eto
Level 15
GENERAL INFORMATION
IGN:
flizzier (I have an alternate account I play which is SupportTicket)
What is your discord name and tag (name#0000)?:
My discord name is flizzier#3089.
What is your timezone/What country are you from?:
I am from the United Kingdom, with my current timezone being BST. However, it is subject to change during the winter months to GMT.
Do you have a microphone and are able to speak VIA discord?:
I do have a microphone which I communicate daily within calls on Discord. The only time I will not be able to speak is if something was happening in the background, disrupting my audio.
Do you recognise you could be removed from the community team?:
Being a part of the community team means that I should show maturity, be fully active and efficient when it comes to my role. I recognise that if I fail to represent/carry out my role properly, then I can be removed from this position.
List a few things that may obstruct your progress/development on the Lore Team.
One of the things that come to mind if I were to be obstructed from any development on the Lore-Team would be my college work. I am an A-Level student here in the UK, meaning that next year I will be taking my exams in the summer. Though I could do Lore-Team work in my spare time, I also study English Literature and Language which I am set writing projects to do already. Of course, I prioritise my education before anything else. However, if that is the case, then an inactivity log will surely be put in place.
What makes you different from other applicants?:
I would not say I’m unique, as plenty of people have all-rounded skills. However, I am fully articulated with vocabulary and punctuation, since I have the versatility to write different genres of writing, but also reading from a young age. I want to improve my ability to write; I have the will-power to learn and grow from feedback. I believe those things combined may make me different.
What makes you passionate about writing?:
Writing has always been an interest of mine - developing way before I had the confidence to even show anyone my own work. It had started around the age of seven as I was an avid reader, always diving into a book well past my age expectancy (with myself acquiring a reading age of twenty-four only at aged twelve). Although reading was fun, I wanted to dabble into the mindset of an author; fabricating the piece, rather than being entertained by it. The idea of warping my thoughts and ideas of fictional tales for others to enjoy makes me motivated to grab a pen and write or open a new document on my computer to type.
I am passionate about writing because of how powerful literature can be. The way someone may word a sentence determines its interpretation; a lot can be left towards the imagination. Like previously mentioned, entertaining people by what I write through how they picture the world that I have created. As a writer, I lay the foundations for the words to flourish.
Do you have any previous experience with writing lore or creative writing as a general aspect?:
In terms of lore, I have hosted a few Discord roleplay servers in the past where I have written lore in order for those roleplaying to grasp the concepts of what the role-play was about. Most were fantasy-fiction since I’ve always preferred writing about that sort of stuff due to my overactive imagination. These Discord roleplay servers were all within my friendship group at the time over the span of one-four years. Many times have I also written lore on my characters too - some within SRP, and some not.
When talking about creative writing, I have a lot of experience. From high school, I was always offered to take part in writing competitions which some I ended up participating in. I also used to write a lot in my free time as a release, since both reading books and writing is escapism for me. I have many book ideas I wish to pursue later in life as I’d like my profession to be an English teacher, but also an author hopefully on the side. Writing is something I do often. There are a few writing pieces here and there I have produced, most of which are short stories.
I used to write poetry late 2018 - middle of 2019 as more of a ‘vent’ on Wattpad but recently took them down. They managed to grow popular for a little while, reaching just over 1.2K views between two books I had and ended up being ranked in the top ten under the category 'Nature'. Writing in that particular genre, I was heavily inspired by Romantic poets such as William Wordsworth and William Blake. Hopefully, I would like to start writing poetry again in the summer (which is why I deleted those books, for a revamp).
If you wish to see any of my non-SRP related writing pieces feel free to DM me.
What is lore to you?:
Lore effectively is the archive of information on the pre-existing world around them, in this case, the fictional town of Karakura. Lore enables those who are roleplaying (again, I am using the example of the server) to understand what has happened in the town already. They need to make sense of the environment in order to be able to integrate into it. Therefore, lore enables that process to happen; it's the background against the story which is happening. It can be broken into little individual pieces, each to their own.
WRITING PROMPTS
[To clarify, this is in the account of Momose Umeda Hamilton, a thirty-six year old school employee, one of my characters. Just so you’re aware beforehand, the piece exceeded the word limit in the question - sorry in advance (once I get started, I can’t stop sometimes).]
Half five on a Wednesday morning. Momose did not even have to be awoken by the alarm this morning, though instead, the thunder did its job instead. She lifted her head groggily, the raindrops forming their own repertoire on the windowpane, a soft rhythm of tapping. It was a workday, like any usual day. A day full of students whining to her about overdue library books, or the nonsense of teacher gossip. It was exhausting on her part - Library-Manager came with its consequences, though books made it all worthwhile. She looked to her side, seeing Mycroft lay asleep next to her. Typical, she thought. He has work in two hours and he’s not even awake yet. Momose leaned out towards him, tapping his body.
The weather was a constant downpour. Momose stood at the window, the mug cupped in between her dainty hands, staring off into the distance. She was dressed now, plain slacks in green and black. It wasn’t as if those were the only clothes she had; comfort was simply the key. Late hours turn into discomfort in heels, especially when reaching on top of the shelves. It was as though aging made her taste blander. Once she wore mini-skirts, fishnet stockings, and berets. Now as she got older, it was only turtlenecks and skirts with a length to put nunneries to shame. There was a clicking sound that caught Momose’s attention. She turned on her heels and there stood one of her daughters, Zise. She gave a quick wave, not really saying much as one might do in an awkward situation with their parents. Kids will always be kids. Momose moved from her position and made her way towards the kitchen.
Leftover rice; making bento boxes for lunch had always been a tradition. Momose finished three boxes up with homemade onigiri before cling filming the rest to store in the fridge. Quirky notes and stickers were stashed in each box, an array of coloured paper each unique to their own. There was nothing more to be done so Momose grabbed her handbag, slipped on her shoes, and off she went to work.
The library was nothing more than a serene thought bubble of wisdom, less attractive to those who are blind from ignorance. That is what she thought, anyway. Only those who keep their eyes long enough shall see the library actually has a purpose, which made her feel validated somewhat. Though, the constant dread of one day all of this knowledge bound by paper and leather all being forgotten lingered. Momose picked up a book, something in English.
Choosing was not one of Momose’s specialist skills. With clothes, or books, or even if to get up in the mornings. However, she had ultimately caught herself in an inevitable trap. She ended up getting a few takeout noodle boxes though, shoving them into paper bags and now was at the point where she was walking home in the dark. Momose darted down the streets, avoiding the misfits and supposed criminals around town. She couldn’t bear them. And once she was home, off went the shoes.
They took in their meals, faces stuffed with food. Sometimes, it felt as though she owned her own menagerie and she had to satisfy each and every one of her family. Tonight, on one hand, did indeed give them the satisfaction they ever so desired. Though on the other, they all never stayed afterward. Zise, Yeosun, and Sayoko all went to their rooms, closing the door behind them. Exhaustively in her own time after television and reading, Momose made her way to bed. Each day was the same cycle, like clockwork, and half five would come round again.
I ponder upon the greatest physical aspect of Karakura often, and though I mean to trail my thought one way, I am always led back to the same answer; the beach.
My initial thoughts of a beach bring me back to something off of the coast of Spain. Hundreds, if not thousands of holiday-goers lathered in sunscreen, bodies lay in order across the sandy surfaces. Seagulls cawing and children screeching, I grimace at the thought of being squelched in the middle of such, yet Karakura’s beach is somehow the antithesis - combining the serenity and curiosity of such a location to be the perfect combination of a hangout spot.
The lighthouse is a mystery - somewhat. As a landmark of Karakura in my eyes, this building is underappreciated. Climbing up the numerous stairs, one after the other, the view is a spectacle of the phenomenon. The sun, sinking into the depths of the sea. They used to say that the sun would disappear, its flame submerged in the ocean waves for hours before rising again. It’s somewhere that upon reflection, one can truly let themselves go. Of course, only if you don’t have acrophobia. There are many fond memories I have here, from my characters yelling into the deep abyss of the waters something outlandish, to even chasing a friend down the stairs. I am unaware of its history. Yet, that is what draws me to it. I have the ability to warp its potential and use it to my advantage. Even though you may not enjoy such aspects, there still is an appreciation for its aesthetics. Its scenery remains a masterpiece.
I am no volleyball extraordinaire. I cannot spike, nor serve. However, I do recognise that the volleyball courts nowadays are the heart of the beach; flocks of die-heart fans of Karakura’s teams waiting in-line to verse a member at a time. The atmosphere, I can smell the competitiveness from a mile away. In essence, this area essentially keeps the youth young. Karakura is ridden with crime, yet playing volleyball almost puts that at a standstill. Many bystanders tend to ogle at the ball. It’s those little moments - to capture the image - of playing the game and being aware of your senses. The roughness of the ball, the sound of the waves against the shore, the view of those anticipated to watch till the end. It’s a sense of harmony, community.
I have an attachment towards the beach - mainly due to childhood memories, of myself enjoying the water’s edge and what lay beneath it. It overlaps into my roleplay experience and in some ways, I see the beauty of the beach more than I do anywhere else. It’s a natural archive that needs to be preserved and longed to be enjoyed.
IGN:
flizzier (I have an alternate account I play which is SupportTicket)
What is your discord name and tag (name#0000)?:
My discord name is flizzier#3089.
What is your timezone/What country are you from?:
I am from the United Kingdom, with my current timezone being BST. However, it is subject to change during the winter months to GMT.
Do you have a microphone and are able to speak VIA discord?:
I do have a microphone which I communicate daily within calls on Discord. The only time I will not be able to speak is if something was happening in the background, disrupting my audio.
Do you recognise you could be removed from the community team?:
Being a part of the community team means that I should show maturity, be fully active and efficient when it comes to my role. I recognise that if I fail to represent/carry out my role properly, then I can be removed from this position.
List a few things that may obstruct your progress/development on the Lore Team.
One of the things that come to mind if I were to be obstructed from any development on the Lore-Team would be my college work. I am an A-Level student here in the UK, meaning that next year I will be taking my exams in the summer. Though I could do Lore-Team work in my spare time, I also study English Literature and Language which I am set writing projects to do already. Of course, I prioritise my education before anything else. However, if that is the case, then an inactivity log will surely be put in place.
What makes you different from other applicants?:
I would not say I’m unique, as plenty of people have all-rounded skills. However, I am fully articulated with vocabulary and punctuation, since I have the versatility to write different genres of writing, but also reading from a young age. I want to improve my ability to write; I have the will-power to learn and grow from feedback. I believe those things combined may make me different.
What makes you passionate about writing?:
Writing has always been an interest of mine - developing way before I had the confidence to even show anyone my own work. It had started around the age of seven as I was an avid reader, always diving into a book well past my age expectancy (with myself acquiring a reading age of twenty-four only at aged twelve). Although reading was fun, I wanted to dabble into the mindset of an author; fabricating the piece, rather than being entertained by it. The idea of warping my thoughts and ideas of fictional tales for others to enjoy makes me motivated to grab a pen and write or open a new document on my computer to type.
I am passionate about writing because of how powerful literature can be. The way someone may word a sentence determines its interpretation; a lot can be left towards the imagination. Like previously mentioned, entertaining people by what I write through how they picture the world that I have created. As a writer, I lay the foundations for the words to flourish.
Do you have any previous experience with writing lore or creative writing as a general aspect?:
In terms of lore, I have hosted a few Discord roleplay servers in the past where I have written lore in order for those roleplaying to grasp the concepts of what the role-play was about. Most were fantasy-fiction since I’ve always preferred writing about that sort of stuff due to my overactive imagination. These Discord roleplay servers were all within my friendship group at the time over the span of one-four years. Many times have I also written lore on my characters too - some within SRP, and some not.
When talking about creative writing, I have a lot of experience. From high school, I was always offered to take part in writing competitions which some I ended up participating in. I also used to write a lot in my free time as a release, since both reading books and writing is escapism for me. I have many book ideas I wish to pursue later in life as I’d like my profession to be an English teacher, but also an author hopefully on the side. Writing is something I do often. There are a few writing pieces here and there I have produced, most of which are short stories.
I used to write poetry late 2018 - middle of 2019 as more of a ‘vent’ on Wattpad but recently took them down. They managed to grow popular for a little while, reaching just over 1.2K views between two books I had and ended up being ranked in the top ten under the category 'Nature'. Writing in that particular genre, I was heavily inspired by Romantic poets such as William Wordsworth and William Blake. Hopefully, I would like to start writing poetry again in the summer (which is why I deleted those books, for a revamp).
If you wish to see any of my non-SRP related writing pieces feel free to DM me.
What is lore to you?:
Lore effectively is the archive of information on the pre-existing world around them, in this case, the fictional town of Karakura. Lore enables those who are roleplaying (again, I am using the example of the server) to understand what has happened in the town already. They need to make sense of the environment in order to be able to integrate into it. Therefore, lore enables that process to happen; it's the background against the story which is happening. It can be broken into little individual pieces, each to their own.
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WRITING PROMPTS
↳ Write a 200-400 word story for a day in the world of Karakura
[To clarify, this is in the account of Momose Umeda Hamilton, a thirty-six year old school employee, one of my characters. Just so you’re aware beforehand, the piece exceeded the word limit in the question - sorry in advance (once I get started, I can’t stop sometimes).]
Half five on a Wednesday morning. Momose did not even have to be awoken by the alarm this morning, though instead, the thunder did its job instead. She lifted her head groggily, the raindrops forming their own repertoire on the windowpane, a soft rhythm of tapping. It was a workday, like any usual day. A day full of students whining to her about overdue library books, or the nonsense of teacher gossip. It was exhausting on her part - Library-Manager came with its consequences, though books made it all worthwhile. She looked to her side, seeing Mycroft lay asleep next to her. Typical, she thought. He has work in two hours and he’s not even awake yet. Momose leaned out towards him, tapping his body.
“Get up, Croft,” She hushed, “You can’t sleep forever.”
He murmured something incoherent which made Momose chuckle. She quickly kissed his cheek, hopping out of the warmth of her bed.The weather was a constant downpour. Momose stood at the window, the mug cupped in between her dainty hands, staring off into the distance. She was dressed now, plain slacks in green and black. It wasn’t as if those were the only clothes she had; comfort was simply the key. Late hours turn into discomfort in heels, especially when reaching on top of the shelves. It was as though aging made her taste blander. Once she wore mini-skirts, fishnet stockings, and berets. Now as she got older, it was only turtlenecks and skirts with a length to put nunneries to shame. There was a clicking sound that caught Momose’s attention. She turned on her heels and there stood one of her daughters, Zise. She gave a quick wave, not really saying much as one might do in an awkward situation with their parents. Kids will always be kids. Momose moved from her position and made her way towards the kitchen.
Leftover rice; making bento boxes for lunch had always been a tradition. Momose finished three boxes up with homemade onigiri before cling filming the rest to store in the fridge. Quirky notes and stickers were stashed in each box, an array of coloured paper each unique to their own. There was nothing more to be done so Momose grabbed her handbag, slipped on her shoes, and off she went to work.
“I cannot believe it, Senden got us a cake again!”
As Mycroft began eating the gifted Victoria sponge cake, Momose was beginning to put away a pile of returned books to their original shelf. She gave out a little snort, getting on her tiptoes to reach a particular shelf. Today had been quieter than usual, but mostly due to the fact that some sports teams had a tryout; Momose couldn’t remember which one, they were all the same to her. The library was nothing more than a serene thought bubble of wisdom, less attractive to those who are blind from ignorance. That is what she thought, anyway. Only those who keep their eyes long enough shall see the library actually has a purpose, which made her feel validated somewhat. Though, the constant dread of one day all of this knowledge bound by paper and leather all being forgotten lingered. Momose picked up a book, something in English.
“Uh, Mycroft? Do you know what this says?” Momose walks up to her husband, showing the book.
Mycroft glances over at the book, pushing his glasses up the brim of his nose. “Wuthering Heights, a classic.”
“I know what Wuthering Heights is,” She scowls. “I just didn’t know what it was in English.”
Pushing off his trickery, Momose upon finishing her organisation decided that tonight was the night for relaxation. She had always been the cook - no doubt in her mind about it. However, tonight she wanted something different; noodles. She made her way over towards her desk, plopping herself down. A moment of silence- though not for long.Mycroft glances over at the book, pushing his glasses up the brim of his nose. “Wuthering Heights, a classic.”
“I know what Wuthering Heights is,” She scowls. “I just didn’t know what it was in English.”
“MRS. HAMIIIIIILLLTOOOOON!” screamed a student, running from the maze of bookshelves.
Momose huffed.Choosing was not one of Momose’s specialist skills. With clothes, or books, or even if to get up in the mornings. However, she had ultimately caught herself in an inevitable trap. She ended up getting a few takeout noodle boxes though, shoving them into paper bags and now was at the point where she was walking home in the dark. Momose darted down the streets, avoiding the misfits and supposed criminals around town. She couldn’t bear them. And once she was home, off went the shoes.
“Welcome home!” Her daughters said in unison. “We’re hungry!”
Momose laughed. Such a mundane day, and yet coming home was all worth it. They took in their meals, faces stuffed with food. Sometimes, it felt as though she owned her own menagerie and she had to satisfy each and every one of her family. Tonight, on one hand, did indeed give them the satisfaction they ever so desired. Though on the other, they all never stayed afterward. Zise, Yeosun, and Sayoko all went to their rooms, closing the door behind them. Exhaustively in her own time after television and reading, Momose made her way to bed. Each day was the same cycle, like clockwork, and half five would come round again.
↳ Write about your favorite physical aspect of Karakura (things like classrooms/gardens etc.) Why? What makes it special?
I ponder upon the greatest physical aspect of Karakura often, and though I mean to trail my thought one way, I am always led back to the same answer; the beach.
My initial thoughts of a beach bring me back to something off of the coast of Spain. Hundreds, if not thousands of holiday-goers lathered in sunscreen, bodies lay in order across the sandy surfaces. Seagulls cawing and children screeching, I grimace at the thought of being squelched in the middle of such, yet Karakura’s beach is somehow the antithesis - combining the serenity and curiosity of such a location to be the perfect combination of a hangout spot.
The lighthouse is a mystery - somewhat. As a landmark of Karakura in my eyes, this building is underappreciated. Climbing up the numerous stairs, one after the other, the view is a spectacle of the phenomenon. The sun, sinking into the depths of the sea. They used to say that the sun would disappear, its flame submerged in the ocean waves for hours before rising again. It’s somewhere that upon reflection, one can truly let themselves go. Of course, only if you don’t have acrophobia. There are many fond memories I have here, from my characters yelling into the deep abyss of the waters something outlandish, to even chasing a friend down the stairs. I am unaware of its history. Yet, that is what draws me to it. I have the ability to warp its potential and use it to my advantage. Even though you may not enjoy such aspects, there still is an appreciation for its aesthetics. Its scenery remains a masterpiece.
I am no volleyball extraordinaire. I cannot spike, nor serve. However, I do recognise that the volleyball courts nowadays are the heart of the beach; flocks of die-heart fans of Karakura’s teams waiting in-line to verse a member at a time. The atmosphere, I can smell the competitiveness from a mile away. In essence, this area essentially keeps the youth young. Karakura is ridden with crime, yet playing volleyball almost puts that at a standstill. Many bystanders tend to ogle at the ball. It’s those little moments - to capture the image - of playing the game and being aware of your senses. The roughness of the ball, the sound of the waves against the shore, the view of those anticipated to watch till the end. It’s a sense of harmony, community.
I have an attachment towards the beach - mainly due to childhood memories, of myself enjoying the water’s edge and what lay beneath it. It overlaps into my roleplay experience and in some ways, I see the beauty of the beach more than I do anywhere else. It’s a natural archive that needs to be preserved and longed to be enjoyed.
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