My personal view is that my maturity level is acceptable. I have been successful in many other servers before this one. I have a pretty spontaneous sense of humor, but I am serious when necessary. However, I'll leave the server to make the final judgement on my maturity.
~ Tell me about yourself:
Well, I've been involved with the Minecraft community since extremely early alpha. I've been involved successfully in multiple fairly high-caliber servers. Naimly: I was an Operator on Age of Mining, an Admin on The Plague, and I ran my own small roleplay server named Epoch of Eulyros. I have nearly two years of Minecraft roleplaying experience, and I hope to bring that sort of vibe into this server. Cthulu Fhtagn.
~ Have you read through the rules on the first post?:
Each and every one of them.
~ What is the punishment for Griefing?:
Permanent Ban.
~ What is the punishment for hacking (flight/speed/xray/pvp/etc.) on this server?:
Permanent Ban.
~ What should be the main focus here (3 things, check rules)?:
Maturity, Respect, and Common Sense.
~ What's the password?:
Radioflagellata 1.A group of Protozoa having both flagella and pseudopodia.
~ Any questions you have:
How is your intestinal health doing today?
(None, your thread was very concise and informative. Look forward to playing.)
Whether or not to ask for donations was always a source of discomfort among the Administration here at EoE. We came from a few disheartening experiences ourselves, and didn't want things to turn south when we were running a server. However, while we wish we could keep everything running without looking to our players for some help- we would be hard pressed to pass up a thoughtfully given donation.
As per our policy of full disclosure, our server costs at the time of this writing are $32 a month (pretty good for all we have right?). We would appreciate any amount that someone willingly and- unsolicited by ourselves, gives to help us meet this monthly expense. Know that this money will ONLY be spent on server-related costs. If we are thinking about an upgrade from our provider- or advertising space on a website- we will hold votes on the forums; besides that, we will pay our server costs and keep you informed about the amount within the fund- and the costs we incur, should they change. To that end, and to offer a bit of incentive, yet not spoil the robust experience that EoE offers all of its players, we have devised a donation tier system that is both fair and inexpensive. Below you will find the aforementioned tiers, and their added benefits.
Tier #5: Yeoman- ($5 Donation)
● Locks
● Stipend of 500 Marks
● Colored forum and in-game name, so that everyone will know you donated.
Tier #4: Petite Bourgeois- ($10 Donation)
● Locks
● Shops
● Stipend of 1,000 Marks
● Colored forum and in-game name, so that everyone will know you donated.
Tier #3: Burgher - ($25 Donation)
● Locks
● Shops
● Free large area (100x100) of physical protection for a town/city/anything!
● Stipend of 10,000 Marks
● Colored forum and in-game name, so that everyone will know you donated.
Tier #2: Duke/Marquis - ($50 Donation)
● Locks
● Shops
● 3 Free large areas of (100x100) of physical protection for a town/city/anything!
● Baron’s purse of 20,000 Marks
● Colored forum and in-game name, so that everyone will know you donated.
Tier #1: Emperor- ($100 Donation)
● Locks
● Shops
● 5 Free large areas of (100x100) of physical protection for a town/city/anything!
● The title of ‘Duke/Marquis’ (for one their characters) within the Empire of Kusalom, or Kingdom of Landoria (player’s choice)
● Emperor’s purse of 50,000 Marks
● Colored forum and in-game name, so that everyone will know you donated
((Note: Donation Tier Status does not imply in-game RP authority. Epoch of Eulyros reserves the right to remove your Donor status if you are found abusing your tier’s diminutive title.))
So if you feel like helping us keep the lights on, please donate below!
Personal interests: Shell, YAML, Cubing, Cross-Country, Foreign Languages
Reasons for joining: I want to see what all the fuss is about.
What country do you live in: USA
Favorite style of building (ex. Victorian, Medieval, etc.): Trans-Steampunk Renaissance, the essence of the AoM Kusalom, Zeppelins with Medieval-esque culture.
How can you help out the server: I can do some YAML or yell at some database monkeys if you're so inclined.
-Are you fluent in the English language? Absolutely.
-Give us some past examples of Minecraft and Roleplaying experience you have.: I roleplayed on Age of Mining for nearly 2 years straight: http://ageofmining.com that server has now collapsed after a glorious time of prosperity and success. Me and my fellow teammates all come from this server.
-Do you agree to obey and follow our rules and expectations?: Well, I wouldn't plan on joining the server if I didn't, would I?
In-Character (IC):
-Character Name: Thomas Fandon
-Ethnicity: Deep Human - a strange and mutated breed of humans who have adapted to the light-less bowels of the earth.
-Biography (One Paragraph Minimum): The Beginings of Thomas Fandon From His Perspective: My life had, in a sense, been exactly the same every single dark, dreary, and damp day. The swing of the pickaxe, the gathering of the minerals, the grumbling of the Wardens as I presented my meager tribute. I wasn't sure what the point was, or what the outcome would be. I knew only a few things for the majority of my early life - an iron pickaxe, and the walls of caverns. I seldom even bothered to open my eyes, as I could only see only by candlelight in my moist chamber which held only a bunk and a stool to place my single belonging - a pickaxe. It was pointless, and I was discontent. I didn't have the great abilities the rest of my kind did. I couldn't wield a wand, or cast a spell. I was, in a sense, a weak link and a worthless asset. It's no wonder I was the first person to sign up for that scouting party.
It was rumored that the surface had been experiencing great calamities, and that practically all civilization had been torn from the ground. The Warden Council ordered that a scouting party be arranged to investigate the situation on the surface. The party was to be composed of a mixed bag, so to speak. Many different races joined us in our venture, as their leaders were also interested. Among them were Deep Dwarves to do the majority of the mining from below bedrock, Nocturine to help exterminate any Dark Ones, and of course our kind: Deep Humans. I didn't know about or care about the others, all I knew was that all the Deep Humans in our party were in their early forties, new enough to not be the mangled old people the Warden Council tends to be composed of, yet old enough to know how to manage ourselves. It was hard to get just ten men to sign up, there is not a single Deep Human that would care to emerge from the caves. Being in direct sunlight results in discomfort for us. But that's not really the reason, we're just so adapted to living underground there's just not a point. Some men have an absurd sense of Nationalism for that so-called community we had down there. I, however, signed up for a different reason. I was sick and tired of this place. I wanted to experience something with meaning and a definite outcome - I wanted to experience the surface.
The party was dispatched almost immediately after the required amount of men were collected. One of our ancient cave systems gave us a good start, and we simply had to expand it upwards. The mining took days, and the shaft was unbelievably narrow. We had virtually nothing to eat, as we weren't expecting the trip to be long, let alone toilsome. We were so accustomed to tearing out the minerals of the world with brute force, that the others didn't even bother to use their spells. However, the stone got tougher and more organic, worn, and foreign to what we were accustomed to, so some of them were forced to. I, however, was stuck with my worn old pickaxe.
We thought we had reached something, when we opened up into a new cave system. Nobody reacted surprised to it, this was the usual. Find new cave systems, collect what we could, and then mark it on the Grand Map. When we entered the area, however, things were abnormal. The smell was horrid, and the ceiling was dripping with dew. The cobblestone had moss growing on it, and there was.. a cage sitting in the center of the cave. Inside it sat a peculiar beast, rattling at the bars of the cage like a lunatic. Attached to it was an ancient device that appeared to leech through the cage and latch on to the beast. I've heard of it before, it was a famous failure of Deep Human ambition, and resulted in a horrible mistake, creating more Dark Ones than our kind had ever experienced. It had been sealed away in this wretched cave for eons, and when it finally got an instigation to attempt to break free, it ripped open the cage with all it's might, gushing out Dark Ones.
Skeletons, Zombies, Great Spiders, they roared in anger over who dare awaken them. The Nocturine instinctively reacted to the Dark Ones, and fired their bows at such a rapid pace that not even our keen eyes could follow it. All of the enemies seemed to be defending a single focal point, a tall, green, figure with four legs. It leisurely sat and watched as it's pawns attacked it's enemies. When it saw the Nocturine gaining an advantage, it pounced forward on us. It started making an absurd hissing noise, and I lost consciousness.
I shoved the last stone off of my chest, coughing my weak lungs to their very extent. I looked behind me, to see the lifeless bodies of my fellow scouts. I sighed in slight sadness over the loss of my comrades. How had I survived, when they hadn't? I quickly put the thought behind me. It wasn't important, you can't revert the past.
Across the cave I sighted something. Something alien and unforeseen, something enamoring and frightening at the same time. It was a crack in the wall - and light was emitting from it. I dusted my rag clothing off, and sprinted across the cave. I tore my stone pickaxe out of it's sheath mid-run, and hurled it at the side of the wall with a loud clap. The crack enlarged, and it was big enough for me to walk through. I was engulfed by light - and for once, I had meaning. Until, I remembered who I was and what I was wearing. I was standing in direct sunlight with rags for clothing, and I was a Deep Human. I felt a burning sensation on my face.
When I awoke, night had fallen, and I was on the ground of the cave floor. I stumbled outside, and for the first time I witnessed the moon. It was gorgeous, enamoring as the sunlight first appeared to me. I then gazed downward and found that the moon was not the only gorgeous thing near me. Things I would later know to call "forests" and "mountains" dotted the land in front of me. It was so unusual at the time.
-Character Age: During the time of his escape; 42, during his time as an Elder of Kusalom in Eulyros; 84. 42 in Deep Human culture is a very young and untrustworthy age, almost teenage.
-Character Appearance: Thomas Fandon is a tall and slender individual standing at 6' 4'', with an apprehensive and near frightening head, armed with almost glowing rose eyes, and a full head of gray hair despite his age. He is famous for never removing his elongated and shrouding fedora and his almost clearly discomforting Elessar-Era reporter suit. His skin is parchment white with contrast to his facial hair. His shoes are worn in beyond comprehension, he has never changed his shoes.
-Character Personality: Eerily calm, as if he knows what will happen next. His gaze would not change if an orc unleashed his vocal cords in his face.
-What nation does Emperor Dorian rule?: The Empire of Kusalom
-What nation does Commander Hillborn rule?: The Kingdom of Landoria
-What organization does Bael Shadesorrow lead?: The Church of The Holy Cube
-Who is the Guardian Sage of Eulyros?: Templari
-What is TheBritishEditor's favorite kind of pudding?: My favorite kind of pudding is tapioca, of course.
-Give us a brief summary of what you plan to accomplish on this server.: I wish for my main character, Templari, to expel the fiendish Kusalom invaders from his untouched lands, and for my alternate character, Thomas Fandon, to mentor the corrupt Dorian into even MORE corruption and destruction of Eulyros.
-What are your expectations for the Administration team and the Server itself?: I expect that me and my team will manage things well, get things done on time and when we say so, and be generally awesome. I expect our server will go beyond the expectations of any of us, and gain immense reputation.
*In-Game Name: TheBritishEditor *Age: 15 *Write a few sentences about yourself: I'm a hardcore roleplayer with a year and a half of MC-Specific RP'ing, and a countless amount of RP'ing time outside of Minecraft under my belt. I run my own RP server, and I need a peaceful, friendly retreat over the weekends when I just want to build something nice and talk to some calm people whilst eating comfort food. I'm a fairly experienced technician - having helped managed multiple servers (The Plague, Age of Mining, CerberusMC, Nagura, and NewSpawn in particular) over the years. I'm a fairly mellow and courteous person, or at least I believe myself to be based off of the opinions of others - and I look forward to just relaxing on this server from time to time.
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Age:
Are you capable of acting mature?:
Tell me about yourself:
Have you read through the rules on the first post?:
What is the punishment for Griefing?:
What is the punishment for hacking (flight/speed/xray/pvp/etc.) on this server?:
What should be the main focus here (3 things, check rules)?:
What's the password?:
Any questions you have:
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As per our policy of full disclosure, our server costs at the time of this writing are $32 a month (pretty good for all we have right?). We would appreciate any amount that someone willingly and- unsolicited by ourselves, gives to help us meet this monthly expense. Know that this money will ONLY be spent on server-related costs. If we are thinking about an upgrade from our provider- or advertising space on a website- we will hold votes on the forums; besides that, we will pay our server costs and keep you informed about the amount within the fund- and the costs we incur, should they change. To that end, and to offer a bit of incentive, yet not spoil the robust experience that EoE offers all of its players, we have devised a donation tier system that is both fair and inexpensive. Below you will find the aforementioned tiers, and their added benefits.
Tier #5: Yeoman- ($5 Donation)
● Locks
● Stipend of 500 Marks
● Colored forum and in-game name, so that everyone will know you donated.
Tier #4: Petite Bourgeois- ($10 Donation)
● Locks
● Shops
● Stipend of 1,000 Marks
● Colored forum and in-game name, so that everyone will know you donated.
Tier #3: Burgher - ($25 Donation)
● Locks
● Shops
● Free large area (100x100) of physical protection for a town/city/anything!
● Stipend of 10,000 Marks
● Colored forum and in-game name, so that everyone will know you donated.
Tier #2: Duke/Marquis - ($50 Donation)
● Locks
● Shops
● 3 Free large areas of (100x100) of physical protection for a town/city/anything!
● Baron’s purse of 20,000 Marks
● Colored forum and in-game name, so that everyone will know you donated.
Tier #1: Emperor- ($100 Donation)
● Locks
● Shops
● 5 Free large areas of (100x100) of physical protection for a town/city/anything!
● The title of ‘Duke/Marquis’ (for one their characters) within the Empire of Kusalom, or Kingdom of Landoria (player’s choice)
● Emperor’s purse of 50,000 Marks
● Colored forum and in-game name, so that everyone will know you donated
((Note: Donation Tier Status does not imply in-game RP authority. Epoch of Eulyros reserves the right to remove your Donor status if you are found abusing your tier’s diminutive title.))
So if you feel like helping us keep the lights on, please donate below!
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Welcome to Epoch of Eulyros! Before you log in for the first time, re-read the Rules: http://epochofeulyros.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=15
Also, Feel Free To Vote Us Up, After You Have Played And Enjoyed Our Server, If You Feel We Are Worthy:
Chat:
Talk In OOC Via Putting /ooc Before You Message, and Talk in RP By Chatting Without any Commands!
See You At The Temple!
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Why not stop in and take a look at the grand constructions yourself?
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Your Application Has Been Accepted!
Welcome to Epoch of Eulyros! Before you log in for the first time, re-read the Rules: http://epochofeulyros.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=15
Also, Feel Free To Vote Us Up, After You Have Played And Enjoyed Our Server, If You Feel We Are Worthy:
http://minecraft-server-list.com/server/9497/
Chat:
Talk In OOC Via Putting /ooc Before You Message, and Talk in RP By Chatting Without any Commands!
See You At The Temple!
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Don't forget that ANYONE can log on and tour!
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Age: 15
Personal interests: Shell, YAML, Cubing, Cross-Country, Foreign Languages
Reasons for joining: I want to see what all the fuss is about.
What country do you live in: USA
Favorite style of building (ex. Victorian, Medieval, etc.): Trans-Steampunk Renaissance, the essence of the AoM Kusalom, Zeppelins with Medieval-esque culture.
How can you help out the server: I can do some YAML or yell at some database monkeys if you're so inclined.
Original submission date: 10/8/11
Application Status:PLEASE LEAVE BLANK.
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-Minecraft Account Name: TheBritishEditor
-Age: 15
-Your timezone of residence: EST
-Are you fluent in the English language? Absolutely.
-Give us some past examples of Minecraft and Roleplaying experience you have.: I roleplayed on Age of Mining for nearly 2 years straight: http://ageofmining.com that server has now collapsed after a glorious time of prosperity and success. Me and my fellow teammates all come from this server.
-Do you agree to obey and follow our rules and expectations?: Well, I wouldn't plan on joining the server if I didn't, would I?
In-Character (IC):
-Character Name: Thomas Fandon
-Ethnicity: Deep Human - a strange and mutated breed of humans who have adapted to the light-less bowels of the earth.
-Biography (One Paragraph Minimum): The Beginings of Thomas Fandon From His Perspective: My life had, in a sense, been exactly the same every single dark, dreary, and damp day. The swing of the pickaxe, the gathering of the minerals, the grumbling of the Wardens as I presented my meager tribute. I wasn't sure what the point was, or what the outcome would be. I knew only a few things for the majority of my early life - an iron pickaxe, and the walls of caverns. I seldom even bothered to open my eyes, as I could only see only by candlelight in my moist chamber which held only a bunk and a stool to place my single belonging - a pickaxe. It was pointless, and I was discontent. I didn't have the great abilities the rest of my kind did. I couldn't wield a wand, or cast a spell. I was, in a sense, a weak link and a worthless asset. It's no wonder I was the first person to sign up for that scouting party.
It was rumored that the surface had been experiencing great calamities, and that practically all civilization had been torn from the ground. The Warden Council ordered that a scouting party be arranged to investigate the situation on the surface. The party was to be composed of a mixed bag, so to speak. Many different races joined us in our venture, as their leaders were also interested. Among them were Deep Dwarves to do the majority of the mining from below bedrock, Nocturine to help exterminate any Dark Ones, and of course our kind: Deep Humans. I didn't know about or care about the others, all I knew was that all the Deep Humans in our party were in their early forties, new enough to not be the mangled old people the Warden Council tends to be composed of, yet old enough to know how to manage ourselves. It was hard to get just ten men to sign up, there is not a single Deep Human that would care to emerge from the caves. Being in direct sunlight results in discomfort for us. But that's not really the reason, we're just so adapted to living underground there's just not a point. Some men have an absurd sense of Nationalism for that so-called community we had down there. I, however, signed up for a different reason. I was sick and tired of this place. I wanted to experience something with meaning and a definite outcome - I wanted to experience the surface.
The party was dispatched almost immediately after the required amount of men were collected. One of our ancient cave systems gave us a good start, and we simply had to expand it upwards. The mining took days, and the shaft was unbelievably narrow. We had virtually nothing to eat, as we weren't expecting the trip to be long, let alone toilsome. We were so accustomed to tearing out the minerals of the world with brute force, that the others didn't even bother to use their spells. However, the stone got tougher and more organic, worn, and foreign to what we were accustomed to, so some of them were forced to. I, however, was stuck with my worn old pickaxe.
We thought we had reached something, when we opened up into a new cave system. Nobody reacted surprised to it, this was the usual. Find new cave systems, collect what we could, and then mark it on the Grand Map. When we entered the area, however, things were abnormal. The smell was horrid, and the ceiling was dripping with dew. The cobblestone had moss growing on it, and there was.. a cage sitting in the center of the cave. Inside it sat a peculiar beast, rattling at the bars of the cage like a lunatic. Attached to it was an ancient device that appeared to leech through the cage and latch on to the beast. I've heard of it before, it was a famous failure of Deep Human ambition, and resulted in a horrible mistake, creating more Dark Ones than our kind had ever experienced. It had been sealed away in this wretched cave for eons, and when it finally got an instigation to attempt to break free, it ripped open the cage with all it's might, gushing out Dark Ones.
Skeletons, Zombies, Great Spiders, they roared in anger over who dare awaken them. The Nocturine instinctively reacted to the Dark Ones, and fired their bows at such a rapid pace that not even our keen eyes could follow it. All of the enemies seemed to be defending a single focal point, a tall, green, figure with four legs. It leisurely sat and watched as it's pawns attacked it's enemies. When it saw the Nocturine gaining an advantage, it pounced forward on us. It started making an absurd hissing noise, and I lost consciousness.
I shoved the last stone off of my chest, coughing my weak lungs to their very extent. I looked behind me, to see the lifeless bodies of my fellow scouts. I sighed in slight sadness over the loss of my comrades. How had I survived, when they hadn't? I quickly put the thought behind me. It wasn't important, you can't revert the past.
Across the cave I sighted something. Something alien and unforeseen, something enamoring and frightening at the same time. It was a crack in the wall - and light was emitting from it. I dusted my rag clothing off, and sprinted across the cave. I tore my stone pickaxe out of it's sheath mid-run, and hurled it at the side of the wall with a loud clap. The crack enlarged, and it was big enough for me to walk through. I was engulfed by light - and for once, I had meaning. Until, I remembered who I was and what I was wearing. I was standing in direct sunlight with rags for clothing, and I was a Deep Human. I felt a burning sensation on my face.
When I awoke, night had fallen, and I was on the ground of the cave floor. I stumbled outside, and for the first time I witnessed the moon. It was gorgeous, enamoring as the sunlight first appeared to me. I then gazed downward and found that the moon was not the only gorgeous thing near me. Things I would later know to call "forests" and "mountains" dotted the land in front of me. It was so unusual at the time.
-Character Age: During the time of his escape; 42, during his time as an Elder of Kusalom in Eulyros; 84. 42 in Deep Human culture is a very young and untrustworthy age, almost teenage.
-Character Appearance: Thomas Fandon is a tall and slender individual standing at 6' 4'', with an apprehensive and near frightening head, armed with almost glowing rose eyes, and a full head of gray hair despite his age. He is famous for never removing his elongated and shrouding fedora and his almost clearly discomforting Elessar-Era reporter suit. His skin is parchment white with contrast to his facial hair. His shoes are worn in beyond comprehension, he has never changed his shoes.
-Character Personality: Eerily calm, as if he knows what will happen next. His gaze would not change if an orc unleashed his vocal cords in his face.
-Your Minecraft Skin: http://novaskin.me/RVg7N
Verification/Miscellaneous:
-What nation does Emperor Dorian rule?: The Empire of Kusalom
-What nation does Commander Hillborn rule?: The Kingdom of Landoria
-What organization does Bael Shadesorrow lead?: The Church of The Holy Cube
-Who is the Guardian Sage of Eulyros?: Templari
-What is TheBritishEditor's favorite kind of pudding?: My favorite kind of pudding is tapioca, of course.
-Give us a brief summary of what you plan to accomplish on this server.: I wish for my main character, Templari, to expel the fiendish Kusalom invaders from his untouched lands, and for my alternate character, Thomas Fandon, to mentor the corrupt Dorian into even MORE corruption and destruction of Eulyros.
-What are your expectations for the Administration team and the Server itself?: I expect that me and my team will manage things well, get things done on time and when we say so, and be generally awesome. I expect our server will go beyond the expectations of any of us, and gain immense reputation.
-How did you stumble upon us?: MCForums
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*Age: 15
*Write a few sentences about yourself: I'm a hardcore roleplayer with a year and a half of MC-Specific RP'ing, and a countless amount of RP'ing time outside of Minecraft under my belt. I run my own RP server, and I need a peaceful, friendly retreat over the weekends when I just want to build something nice and talk to some calm people whilst eating comfort food. I'm a fairly experienced technician - having helped managed multiple servers (The Plague, Age of Mining, CerberusMC, Nagura, and NewSpawn in particular) over the years. I'm a fairly mellow and courteous person, or at least I believe myself to be based off of the opinions of others - and I look forward to just relaxing on this server from time to time.