without provocation, be psychotic or otherwise mentally ill, and commit any extreme criminal acts (such as mass arson), you need to have an accepted Evils Application.”
It sucks to have random psychotic or otherwise evil characters running around. Especially when they make no sense in terms of why they’re mentally ill in the manner they are.
How did you find the server?: Through Varzkkar, truthfully. He found the server and told me about it quite a bit, for a fairly long time.
Why should you be whitelisted?: I think I’d make a good addition to the server. I think.
Define powergaming: An action that does not take into consideration the opinion or consent of other players, or worse; reality. These actions are usually very favorable to the person undertaking them, and are commonly unfair to everyone else involved, unfortunately.
Define metagaming: Similar to powergaming in a sense, but on a different end of the spectrum. Metagaming is when a character has knowledge he/she/it should not have, and has no ability to know. This is commonly found when someone hears, or finds, something out out of character, and then uses that knowledge in character. An example roughly being an archer knowing magic, or how to cast magic. This archer was born under a rock, and now mysteriously has the knowledge of magic? How this happened, no one knows. Hint: The player heard the admins talking about it.
Who was the first king of Redania?: Kurgan D'Arco
Why did the great dwarven kingdom collapse?: The first Great Dwarven Kingdom collapsed because of a ‘civil war’ by the loosest of definitions. It’s subjects had been tainted by an old form of magic that resonated from an orb brought up by a new king’s command, after the old and former king had ordered its removal and for it to be hidden. Once the orb had been taken to the city it subsequently infected the king, and then his people. The civil war, basically everyone killing each other over the smallest of things, was accompanied by dragons and spiders flocking to the mountain in which the city was nestled.
Who are the Jarr?: The Jarr were a race of dark skinned elves that were largely found in desert regions, and belonged to the civilization of Jarr’al.
[In Character]
Character Age: 25
Character Gender: Male
Character Race: Half-Elf, Northerner.
Character Appearance: Jaden is a very tall (6’4-6’5) but incredibly pale man, who appears (and is) rather fit with lean and well toned/defined muscles. He’s the kind of pale you’d expect to see on an albino shut-in hybrid. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on who you’re asking, he’s neither of those. To his knowledge, at least. He has eye length black hair that gives him a faintly menacing appearance, but a smile (depending on the situation) usually erases that negative aspect in an instant, depending on the person of course. To compliment his rather gray-scale appearance, Jaden had at one point in his life decided to endorse the black and white features, and wear a long, thick and dark coat/cloak. Despite how ragged and worn it’s become over the years, he’s rather protective of it in an almost fatherly manner. Below his cloak, and on his bare skin are the signs of many, many scars and old wounds that never got the proper treatment they deserved, or needed at the time; complimenting the various tattoos he has on his arm quite nicely. These tattoos seem to be completely nonsensical to anyone who doesn’t know the story behind them, but they appear to be a simple ‘X’ on his right shoulder with a long, black and 2-D appearing chain that spiral all the way down his arm and stops at his wrist. Where the black chain stops, sits two more tattoos, one of a black sunrise, and the other of an also black butterfly.
Character Personality: He is a very protective and caring person, despite his violent tendencies. He often expresses this in odd ways, the most notable is his protectiveness for friends, namely Ruka, or even just acquaintances he’s randomly met. Or his cloak. He’s been known to be protective about any of his belongings as well. Not in a greedy way, but more of a silly, joking way. It’s very easy to ‘burn the bridge’ in terms of friendship with the dark haired man, he’s not likely to forgive someone for something they’ve done to him, or his friends if he feels they did it in ill intent; he will personally bury the ashes of those ‘friendship bridges’ if his own actions towards fixing them are met with hostility. Again, despite his very unforgiving manner, Jaden is very kind and gentle to people who don’t burn his lovely bridge, and is willing to help them in most manners he can!
Character Strengths/Weaknesses: He would consider his best ‘strength’ to be his combat prowess with a weapon, or no weapon if the situation is that bad. He’s used and held weapons for most of his life, so somewhere during those years he’s figured out which end is the pointy end and worked from there. He’s good with words as well, and can be quite charismatic, a good leader of sorts. A good leader is not stupid by any means, but he’s commonly ruthless and very, very directive driven. He’s not exactly lawless either, he wouldn’t steal.. But if a shop window stopped him from his target, he’d ensure the window paid for that in glassy, crystalline blood. His ruthlessness, or harsh methods of doing things often extends to his combat abilities if he’s sufficiently worked up enough, and well coordinated attacks will often become very brutish and uncoordinated.
Character Biography
Jaden’s tale often starts with his wanderings in the northern regions of the land, the colder and untamed lands. Or at least that’s where he likes to start, and often does not go much further back than that unless he has to. He grew up in the nurturing arms of his ‘uncle’, who took over Jaden’s guardianship after he deemed Jaden’s biological father unfit to keep himself on track, let alone raise a young, adventurous boy. Jaden’s ‘uncle’, or sole parental figure, was not actually related to Jaden in the slightest, except by being the father’s best friend. Despite no actual blood ties to the young boy, the ‘uncle’ did not let that stop him from teaching him everything he could, and went out of his way to teach compassion and understanding. Those were things young Jaden would need in the world if he ever truly wanted to accept where he was, and why things had happened the way they did, and to move on.
On the deathbed of his uncle, the teenager Jaden wept while holding his hand, fearing the illness that was quickly sweeping his uncle’s health away was going to soon take the life away from his closest friend and his fatherly figure. His ‘uncle’, seeing these tears, knew his time was running out, and that it was time for the boy to know why he had taken care of him for all these years. He began to tell the dark haired boy, Jaden, that when he was a baby, his mother had fallen ill just after he was born, and the post-childbirth weaknesses had given the sickness enough momentum to kill her. From the death of his wife, Jaden’s father had fallen into a deep, unstoppable depression that left him mentally and socially crippled. With his best friend slowly dying, and in a state that was unfit to even be near a child, the uncle took young Jaden away from his real father, leaving his best friend with the parting words of “I’ll raise him right Astryder, you can be in our lives again when you’ve found peace.”
After hearing these words, they did not pain Jaden as much as they should have. The compassion and understanding he had been taught as a young child had shielded him from most of the pain, and instead he channeled the emotions he felt into love for the man who had raised him, and stayed next to his bedside until his final breaths withered away on his lips. After burying his uncle, his self-made father, he packed his things and left their home in a small village.
After leaving his only home, Jaden made his way out in the wilderness, and other areas in the region, mostly doing mercenary work; odd jobs and other dirty work that hardened his heart. He did his best to shield his mind and heart, but the damage had been done; much of his uncle’s hard work was being undone before his very eyes, and he was doing his best to turn away from it.
One night, he had been laying in his bedroll after a day of hard work when he, in a feverish dream, spoke to his uncle about recent events. After reciting all that had happened, he, in the dream, realized how much pain it was causing his uncle by the grimace on the older man’s face. After awakening with the image of his pained uncle fresh in his mind, Jaden fled the mercenary group, taking his belongings with him in a hurry.
From that point, he wandered solely in the wilderness, wandering among the more untamed areas of the lands. It was here that he truly felt at home, in a place he didn’t have to worry about people, about those who just wanted to see others in pain. It was here he could heal, and finally grieve.
He did heal, and he did mourn his uncle properly; but something more important happened to him while he was out here. He met a wandering elf by the name of Ruka; an untamed and cold warrior, someone he saw a bit of himself in; and realized he could help her, and she could help him. From that point, he traveled with the elf, being something of a best friend to her. They fought alongside each other, they slept in the same caves and they hunted together. They were free with each other, and that’s how it was for a long time.
After years of this, Jaden slowly realized there were more things to life than to hunting and wandering for the rest of his half-elven lifespan, he had a yearning to almost settle down. It was like his heart was being torn in two, one from something instinctive in his, the thing in him screaming to find a place to call his own, and the other part of him that realized he would only ever be happy where he was right then and there.
Jaden then broke away from Ruka after explaining to her what he needed to do; he needed to wander alone for a while to truly understand himself. He then grabbed his belongings and wandered out in the world, and found himself wandering among the populations of cities and other people; completely what he had said he was going to do. He found himself slowly growing close to a woman by the name of Idania; a woman whom he adored and found interesting. She was wild, and eccentric. They married each other after months of being something similiar to ‘hopelessly in love’, but with more of a realistic attitude of ‘we both love each other, so let’s enjoy this.’ Idania knew Jaden’s past, and his constant identity crisis; something that was constantly plaguing him. She knew he was yearning to be wandering again; it wasn’t hard to see when he would constantly be looking out the windows at night, watching the stars above them in the black void. When he hesitantly told her what he needed to do; what he wanted to do, she agreed tearfully, telling him she’d be there for him when he got back. After packing his old things, and giving his wife a tearful goodbye, Jaden wandered back out in the wilderness, into the untamed, and began his search for Ruka. He needed to find her.
Scenarios:
The bandit would give him a slightly fearful look. He’s still not sure if this guy’s insane or not. He certainly looks wild, with his long hair falling in front of his eyes and the worn and tattered cloak making him seem to be some kind of a fugitive. “Don’t take another step! We’re all armed, and we don’t want to fight you over this!” Even to the bandit, whose panic was slowly increasing, his voice sounded slightly frightened. He cursed himself under his breath at his own fear and raised his dulled axe slowly.
Jaden’s eyes narrow at the raised weapon, then pauses only feet from the other man, watching him closely. A silent stand off with their eyes as weapons, one set looking slightly fearful with the other betraying none of his emotions. The blade-wielder then breaks the stand off by darting forwards, blade suddenly raised and poised to attack. He of course, didn’t actually have any intention of attacking, only a ploy to scare the bandit, but he underestimated fear and survival instincts, as the bandit actually took it as a sign of violence and reacted properly; by slamming the blunt side of the axe against Jaden’s ribs.
There would be a collective gasp from everyone involved; from the bandits watching their crazy friend take on the man, and the man whose ribs were just shown how close the muscle attached to them could actually get.
Jaden coughs and stumbles to the side, then takes the bandit’s own surprise and hesitation at his movements to his advantage by darting around him, then slamming his elbow into the side of his head, wincing again at the pain of the elbow connecting the much, much thicker skull of the bandit. The bandit who had the uncanny luck of getting his head cracked by the blow gasps in pain and stumbles to his knees, one hand dropping the axe involuntarily and grasping his aching head, swearing loud enough a mother squirrel nearby covered her litter’s ears.
The dark clad warrior then whirls around, and goes to roughly pull the bandit up, and slides the sword next to his throat; then presses the razor sharp edge against his exposed neck soft enough he got the understanding of what was happening. Jaden would move his mouth close to the bandit’s ear and speak just as softly before, his breathing hitching ever so slightly with the adrenaline flowing through his veins. “Now..I think we have an understanding then?”
The bandit would only make a fearful and slight whimpering sound. This sound is good enough to satisfy the equally worried warrior holding his life on the line, apparently, as he’s shoved forward after the blade is withdrawn. The wild man then speaks to the rest of the bandits in hiding, not quite sure if they’re actually there, or just a bluff; but it’s never a bad idea to tie up loose ends. “Now.. Unless you want the same treatment as your friend, which isn’t a good thing considering I’ll be less than willing to show the same mercy to those who’ve been properly warned.. I suggest you let me pass.”
With that, Jaden turns to continue walking down the pass, the bandits rushing out to help their fallen comrade, but leaving the wild man to his wanderings.
2. You are inside a small inn enjoying a tankard of ale when an obviously intoxicated ( -drunk) man stumbles into you. He gestures at you rudely and tells you to watch where you’re going.
Jaden’s amused look returns with the absence of the drunken man’s watchful eyes, and he steps up and gives the other patrons who’re watching a wink, then replaces his amused look with one that appears to be silent fury; grasping the drunken man’s shirt and pulling him up none too roughly. After the initial surprise by the man-who-drank-far-too-much, Jaden shoves his face close to his, their noses almost touching. He gives the man only a moment to think of what’s happening before he speaks. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough? I’m a gentle man, believe me, and I don’t want you to get hurt. Next time you decide to someone off, do it where others won’t be hurt by your drunken mistakes. I could have been a murderer for all you know.. Or I still could be.”
With that, Jaden shoves the drunken man down into another vacant chair, then silently turns and walks out of the tavern. He wasn’t interested in drinking tonight anyway.
3. You are at the market when you come upon a stall selling some particularly interesting wares. You decide to buy one, and the owner of the stall names a rather outrageous price.
The merchant’s eyes light up with glee as he realizes he’s got a desperate buyer in front of him. The best kind of buyer. “What’re you willing to give me.. Or what’re you willing to do?” His patrician features and eyes slide over Jaden’s defined form which is still obvious despite his cloak. They both knew Jaden had one thing to offer; his skill. Without waiting for Jaden to answer, the merchant speaks again, pouncing on what he knew about his customer.
“I’ve got a job for you, if you desire? I can see you’re a fighter..” The merchant’s eyes flicker to the weapon on Jaden’s waist, and a slow grin begins to form. Oh yes, this man is perfect for what he needs, for what he’s needed for the past few days.
Jaden’s voice grows dark and is filled with promises of pain if this goes the wrong way for both of them. “What do you want, merchant? I’m not going to do your dirty work or call on any unpaid debts. I’m sure with these prices you’ve got plenty of people who can’t afford your wares.”
The merchant’s grin dies instantly at the words Jaden dared to utter. His voice is also now filled with something darker, a promising of something worse than pain. “I’m not a criminal or lowlife. No, what you’re speaking of is something a criminal would do, what a cutthroat would try to hire muscle for. I want you to do some good with your skill. I’ve funded the city guard off to the side for years now, but they still have not tracked down the criminals who stole my goods when I very well know where they are!”
Without waiting for Jaden to speak, the merchant gave him his request. “I want you to go to the warehouse near the docks and retrieve a small crate. There shouldn’t be that many, and the bandits would have kept it close to where ever they’re hiding. If you do this for me, the necklace is yours.”
Jaden took a moment to consider the request. He would be doing good for the city.. And getting his sweet Idania something. His choice was obvious to even himself, but he still had to make sure. “And these are for sure criminals?”
The merchant nods slowly, drawing out three wanted posters. Jaden’s eyes narrowed dangerously at one of them. He recognized that man, he had even elbowed him in the back of the head at one point. The merchant man recognized the look, then narrowed his own eyes dangerously at Jaden. “You know them?”
Jaden’s voice held the same promise of danger it had previously, and his voice hitched with faint anger. “Yes.. I met them on the road sometime ago.. I’ll get you your missing goods back, don’t worry..” With that being said, Jaden whirled around and then began to slowly move through the crowds that were moving between the stalls and various vendors, moving towards the large warehouse.
There he looked over the warehouse with observant eyes, then saw a small, open window on the second floor. Next to the window was a house’s roof. He gave a small chuckle then walked over to the house and began to slowly ascend up its wall, using various beams and other poorly designed structural designs as hold; eventually reaching the roof where he spins around to face the window across the alley that separated the warehouse and the house. With a sigh and small moment to close his eyes and steel his nerves once more, Jaden takes a running leap across the alley and slams against the wall, his pelvis hitting the window ledge. He desperately grasps at the sides of the windows, and after getting some grip on them, he slowly slides himself into a sitting position on the window still.
Jaden looks around the open warehouse before him, looking for any sign of the bandits, his insides burning with something close to anger, but a bit of disappointment too. He’d hoped that his meeting with these three would have at least scared them into some honest work. After a few minutes of silent observation, of listening and watching, he finds nothing, and not wanting to disappoint the merchant, he drops from the window still onto a small platform that circles all the way around the warehouse. giving it an almost ‘barnish’ appearance.
He lands with a soft thud, certainly audible to anyone inside of the warehouse, and then starts to move towards what appears to be a small office, where trade manifests and contracts are kept. He unsurprisingly finds the door busted open with the door lock laying in the doorway in a small collecting of splinters of wood. After a quick search of the office, he finds the bandit’s belongings, left laying there as they go to pillage or look for other victims.
With an angry grunt, Jaden kneels down and tears open the bag, revealing a small box and a collection of coins. He stares down at the contents, and after removing the box he flings the bag across the room, letting the coins spray across the room in a hailstorm of clattering and golden rain. He looks around, and after spotting a pen quill and a piece of parchment, he writes the bandits a note promising pain and more suffering if they dare to keep this up, and he promises to find them if they try to run or continue with this lifestyle.
He then pulls a dagger from his boot and stabs the note against a wall, pinning it there; and with that, Jaden leaves the warehouse through the front entrance, and goes to collect his due.