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Minecraft Account Name(s): ShameJax Skype: jaxsonw How long have you played on LotC?: Time zone and availability: My timezone is EST, although my sleep schedule is quite off so it differs in practice. The availability is up in the air, but I should possess at bare minimum an hour a day to handle loremags and projects. I still wish to continue my previous projects before I resigned. What subgenre (refer to LM specifications list) are you versed in most?: I have a wide general knowledge, although the areas that I possess the most expertise in are alchemy, generally most magical related areas (pas holy magic), and racial lore (High Elves and Dwarves). Give a summary of any staff positions you have held on LoTC: I've been a member of five staff teams over my period on LOTC. MAT: I led this team in the past, and served as manager for a long time previous. This is where my work ethic has shown through the most, as when I sat down to do something it was generally done as soon as I was capable of doing so. i had implemented a variety of reforms on the team through my team that I believe aided the team to better moderate player experience to maximize enjoyment. AT: The first staff team I was on, I simply was the typical application pusher. There was nothing special that I had done on this team to be honest. WT: I was brought onto this team to complete the magical section of the wiki, once this was done I resigned. FM: I held this position for a good amount of time, but it truly did not suit me. My personal morals stood against what most of the team did, as I wanted to solve issues instead of bringing them to another space. LM: I only held this position for a brief period of time before I had resigned from burning out. I wish to continue my work on the indexes and reworking alchemy lore if I am to be brought onto the team. I would argue that my break has greatly rejuvenated me and inspired quite a few other ideas. Have you ever written lore for LoTC? (this will not augment your chances at obtaining the position of LM.): I have written lore for the server. Although, recently I have been trapped with multiple unfinished lore pieces as I do not finish them before server dynamics change or before I jump to another piece. Being on a team with a specific purpose would definitely help, and it would be done quickly as shown by my work ethic on the MAT. Have you ever received a blacklist or ban?: It feels so strange and so long ago, but one year and four months ago I had received a magic blacklist. I would say there have been many improvements on my part since then, considering I am now on the complete opposite side of that spectrum. I have been banned many times, but that is likely to be expected as I joined when I was 12. As it stands I have not been banned in quite some time. Who do you not get along with on the Lore Team?: As of current, no one. But that is due to the lack of members on the team currently.

The void was a peculiar place. There was no mass yet it was all, a place that is moreso of the mind than anything physical. Viewing it was beyond basic comprehension of any mind, even trying to imagine it was a truly mind numbing experience. Yet there were those few that have been tainted and scarred by the void, removing the creator’s mark upon them. The few that were left in a cursed existence in a state between all death and life, with no escape from it. The essence of the once Voidshifter was scattered about, the blemished platinum aura of the Archon strained about the realm. He was trapped after that failure of an experiment, the transference of forms resulting in nothingness. Those that knew the Archon may have occasionally noticed a few small silver wisps strewn about the realm, similar to an arcanist’s evocation. As time went on this slowly progressed in occurrence, magi of familiarity to the being continuously noticing this presence. If these wisps were ever touched they’d simply split apart into smaller and smaller wisps, dispersing into nothingness. Still, the being was left in the void, even if his mana may be perpetually leaking into the overworld. Eventually another event peered into the overworld, occasionally those that knew the arcanist to a greater extent would hear his voice within their mind. a̵͓̬̩͖͎̮̩̻̰̦̝̝̣͓̝̗͉̕͘͜c̡̡͍̻͇̩̝̳̤̻͠͠ͅh҉͟҉̬̲̥͔̺̰̫͍͔̼̕ ơ̡͓̲̻͚̘̖͍̻̳̠͙͕̼̳̮͡͝ͅͅͅr̕҉̧͞͏͕̳̯̟͕̥̪̭̥̳ͅȩ͙̻̞̺̻͈̖̫̞̱͙̙̲̤̹̺̳͈́ͅ ̷̷̡̡̣̘̣̦̯ͅu̷̡͚̺̝̠̹̺̳̕̕͢ń̺̺̮̖̥͖̥̮͎͇͈̲̠̰͢t̸̰̟̞͕̬̱̜͘͞͝ Ǫ̵̵͟͏̥̟̲̭͍̟͍̥̜̗ṋ̷̻̗̣̗͎͘͢͜͞c̷͓̯̬̖̲̩̻̕͢͢è̴̞̹̼̜̣͙̟͓̕͞ ҉̖̗̰̭̥́͘͠ͅm̦͔̮͈͓͍̳̞̠̱̰͟͝ o̧̧̤̫̥̰̖̣̖̲͍̦͙͍̫͝͠ ̥̩͔̖̺̘̖͈͉͓̯̳̀͝t̢҉̰̟̹̹̥͇̩̘̹̟̩̮̜͇̬̹̤̺ḩ̧͈̝̼͚͍̠̝͈͍̟̞͔͍͢͢e҉̷̻͈̱͚͙̙͎̰̦͙͎̥͘ͅ ̸͠͏͍̜̭̖̹̼͍͈̩̗b̛̬̯̼̻͕̬̟̱̖̼͇̺͕̣̥̺̰͘͝͞͡r̸̡̢̥͈͍̰̙̦̬̟̖̭̪̦̱̀ͅe͢͢҉̛̬̝͔͔̜͖̲ The voidal energy morphed and swirled within the singular point in existence, land about illuminating with the arcanic light. Wisps swarming the swirl, conjoining and forming into a blob of the ethereal energy. Thorough and through the blob would split apart and rejoin, each moment a more detailed piece of the creature coming into existence. More wisps would come into existence, becoming one with the blob as the process repeated. Eventually it would end in process, the ethereal being of a silver hue falling onto the swamped, wet grounds. Ơ̴͓̰̱̹̼̬͟n̢̜͈͇̗̘̹̮̺̟̠͞͝c̶̡̦̝̞̯͈͞ę̴̨̱̼͚̲̖̜̰̲͙̮̖ ̷̨͕͍̜͓ṃ̤̪̟̼̭͇̪͍̝̼̺̼̀ơ͜͜҉͈̙̺͇̲͔̙͖̯̠͈͉ͅr҉̴̨̧͙͇̜̩̯̮͕̗̩̲͎̜͖̞̫̟e̴͖̬͕̟͓̰̰̗͖͓̲͇̬̙̲̼̰͟ͅ ͖͚̗͇͔̟͇̞̩͕͓̯͘u̶̗̤̳̬̪̦̻͙̗̯͟͠͡͝ͅǹ̟͔͉͈͟͠ͅṭ̴̶̷̶̬̖͉̗̻̘̳͖͍̩̘͓͎͇͙̰̩ó̢̙̞͉̺̹̮̪̭͘͟ͅ ̵̵̡̮͈̤̯̪̞̟̗̭͙̱͓͓̣͈̫̀͡t̩͈͉̘͚̳̲͕͎́͜͡h̵͖̻͕̳̹e̷̴͠҉̺̖̪̥̭͎̰͓͔̣̣͕̹̝̦̭̻̻̪ ͞҉̥̝̬̗̠̠̠̲̠̭̪͞͡b̸̨͇̰̭̼̭̀͞r̨͇͙̯̬̘͇͚̕͡e̡͎̫̮͖̮͉̘̳̬̬͉͇̙͙̩͘͠ͅà̴҉̯̱̰͖̺̫̗͚͍̠̣͚̘̝̰̣̕c̸̸̯͍̙͓̬̟̝̲̬̪̬̦͕̀͠ͅh̙͉͈̙͚̪̼̜̰̹͢ͅ

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theres a communist in my ap gov class so i asked him to show me where palestine was on the map faiz's white twin!??!?!?!

excuse me i made $20 today tyvm

I recall that day where I had made the fatal application. On this old, hand me down, mac I sat there with my mouth agape, staring upon the LOTC website. Given, I was eleven at the time; I did not understand what much, if not anything, was. It took me four attempts, eventually a wide grin creeped upon my face. And that’s when I joined this torturous hell - a place that none of us really remember as to why we stay. Looking back I can tell the reasons I stayed, easy interaction. I’m a rather lazy individual and I was given the opportunity to perform the basic need of socialization from home. Crawling up from that 11 year old edge state. A state in which I played a stereotypical ranger wood elf, to perhaps something worse; a snow elf. If it weren’t for the snow elves I would have likely left this server long ago, and I do not know if that is good or bad. I met many great individuals during this period of time, Ryan, Danny, Hydra, Silent, Drew, and Onm. You’re all people that kept me glued to this server, you all became great friends of mine. I clashed with many of you countless times, but somehow it was always resolved as per children in the end. I stayed doing this for nearly an infinite period of time, two years I believe. During this middle of 4.0 I left the snow elves in a (cringy) attempt to join the undead. This lasted nearly their entire period, myself being one of the cringiest individuals on the server at the time. Bouncing about after this period I had many mis-adventures. Whether it be being blacklisted or sabotaging some group or another I was there, being in the simplest sense a retard. And then there was a swing, I went to join Haelun’or under Ski. I often attempted to do this on my snow elf, but none had worked until the permakill of said character. This is easily a dramatic change, a reduction in my cringyness by far. I aided Haelun’or whilst fighting with Dunamis, causing quite a few conflicts with where I had loyalties for myself. After being banned due to some reasons I still find silly, I left Dunamis as I simply did not wish to put up with the state that I was in. I became fully for Haelun’or, aiding it with pixelated materials quite a bit. I had supplied the group until being placed as effectively the treasurer, a lot of politics post such. A certain individual, Ski, helped me an unbelievable amount during this time period. He allowed my maturity to foster, making a difference upon both in game and real life in some ways. I may not agree with him upon many things, but it is undebatable that he was a mentor to me. This same individual had given me an offer I can’t refuse, an offer to aid in the founding of the infamous Sanctuary. This time had allowed me to join the POWERful ranks of the LOTC staff, starting out as a mere application secretary. And now here I am, fingers pressing rapidly upon a mechanical keyboard as I create this post. I sit currently as MAT lead, LM, and FM, all of which I resign from. That is not all I resign though, I resign my presence upon this server. I have found a lack of freetime recently, the freetime that is needed to perform any moderation. Not only that, but I have lost interest on the server. My time on this server is not something I will be forgetting, although not something that I shall cherish either.

Denied. There are already potions that accomplish similar effects to this, although separated. Denied. This is quite something that should not be done on the server, especially with the use of alchemy.

kitty why do i love you

MAT*

nah nephilim are never getting approved

If you ever wish to report a player for abuse of magic please use the following format. If you wish to submit a private report please privately PM it to a member of the MT. Minecraft name(s): Rules broken: Magic/creature that is misused: Brief description of the scenario: Evidence:

During the last period of recruitment for the MAT we were faced with multiple responses of 'Wait what? I applied for the MAT?' This shows a clear issue of it not being known if people are still interested in holding the position. Thus all MAT apps have been purged, if you are still interested feel free to simply copy your past application over.

Corvoo is an excellent MAT, along with a new druidic LM being needed he is a perfect candidate for the position.

Updated to the new format.

The lone arcanic figure arose atop the mountain, crisp winds and roaring snow about it. Platinum ethereal trails down the figures robes, beating into the snow with each moment. Thoughts beat upon the entrapped mind; between chaos and all there was some sentience. "What has become of him?" Would repeat once and anew, until the energy that made up the being would seemingly disperse. Each wisp of the arcana appearing to implode upon itself until the figure was simply not there.

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.