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Eternal_Wrath


GamePollution
  • Rules: Yes
    Referral: Other
    In your own words, what is powergaming, and why should it be avoided in roleplay?: Using OOC Knowledge ICly
    In your own words, what is metagaming, and why should it be avoided in roleplay?: Dictating the actions of any other character then yours
    Status: Accepted

Týrök was born to Ólaf Svensson, a member of the Rurikguard in Ruriksgrad, and his wife Mínerva Jerrikdóttir. From the age he was strong enough to hold a weapon, his father trained him, grooming him for the military and due to his considerable size, this quickly fell into use of the two handed axe. During the siege of Ruriksgrad, Týrök's father would die in the fighting, resulting in him and his mother fleeing in the night once the city fell. Týrök and his mother would then become vagabonds, moving from town to town, during this time Týrök would continue his training, doing physical labor to build up money to help support his mother and eventually pay for a tutor. This lifestyle would continue on for many years before the duo would return to the Earldom of Nordengrad where Týrök would get a job in construction, saving his money still. Týrök would raise enough money to convince one of the Red Brothers to train him in melee combat and the basics of infantry tactics. After many years of training and learning, Týrök would leave Nordengrad a trained man ready to seek out adventure and make his own story as a mercenary.


Character Name: Týrök Ólafsson
Character Race: Highlander
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 34
Physical Description: Týrök possess deep Auburn hair, Lincoln green eyes, many tattoos, and is 6'4 and with a mesomorph body type.
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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