Cassian was born in the town of Carolustadt to a miner and his wife in the year 1671. Their names were Henry and Lillian Snow. Cassian was pretty avrage boy not to exceptional at much of anything. The only thing he reallly loved was sword play. He would watch the city guard practice, and duel his friends with sticks. One day, when Cassian was 15 his father didn’t return from work. One of his father’s friends came to tell them the news. One of the smaller mineshafts had broken and the shaft collapsed. Henry was the only one in the shaft when it broke, but by the time they dug him out, he was already gone. Cassian was devastated by the news, and in his grief, ran away from home. He lived on the streets of Carolustadt for 3 years. After many poor decisions and close calls with death, he returned home. He went to knock on the door, but before his hand reached the wood a muscular man opened it. Cassian asked the man what he was doing in his mothers house and where she was. The man gruffly explained that he married Lillian but she had passed due to sickeness a year before. He then he told Cassin to get lost and slamed the door in his face. And that’s where his story begins...
By Gray_Mage
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Rules: Yes
Referral: Youtube
In your own words, what is powergaming, and why should it be avoided in roleplay?: When you act IC on knowldge that they only have OOC. An example would be if I(a human) and my friend (an orc) who had never met IC planned to do things IC or shared knowledge via text, discord, face to face etc.
In your own words, what is metagaming, and why should it be avoided in roleplay?: When you use unrealistic Emotes that your opponent is unable to respond to. Also it is when you play your character outside of their realistic limits.
Status: Accepted
Character Name: Cassian Snow
Character Race: Heartlander
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: 5'11 170lbs. Brown hair, medium build. Dark, almost black eyes. Wearing an adventuring outfit. A sword on his hip and a shield on his back.
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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