TotallyTogular
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Whatโs your IGN?: TotallyTogular
What's your Discord Tag?: totallytogular
Do you have any alternative accounts?: No
Do you have a functioning microphone?: Yes
How old are you?: 21
Have you worked in teams like this before?: Yes, albeit much smaller (3-4 people maximum)
Do you have any previous experience?: Yes, I have experience in writing personal and original lore, along with working on very small lore teams.
What do you believe is your writing strong suit?: I believe my writing strong suit is historical accuracy and fake/alternative history.
Why are you interested in joining the Lore Team?: I want to help create engaging events and lore that players can enjoy and interact with! Along with gaining another reason to write more lore based stuff for things I like.
How did you learn about the server?: My girlfriend told me about it and invited me to the server.
What unique contributions can you bring to the server?: I'm a quick learner with an eager passion for lore and roleplay. I also try my very best to bring along with me a very inclusive and supportive community that people can learn and thrive in, along with being a great team worker.
Write a short story of a Self-Made Yokai you can find roaming throughout the island:
A young man, garbed in a yukata, roams the island. Wallowing in sadness everywhere he goes, he walks along miserably, invisible to the eyes of people that stand alone. Those in an extremely large group though, may see this young man. This is a yokai that brings disaster with him, walking the mountain paths and roads. Albeit rarely appearing, it must be a cloudy night, where the clouds sit on the foot of the mountain.
The young man will pass by the big group, crying and talking in a form of contorted Japanese speech, an incomprehensible language to anyone hearing it. It then starts with loose rocks on the path, your group may trip or slip on them. Soon a rumbling is heard. The clouds covering the impending doom that is about to befall the group. Larger rocks pass by before mud comes down, taking away the group, unable to escape its area in time.
They warn you not to hike at night in groups larger than five, for the vibrations and talking may cause a landslide. But many believe it's this young yokaiโs doing, a man who died in a tragic accident, unable to be saved. Now forced to wander the land. Crying solemnly about his death, and accidently causing it for others.
Write a quick event based on Japanese pop-up cafes/restaurants/stores:
~ The Mechular Warfare video game pop-up store/restaurant ~
A store for a new video game in a series called โMechular warfareโ has popped up!
Come get yourself some merchandise from the store and help build up hype for the launch of this exciting new game of molecular sized mech combat! While you're there, an attached restaurant is selling themed foods, so be sure to grab a bite as well! You can find this store at [Insert location here]!
~ Copyright catchers pop-up cafe ~
One of the most popular FPS games in Japan is finally getting a movie!
To celebrate this occasion, there is a restaurant opening themed around cyberpunk sci-fi. Come join fellow cyberpunks in this sci-fi themed cafe based around the best multiplayer FPS in Japan. Buy your favorite gear from the game to complete your collection of items. Be sure to come dressed like a proper cyberpunk so you get a twenty percent discount! You may find the cafe at [Insert location here]!
How would you write the atmosphere of the image provided below? (Byakuyakoku Shinto Monastery):
The wind would blow along like a whisper, leaves following in its trail, dragged along the layed walkway. Water in a small runoff to the side, frozen. The trees, of many shapes and sizes, slowly rocking their branches with the slow breeze. The temperature was bitter in the shade, however, once in the sun it felt comfortable. The rays from the sun hugging the area like a friend would. Snow was falling from the branches in small clumps, melting down itself in the sunโs heat.
Located in a mountainous region of snowy slopes. This monastery sits in the cold, the occasional quiet conversion breaking the silence from time to time. Icicles hanging from the roofs over the layers of snow, some knocked and destroyed on the floor from the occasional bored person walking by. Lanterns attached to posts to be lit at night to guide anyone, or anything, that stalks the night.
The path itself led to many areas. One area in particular held three statues, candles covering the around the feet of the statue in the center. These were carved to perfection by three sculptures that still remained unnamed, however these sculptures built them as reminders of three things. These were life, death, and rebirth.
Traditional buildings sat occupied with the warmth of people communicating around the irori. The occasional white candle sat around the buildings, allowing a dim light away from the fire in the pit. Many say these candles guide spirits from the cold, and to the warmth of the afterlife. However these are all rumors, though heavily believed by many that stay at the monastery.
You have been tasked to write an in-lore influential character in the history of Norowarejima. Who and what would you create? Provide some insight on the character!:
The Arata family was once a large family of traders in the eighteenth century, splitting apart due to internal conflicts in 1812. Whilst both sides of the family kept in contact, thanks to two brothers on each side, a small chunk of the Arata family arrived in Norowarejima, roughly in the 1820โs. For years this family was a staple of the small village for trading, using their crew and family connections to bring new things from the mainland, and even from far away lands. One unmarked day, a storm in the distance, winds pulling west. The youngest son of the island family, a young man of nineteen named Ryoto Arata, would meet a rather curious old man whilst cutting a tree down. This old man would not give his name, approaching the young Ryoto with a warning.
The tree he was cutting, one large yet strangely crooked and strongly planted tree, was a sacred tree, one to help subdue a yokai trapped nearby. Ryoto didn't care though, their family needed the strong wood to continue construction of a home for the village. Ryoto simply motioned the old man away along with a passive aggressive threat. The old man would watch as Ryoto cut down the tree, the sound of the axe carving deeper into the now silent forest. Soon the two witnessed the tree fall with a loud crash. Things went intensely silent, the old man giving nothing but a simple frown to the young Ryoto.
No birds were singing their beautiful songs anymore, no more wind was blowing despite the over looking storm, in fact the storm seemed to have grown taller. Ryoto felt smaller to the world as if all eyes were on him. While not knowing at the time, the young Ryoto had unleashed a curse on himself and his family for all of his family to meet a terrible fate. Young Ryoto would turn to face the old man, who was no longer there, for how silent it was he couldn't have gone far. Rain started to trickle down, to the forest floor, pattering the ground in a rhythmic fall as the wind once again picked up.
Ryoto, knowing he would be unable to haul the heavy tree alone with the coming weather, would start to return to the village. He was to acquire his father's sled, rope, and his father himself to assist in hauling the tree back to the village. The trip to the village and back was a mere twenty minutes tops yet the rain would cause dense fog, and in dense fog, anyone may get lost. Ryoto and his father found the tree, his father unaware of the warning given to Ryoto by the strange old man. Tying the tree to the wooden sled and setting back off, however the forest would not let them escape, for when they finished their walk back, a walk that felt like hours, they weren't in the village entrance, but instead in the forest still.
The storm is now overbearingly strong with wind, the rain coming down with the chill of ice. Ryoto and his father had to take shelter somewhere, but with nothing visible in the fog past their hands. Ryoto was forced to build a shelter for himself and his father, however warmth was out of the picture. The rain had soaked everything, mud trapped their feet like a bear trap and a fire could not be started. What felt like hours passed before the fog and rain let up revealing they were mere feet from the walls of the village, if they had bothered to keep going, call for help, or even scout the area more, they would have found it.
Nevertheless it was too late, the father had caught a cold, and as days washed by like the ocean pulling away sand. The father would pass away from his cold. This devastated the remaining family, now made of only a mother, and three brothers. His mother, now overcome with depression, would stop eating, pushing the family away from her. She was no older than the father when they found her away in her room, next to a painting of herself and her husband, passed along to greet her husband in the afterlife.
It wasn't till the 1860โs, when the eldest brother, a captain aboard their lumber and trading ship would try to sail across to the mainland, a short sail, knowing as long as the family held together by the mainland family, items would still keep coming to support them, however he never returned, It was rumored that his ship was attacked by a sea monster and was pulled under the waves from within minutes of shore.
The second eldest was left alone, he would blame Ryoto for everything. While Ryoto himself was too indulged in his ego to admit it was him that caused the curse. The two would get into an argument with each other, with the brother leaving the village enraged, shouting, cursing Ryoto to a lonely death. He was never seen again, the village said he had become one with the evil yokai on the island.
Ryoto would live as a village shut in, rarely going to the market to get food, using what wealth was left. He was on his death bed at age of 79 in the 1880โs, some of the villagers would visit him, as he warned them of the old man who warned of cutting down sacred trees. One night, Ryoto laid in bed, thinking of the old man who he had ignored that fateful day, even dared to threaten. That old man would pay a visit, when no one was around, who simply spoke to him with sharp words: โyouโve met with a terrible fate, haven't you?โ .
Ryoto would pass away that day, the story of his unfortunate fate with the old man would spread to the others, passed on by generations to younger kids. The meaning of the story soon turned to always listening to your elders, however some families kept the story true. One day if you're chopping at a tree, and a elderly man appears not to greet you but to warn you, heed his warning. For if you do not, a curse may befall you and your family.
Additional Notes: I work much better in a team, when I'm able to brain storm with someone else or multiple people, I'm able to put out much larger works! like the saying goes "teamwork makes the dream work!" .
However I also thank you for reading my application, this was very fun to do!
What's your Discord Tag?: totallytogular
Do you have any alternative accounts?: No
Do you have a functioning microphone?: Yes
How old are you?: 21
Have you worked in teams like this before?: Yes, albeit much smaller (3-4 people maximum)
Do you have any previous experience?: Yes, I have experience in writing personal and original lore, along with working on very small lore teams.
What do you believe is your writing strong suit?: I believe my writing strong suit is historical accuracy and fake/alternative history.
Why are you interested in joining the Lore Team?: I want to help create engaging events and lore that players can enjoy and interact with! Along with gaining another reason to write more lore based stuff for things I like.
How did you learn about the server?: My girlfriend told me about it and invited me to the server.
What unique contributions can you bring to the server?: I'm a quick learner with an eager passion for lore and roleplay. I also try my very best to bring along with me a very inclusive and supportive community that people can learn and thrive in, along with being a great team worker.
Write a short story of a Self-Made Yokai you can find roaming throughout the island:
A young man, garbed in a yukata, roams the island. Wallowing in sadness everywhere he goes, he walks along miserably, invisible to the eyes of people that stand alone. Those in an extremely large group though, may see this young man. This is a yokai that brings disaster with him, walking the mountain paths and roads. Albeit rarely appearing, it must be a cloudy night, where the clouds sit on the foot of the mountain.
The young man will pass by the big group, crying and talking in a form of contorted Japanese speech, an incomprehensible language to anyone hearing it. It then starts with loose rocks on the path, your group may trip or slip on them. Soon a rumbling is heard. The clouds covering the impending doom that is about to befall the group. Larger rocks pass by before mud comes down, taking away the group, unable to escape its area in time.
They warn you not to hike at night in groups larger than five, for the vibrations and talking may cause a landslide. But many believe it's this young yokaiโs doing, a man who died in a tragic accident, unable to be saved. Now forced to wander the land. Crying solemnly about his death, and accidently causing it for others.
Write a quick event based on Japanese pop-up cafes/restaurants/stores:
~ The Mechular Warfare video game pop-up store/restaurant ~
A store for a new video game in a series called โMechular warfareโ has popped up!
Come get yourself some merchandise from the store and help build up hype for the launch of this exciting new game of molecular sized mech combat! While you're there, an attached restaurant is selling themed foods, so be sure to grab a bite as well! You can find this store at [Insert location here]!
~ Copyright catchers pop-up cafe ~
One of the most popular FPS games in Japan is finally getting a movie!
To celebrate this occasion, there is a restaurant opening themed around cyberpunk sci-fi. Come join fellow cyberpunks in this sci-fi themed cafe based around the best multiplayer FPS in Japan. Buy your favorite gear from the game to complete your collection of items. Be sure to come dressed like a proper cyberpunk so you get a twenty percent discount! You may find the cafe at [Insert location here]!
How would you write the atmosphere of the image provided below? (Byakuyakoku Shinto Monastery):
The wind would blow along like a whisper, leaves following in its trail, dragged along the layed walkway. Water in a small runoff to the side, frozen. The trees, of many shapes and sizes, slowly rocking their branches with the slow breeze. The temperature was bitter in the shade, however, once in the sun it felt comfortable. The rays from the sun hugging the area like a friend would. Snow was falling from the branches in small clumps, melting down itself in the sunโs heat.
Located in a mountainous region of snowy slopes. This monastery sits in the cold, the occasional quiet conversion breaking the silence from time to time. Icicles hanging from the roofs over the layers of snow, some knocked and destroyed on the floor from the occasional bored person walking by. Lanterns attached to posts to be lit at night to guide anyone, or anything, that stalks the night.
The path itself led to many areas. One area in particular held three statues, candles covering the around the feet of the statue in the center. These were carved to perfection by three sculptures that still remained unnamed, however these sculptures built them as reminders of three things. These were life, death, and rebirth.
Traditional buildings sat occupied with the warmth of people communicating around the irori. The occasional white candle sat around the buildings, allowing a dim light away from the fire in the pit. Many say these candles guide spirits from the cold, and to the warmth of the afterlife. However these are all rumors, though heavily believed by many that stay at the monastery.
You have been tasked to write an in-lore influential character in the history of Norowarejima. Who and what would you create? Provide some insight on the character!:
The Arata family was once a large family of traders in the eighteenth century, splitting apart due to internal conflicts in 1812. Whilst both sides of the family kept in contact, thanks to two brothers on each side, a small chunk of the Arata family arrived in Norowarejima, roughly in the 1820โs. For years this family was a staple of the small village for trading, using their crew and family connections to bring new things from the mainland, and even from far away lands. One unmarked day, a storm in the distance, winds pulling west. The youngest son of the island family, a young man of nineteen named Ryoto Arata, would meet a rather curious old man whilst cutting a tree down. This old man would not give his name, approaching the young Ryoto with a warning.
The tree he was cutting, one large yet strangely crooked and strongly planted tree, was a sacred tree, one to help subdue a yokai trapped nearby. Ryoto didn't care though, their family needed the strong wood to continue construction of a home for the village. Ryoto simply motioned the old man away along with a passive aggressive threat. The old man would watch as Ryoto cut down the tree, the sound of the axe carving deeper into the now silent forest. Soon the two witnessed the tree fall with a loud crash. Things went intensely silent, the old man giving nothing but a simple frown to the young Ryoto.
No birds were singing their beautiful songs anymore, no more wind was blowing despite the over looking storm, in fact the storm seemed to have grown taller. Ryoto felt smaller to the world as if all eyes were on him. While not knowing at the time, the young Ryoto had unleashed a curse on himself and his family for all of his family to meet a terrible fate. Young Ryoto would turn to face the old man, who was no longer there, for how silent it was he couldn't have gone far. Rain started to trickle down, to the forest floor, pattering the ground in a rhythmic fall as the wind once again picked up.
Ryoto, knowing he would be unable to haul the heavy tree alone with the coming weather, would start to return to the village. He was to acquire his father's sled, rope, and his father himself to assist in hauling the tree back to the village. The trip to the village and back was a mere twenty minutes tops yet the rain would cause dense fog, and in dense fog, anyone may get lost. Ryoto and his father found the tree, his father unaware of the warning given to Ryoto by the strange old man. Tying the tree to the wooden sled and setting back off, however the forest would not let them escape, for when they finished their walk back, a walk that felt like hours, they weren't in the village entrance, but instead in the forest still.
The storm is now overbearingly strong with wind, the rain coming down with the chill of ice. Ryoto and his father had to take shelter somewhere, but with nothing visible in the fog past their hands. Ryoto was forced to build a shelter for himself and his father, however warmth was out of the picture. The rain had soaked everything, mud trapped their feet like a bear trap and a fire could not be started. What felt like hours passed before the fog and rain let up revealing they were mere feet from the walls of the village, if they had bothered to keep going, call for help, or even scout the area more, they would have found it.
Nevertheless it was too late, the father had caught a cold, and as days washed by like the ocean pulling away sand. The father would pass away from his cold. This devastated the remaining family, now made of only a mother, and three brothers. His mother, now overcome with depression, would stop eating, pushing the family away from her. She was no older than the father when they found her away in her room, next to a painting of herself and her husband, passed along to greet her husband in the afterlife.
It wasn't till the 1860โs, when the eldest brother, a captain aboard their lumber and trading ship would try to sail across to the mainland, a short sail, knowing as long as the family held together by the mainland family, items would still keep coming to support them, however he never returned, It was rumored that his ship was attacked by a sea monster and was pulled under the waves from within minutes of shore.
The second eldest was left alone, he would blame Ryoto for everything. While Ryoto himself was too indulged in his ego to admit it was him that caused the curse. The two would get into an argument with each other, with the brother leaving the village enraged, shouting, cursing Ryoto to a lonely death. He was never seen again, the village said he had become one with the evil yokai on the island.
Ryoto would live as a village shut in, rarely going to the market to get food, using what wealth was left. He was on his death bed at age of 79 in the 1880โs, some of the villagers would visit him, as he warned them of the old man who warned of cutting down sacred trees. One night, Ryoto laid in bed, thinking of the old man who he had ignored that fateful day, even dared to threaten. That old man would pay a visit, when no one was around, who simply spoke to him with sharp words: โyouโve met with a terrible fate, haven't you?โ .
Ryoto would pass away that day, the story of his unfortunate fate with the old man would spread to the others, passed on by generations to younger kids. The meaning of the story soon turned to always listening to your elders, however some families kept the story true. One day if you're chopping at a tree, and a elderly man appears not to greet you but to warn you, heed his warning. For if you do not, a curse may befall you and your family.
Additional Notes: I work much better in a team, when I'm able to brain storm with someone else or multiple people, I'm able to put out much larger works! like the saying goes "teamwork makes the dream work!" .
However I also thank you for reading my application, this was very fun to do!
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