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  • Rules: Yes
    Referral: Through a Friend
    In your own words, what is powergaming, and why should it be avoided in roleplay?: Using out of character information, like secrets or character weakness's without knowing them in character. So you can get an edge on whoever you're dealing with in an unfair way.
    In your own words, what is metagaming, and why should it be avoided in roleplay?: Preforming actions without giving your opponent the ability to doge or defend themselves. For example: "Arron stabs Mike in the back, causing him to die"
    Status: Accepted

"Born in the great hold of Haelun’or, Arron was a high elf like any other, serving the hold and its purpose, however unlike most other high elf's he had an odd aspiration. The aspiration to travel into new lands. His parents would disapprove of this, finding this to dangerous during the times. However some day his parents found out of his rebellious thoughts, realizing his nature would lead him to likely attempt to leave the hold. They put him on a lock down of sorts, constantly watching him in fear that he would leave hold. Arron attempted to leave on multiple occasions, and eventually his mother gave up. And decided they could no longer spend they're day's trying to keep him locked him up, thus they exiled him from the family. Arron escaped to the Dominion beginning to start his studies on the Dominion of Malin, wanting to understand more of the culture and people who lived there. After a few years of traveling alone he came across a gentleman named Achranak, the leader of the CCC. Achranak put Arron to a test of skill and power, to see if he could beat him in a fight, Arron succeeded earning his place in the ranks and soon enough proved himself worthy of being third commander, serving the greatness he now upholds with his rank, fighting alongside with the group.”


Character Name: Arron Granor
Character Race: High Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 123
Physical Description: Red and black detailed armor, hair as white as snow. Eye's blue like ice freshly formed in the winter, his neck contains a claw scar.
Roleplay Scenario: The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”

((How does your character respond? Please ensure your response is at least six sentences long, and uses at least two actions.))

Example: (delete this when you add your own)

"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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