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ItchiGamer

By ItchiGamer

    • Rules: Yes
    Referral: Through a Friend
    In your own words, what is powergaming, and why should it be avoided in roleplay?: Meta is that you have contact with the other players (p.e. when you ask them to help you) outside of roleplay. So you're not using chatdistance but just a platform out of the game (p.e. Discord, Skype ...)
    In your own words, what is metagaming, and why should it be avoided in roleplay?: Powegaming is that you use forces that you wont be able to use in reality.
    Status: Accepted

 

James Redfist, when he was just a child his grandfather started a clan called The Redfist's. He was always the funny one, who always made jokes. He could never be serious, until one day, his father die. From that day he wasn’t anymore the funnyone. My father, Oliver Redfist, died in the Third Atlas Coalition war. Now the Redfists are planning on building a small fort to defend themselves better to prevent any other member dying.

James Redfist is now 32 years old. He lives alone in his bakery.

Since he was a kid, he always loved bread.

He is glad he can finally provide his clan with his own baked bread.

James is a man of honor. He does everything he can to help his family and clan.

 

Recently, James learned how to fight and defend himself thanks to his Clan Father, Vane Redfist. James really likes that he learned how to fight now, since he is brave and never gives up. He would like to fight in a great war sometime.

 

James never knew his mother, Oliver said that she wasn't a very good mom, but he really wants to meet her sometime soon.. If she is still alive..

Character Name: James Redfist
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 32
Physical Description: A tall man with black hair and green eyes. He is missing one eye.
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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