The Tale of Banners Whitelist Application:
Section 1/4 - Out of Character Information
Minecraft Username(s): TrueParanormal
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Full UUID for your MineCraft account(s) (Found here): af64236d-314d-4753-b3b2-0d8cde90ec15
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What is your age? 18
(We need to know this as our server has an age restriction)
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Have you read the server rules? (Found here) Yes!
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Do you agree with the server rules? Yes!
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How did you hear about Tale of Banners? I was looking for roleplay servers similarly run like Lord of the Craft but more in depth/better. This looks promising!
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Do you have any previous roleplay experience? Yes, Lord of the Craft is a big one but I also spent time on Edawg back when it was a big RPing platform.
(Please give examples, no experience is acceptable)
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Additional Information: (If any) I can be reached at TrueParanormal#7915 on discord.
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Section 2/4 - Terms & Definitions
Please answer these definitions using your own words, the definitions may be researched however not plagiarized (copy-pasted).
What do you define as roleplaying? Anything done in character, whether that be fighting a character (verbally or IRP) or speaking to another character/NPC.
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Describe the term ‘powergaming’ in your own words: Not allowing your character to be weak. This can either be from having no flaws to not allowing any damage to become onto you during IRP fighting.
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Describe the term ‘metagaming’ in your own words: Using outside knowledge, gained outside game, in character.
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What is a "Mary-Sue" character? A generic character that doesn't really have anything interesting going for it.
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What does the abbreviation ‘OOC’ mean & when should this be used? Out of character and it should be used when you are talking ot of character/trying to get to an OOC chat.
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Section 3/4 - Character Creation
Here you will create an example character that could exist in the server’s history and lore.
Provide us with an in-game screenshot of your character’s skin. https://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/13278902/jasper/ (I couldn't upload the screenshot that I took, I'm not the best at uploading images)
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Name: Jasper Finton
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Age: 18
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Culture: Northern (Midlands but grew up in Flintswood)
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Can your character read and write?: Yes, he can read and write.
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Story & Biography: Jasper is a twin. His twin's name is Asher. Their parents, Sigmund and Valkyrie, are northerners from the midlands who moved near Flintswood when their first child, Eir was born. They wanted to settle where they could be left alone and forgotten as they raised their child. However, with the plague still ravaging the world, this proved to be an impossibility. As Eir came down with The Great Death at twelve years of age, Valkyrie learned she now bore twins. Choosing the fates of both her husband and daughter, Valkyrie sent them off to find jobs in town to support the growing family. Unbeknownst to the family, with the plague killing the majority of the people around them, desperation was rising. After a month of this endless labor, Eir began to succumb to the Great Death. Her veins popping and skin started to calcify, she was confined to a bed for the remainder of her life. The day after Eir's burial, the twins were born into the curt-tails of these disasters. They spent their first few weeks crying for their mother, who was distraught with grief, but eventually came to their aid. There was one more disaster yet to occur. On his way home one night after laboring in some field all day, Sigmund was making his way home with what little coin he had made only to be jumped from behind by a man in a cloak. There was a slight altercation involving a blade that switched hands multiple times leaving both participants bloodied and dying. Sigmund dragged himself home, having outlived his assailant, and banged on the door. Valkyrie rushed over, cautious with opening the door at first until she saw her husband dead with his fist clutched around the coins outstretched towards her.
Jasper was never one for physical confrontation. His mother taught his brother and him how to read from the moment they could speak. "No foolish individual may live under the same roof as me!" She would claim. This was something that Jasper adored about her. He always preferred to stick to the shadows or talk his way out of situations, but that isn't to say he was incapable. Growing up near Flintswood ensured that he wold be one of the taller people, even as a child, in the area. Standing at 6'6", Jasper towered over those in the village- excluding his taller brother. Due to being away from his parent's native land, he learned from older children in town and a few friendly passerby how to carve is own rudimentary blades out of wood. One blacksmith even took him in for his teen years (12-16) to teach him how to make his own knives. Before that, however, Asher and Jasper had to find a way to support their family when they were only 8. Their mother had fallen ill and it didn't look like she was getting better any time soon, so they had to do what they could- including pick-pocketing and theft. Using their childish charm, they were able to get in close and slip into pockets easily. However, as they grew older this became more difficult. Using the shadows to his advantage, Jasper learned how to slip in and out of crowded locations without ever being noticed. In addition, he learned how to blend into a crowd, wielding a small blade underneath his shirt sleeve, and cut people's coin purses and other valuables off their person. In situations where his identity could be compromised, he asked his mother for Sigmund's plague mask, one that his father had refused to wear once Eir died. Valkyrie passed away to an unknown disease when he was 16, which led him to relinquish his work with the blacksmith and instead turn to a legitimate way of making coin. While Asher turned to a fighting ring, Jasper became a performer on the street. Whether it was playing some sort of character in a staged fight or doing trick shots with a bow, he made sure the people enjoyed his performance enough to drop coin that could allow the brothers to eat for another day. After two years of this, he was pretty good with a bow and being able to play whatever character was thrown his way. It was inconsistent work, but enough for him to be healthy. Even still, this town was not enough for him anymore. He had to DO something. Every day life was beginning to get boring. Excitement was needed.. and what better than hitting the road and traveling? So he brought it up to Asher.
"I think it is time to move on from this wretched town. Bear can be our bodyguard out there, so we would be safe. With our skills I think we'd be able to make it out there- and there can be a little excitement for once. You in?"
"Of course I'm in!" Asher replies as he catches his breathe and wraps his knuckles. "When have you known me to back out from an adventure? Let's just go grab our gear and money from the house and leave at dawn." Asher responds.
With his brother's agreement, they set out on their way.
(There is an application for Asher as well because my friend is applying with me! His user is Justmad1101.)
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Section 4/4 - Open-ended questions
Please answer at least three of the questions to show how your character would interact with the world. Delete the spares (if applicable). Please include at least one paragraph for each question you answer.
Question 1
You stumble outside into the open air after some heavy drinking in an Oserian tavern. Just before you're about to pass an alleyway, a hooded man rushes out of it and runs for it - seemingly, he has both a blade and some jewellery on him. You take a quick peek in the alleyway to see a feminine figure collapsed on the ground, holding her hands over a bleeding wound in her torso. The thief is about to escape and the woman seems in critical condition. You...
I call to my brother Asher to chase after the man as I tend to the woman's wounds and ensures her safety. I would attempt to comfort her as my brother charges after the assailant. I would use my own cloak to stop her bleeding and continue shouting for help. If there was any alcohol nearby, as I don't drink, I would offer for her to take a sip before I leave it in her grasp. I would then instruct her to put pressure on it as I check on my brother and see he would have dealt with the man already.
"You're gonna be okay. You hear me?"
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Question 2
You are on your way to the Korsian city of Telth to sell some wares. Upon reaching the front gates you are stopped by the guard. They deny you entry for the time being as the traffic into the city is too high. You are effectively forced to wait in the refugee camp located between the two gates for the time being. The camp is
filled with shopping stalls and refugees sleeping on the floor. How do you spend your time in the camp?
Annoyed with the situation, my brother and I would look for another, possibly less legal, entrance. I wouldn't even consider the camp as an option unless I was weakened by wound or exhaustion. I would find a less guarded wall that Asher could climb and then lift me up and into the city. If possible, we make sure that a few other poor souls inside the camp can come with us. Upon entering after my brother declines the idea of others following, I would try to find a place to sell both my stolen and legally acquired merchandise.
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Question 3
You've gotten lost and wandered awhile into Drahl lands, eventually finding yourself in Crookmire Swamp, where you decide to settle for the night. Finding a meal to buy for the evening takes some effort, but you do come across an old crone in ragged clothing, who offers to sell you some sea-looking food. She doesn't ask much, but warns you that eating it is 'unpleasant' to outsiders. You...
I would rather starve than eat something that may be poisonous. At least, I would assume it is poisoned. Instead I would politely decline and opt to head to an Inn for a meager meal and maybe a drink (of water) or go hungry. If this becomes an ongoing issue, I would ask Asher to hunt for meat and provide for both of us. Either that, or I would rely on Asher's wolf's 'gifts'. If things became desperate enough, I would pickpocket from those who seem like bad people or could stand to lose a few pounds. Maybe I'd even steal some food.
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Question 4
In the midst of battle, you find yourself approaching a wounded enemy soldier. The soldier is on the floor, clearly in terror as they cradle one of the dead. Enemy forces begin to advance in the distance and you know you have to act fast. The soldier then grasps at a cloth and removes it from the dead soldiers pocket. They continue to cry, and starts calling the dead soldier's name in despair. Then the soldier glances up to see you - with your weapon up - but does not care of your approach, continuing to cradle the dead soldier. You…
I stop. Is this right? Clearly this man has lost a dear friend of his and I cannot bring myself to end the enemy soldier's life. In my earnest opinion, he has suffered enough. So instead of slaying him, I close his friend's eyes and offer a sad smile before returning to where I would be most useful- behind the swords. My bow and I would be better off away from the close combat going on all around. If I deemed it safe, I would probably take an coin from the fallen bodies of both friend and foe. Coin is coin once the dead are gone... but that isn't to say I don't respect the fallen. Especially that of my allies. I would mourn over those I knew and mourn for the families of those I did not.
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Question 5
You have wandered across a seemingly endless tundra for what have felt like days. A raging snowstorm makes you unable to see more than a few metres ahead. Being almost out of resources, you are delighted to find out that you have stumbled your way to a village. Upon closer inspection you find out it's a Northern village, and the residents are not very friendly towards strangers. What do you do in this dire situation?
I wouldn't care much. My mother had told me stories of the north and how you gain their trust- be useful and shut up. To be plain, they only care for survival and loyalty. My mother was in a more intellectual driven tribe but that didn't change the base personality of those who attempt to survive in the north. I would prove that I am useful to them and that I would never do anything to harm them. It wouldn't hurt to have an understanding of their gods- which I do because I worship the same spirits they do! My brother would also have his wolf, which makes him look the part more than I do, and definitely help gaining trust within the village. In short, I would be right at home.
Section 1/4 - Out of Character Information
Minecraft Username(s): TrueParanormal
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Full UUID for your MineCraft account(s) (Found here): af64236d-314d-4753-b3b2-0d8cde90ec15
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What is your age? 18
(We need to know this as our server has an age restriction)
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Have you read the server rules? (Found here) Yes!
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Do you agree with the server rules? Yes!
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How did you hear about Tale of Banners? I was looking for roleplay servers similarly run like Lord of the Craft but more in depth/better. This looks promising!
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Do you have any previous roleplay experience? Yes, Lord of the Craft is a big one but I also spent time on Edawg back when it was a big RPing platform.
(Please give examples, no experience is acceptable)
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Additional Information: (If any) I can be reached at TrueParanormal#7915 on discord.
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Section 2/4 - Terms & Definitions
Please answer these definitions using your own words, the definitions may be researched however not plagiarized (copy-pasted).
What do you define as roleplaying? Anything done in character, whether that be fighting a character (verbally or IRP) or speaking to another character/NPC.
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Describe the term ‘powergaming’ in your own words: Not allowing your character to be weak. This can either be from having no flaws to not allowing any damage to become onto you during IRP fighting.
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Describe the term ‘metagaming’ in your own words: Using outside knowledge, gained outside game, in character.
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What is a "Mary-Sue" character? A generic character that doesn't really have anything interesting going for it.
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What does the abbreviation ‘OOC’ mean & when should this be used? Out of character and it should be used when you are talking ot of character/trying to get to an OOC chat.
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Section 3/4 - Character Creation
Here you will create an example character that could exist in the server’s history and lore.
Provide us with an in-game screenshot of your character’s skin. https://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/13278902/jasper/ (I couldn't upload the screenshot that I took, I'm not the best at uploading images)
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Name: Jasper Finton
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Age: 18
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Culture: Northern (Midlands but grew up in Flintswood)
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Can your character read and write?: Yes, he can read and write.
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Story & Biography: Jasper is a twin. His twin's name is Asher. Their parents, Sigmund and Valkyrie, are northerners from the midlands who moved near Flintswood when their first child, Eir was born. They wanted to settle where they could be left alone and forgotten as they raised their child. However, with the plague still ravaging the world, this proved to be an impossibility. As Eir came down with The Great Death at twelve years of age, Valkyrie learned she now bore twins. Choosing the fates of both her husband and daughter, Valkyrie sent them off to find jobs in town to support the growing family. Unbeknownst to the family, with the plague killing the majority of the people around them, desperation was rising. After a month of this endless labor, Eir began to succumb to the Great Death. Her veins popping and skin started to calcify, she was confined to a bed for the remainder of her life. The day after Eir's burial, the twins were born into the curt-tails of these disasters. They spent their first few weeks crying for their mother, who was distraught with grief, but eventually came to their aid. There was one more disaster yet to occur. On his way home one night after laboring in some field all day, Sigmund was making his way home with what little coin he had made only to be jumped from behind by a man in a cloak. There was a slight altercation involving a blade that switched hands multiple times leaving both participants bloodied and dying. Sigmund dragged himself home, having outlived his assailant, and banged on the door. Valkyrie rushed over, cautious with opening the door at first until she saw her husband dead with his fist clutched around the coins outstretched towards her.
Jasper was never one for physical confrontation. His mother taught his brother and him how to read from the moment they could speak. "No foolish individual may live under the same roof as me!" She would claim. This was something that Jasper adored about her. He always preferred to stick to the shadows or talk his way out of situations, but that isn't to say he was incapable. Growing up near Flintswood ensured that he wold be one of the taller people, even as a child, in the area. Standing at 6'6", Jasper towered over those in the village- excluding his taller brother. Due to being away from his parent's native land, he learned from older children in town and a few friendly passerby how to carve is own rudimentary blades out of wood. One blacksmith even took him in for his teen years (12-16) to teach him how to make his own knives. Before that, however, Asher and Jasper had to find a way to support their family when they were only 8. Their mother had fallen ill and it didn't look like she was getting better any time soon, so they had to do what they could- including pick-pocketing and theft. Using their childish charm, they were able to get in close and slip into pockets easily. However, as they grew older this became more difficult. Using the shadows to his advantage, Jasper learned how to slip in and out of crowded locations without ever being noticed. In addition, he learned how to blend into a crowd, wielding a small blade underneath his shirt sleeve, and cut people's coin purses and other valuables off their person. In situations where his identity could be compromised, he asked his mother for Sigmund's plague mask, one that his father had refused to wear once Eir died. Valkyrie passed away to an unknown disease when he was 16, which led him to relinquish his work with the blacksmith and instead turn to a legitimate way of making coin. While Asher turned to a fighting ring, Jasper became a performer on the street. Whether it was playing some sort of character in a staged fight or doing trick shots with a bow, he made sure the people enjoyed his performance enough to drop coin that could allow the brothers to eat for another day. After two years of this, he was pretty good with a bow and being able to play whatever character was thrown his way. It was inconsistent work, but enough for him to be healthy. Even still, this town was not enough for him anymore. He had to DO something. Every day life was beginning to get boring. Excitement was needed.. and what better than hitting the road and traveling? So he brought it up to Asher.
"I think it is time to move on from this wretched town. Bear can be our bodyguard out there, so we would be safe. With our skills I think we'd be able to make it out there- and there can be a little excitement for once. You in?"
"Of course I'm in!" Asher replies as he catches his breathe and wraps his knuckles. "When have you known me to back out from an adventure? Let's just go grab our gear and money from the house and leave at dawn." Asher responds.
With his brother's agreement, they set out on their way.
(There is an application for Asher as well because my friend is applying with me! His user is Justmad1101.)
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Section 4/4 - Open-ended questions
Please answer at least three of the questions to show how your character would interact with the world. Delete the spares (if applicable). Please include at least one paragraph for each question you answer.
Question 1
You stumble outside into the open air after some heavy drinking in an Oserian tavern. Just before you're about to pass an alleyway, a hooded man rushes out of it and runs for it - seemingly, he has both a blade and some jewellery on him. You take a quick peek in the alleyway to see a feminine figure collapsed on the ground, holding her hands over a bleeding wound in her torso. The thief is about to escape and the woman seems in critical condition. You...
I call to my brother Asher to chase after the man as I tend to the woman's wounds and ensures her safety. I would attempt to comfort her as my brother charges after the assailant. I would use my own cloak to stop her bleeding and continue shouting for help. If there was any alcohol nearby, as I don't drink, I would offer for her to take a sip before I leave it in her grasp. I would then instruct her to put pressure on it as I check on my brother and see he would have dealt with the man already.
"You're gonna be okay. You hear me?"
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Question 2
You are on your way to the Korsian city of Telth to sell some wares. Upon reaching the front gates you are stopped by the guard. They deny you entry for the time being as the traffic into the city is too high. You are effectively forced to wait in the refugee camp located between the two gates for the time being. The camp is
filled with shopping stalls and refugees sleeping on the floor. How do you spend your time in the camp?
Annoyed with the situation, my brother and I would look for another, possibly less legal, entrance. I wouldn't even consider the camp as an option unless I was weakened by wound or exhaustion. I would find a less guarded wall that Asher could climb and then lift me up and into the city. If possible, we make sure that a few other poor souls inside the camp can come with us. Upon entering after my brother declines the idea of others following, I would try to find a place to sell both my stolen and legally acquired merchandise.
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Question 3
You've gotten lost and wandered awhile into Drahl lands, eventually finding yourself in Crookmire Swamp, where you decide to settle for the night. Finding a meal to buy for the evening takes some effort, but you do come across an old crone in ragged clothing, who offers to sell you some sea-looking food. She doesn't ask much, but warns you that eating it is 'unpleasant' to outsiders. You...
I would rather starve than eat something that may be poisonous. At least, I would assume it is poisoned. Instead I would politely decline and opt to head to an Inn for a meager meal and maybe a drink (of water) or go hungry. If this becomes an ongoing issue, I would ask Asher to hunt for meat and provide for both of us. Either that, or I would rely on Asher's wolf's 'gifts'. If things became desperate enough, I would pickpocket from those who seem like bad people or could stand to lose a few pounds. Maybe I'd even steal some food.
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Question 4
In the midst of battle, you find yourself approaching a wounded enemy soldier. The soldier is on the floor, clearly in terror as they cradle one of the dead. Enemy forces begin to advance in the distance and you know you have to act fast. The soldier then grasps at a cloth and removes it from the dead soldiers pocket. They continue to cry, and starts calling the dead soldier's name in despair. Then the soldier glances up to see you - with your weapon up - but does not care of your approach, continuing to cradle the dead soldier. You…
I stop. Is this right? Clearly this man has lost a dear friend of his and I cannot bring myself to end the enemy soldier's life. In my earnest opinion, he has suffered enough. So instead of slaying him, I close his friend's eyes and offer a sad smile before returning to where I would be most useful- behind the swords. My bow and I would be better off away from the close combat going on all around. If I deemed it safe, I would probably take an coin from the fallen bodies of both friend and foe. Coin is coin once the dead are gone... but that isn't to say I don't respect the fallen. Especially that of my allies. I would mourn over those I knew and mourn for the families of those I did not.
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Question 5
You have wandered across a seemingly endless tundra for what have felt like days. A raging snowstorm makes you unable to see more than a few metres ahead. Being almost out of resources, you are delighted to find out that you have stumbled your way to a village. Upon closer inspection you find out it's a Northern village, and the residents are not very friendly towards strangers. What do you do in this dire situation?
I wouldn't care much. My mother had told me stories of the north and how you gain their trust- be useful and shut up. To be plain, they only care for survival and loyalty. My mother was in a more intellectual driven tribe but that didn't change the base personality of those who attempt to survive in the north. I would prove that I am useful to them and that I would never do anything to harm them. It wouldn't hurt to have an understanding of their gods- which I do because I worship the same spirits they do! My brother would also have his wolf, which makes him look the part more than I do, and definitely help gaining trust within the village. In short, I would be right at home.
