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LameVon

LameVon

By LameVon

    • Rules: Yes
    Referral: Through a Friend
    In your own words, what is powergaming, and why should it be avoided in roleplay?: Using information you only know out of character in character.
    In your own words, what is metagaming, and why should it be avoided in roleplay?: Forcing an action onto another player without their consent and without giving them any time to react. Winning every fight.
    Status: Accepted

Millient was born in the year 1658, in the town Ruriksgrad. Growing up he was an enthused, happy child. But also quiet and reserved. But what stood out the most about him as his passion for words and poetry. Starting as early as when he could write sentences  he’d experiment with different words and phrases and generally wrote what was on his mind. This evolved as he got older into a full hobby of poetry. He spent all his free time writing and documenting poems. Though sometimes he found himself in town square admiring the Ashwood Tree. It was a sure spectacle and he admired it. He personally felt the world, at least through from his point of view, lacked literature and didn’t quite understand how words could be used to express such thoughts and expression. Millient’s mother stumbled upon a few of his poems in his room when he was out and about. She was rather impressed. She knew her teenage son enjoyed writing due to how much ink he often went through, but she didn’t know to the extent. She took it upon herself to share them among a few family friends, to Millient’s disapproval at the time, of course. But in retrospect, he realized it evolved into the first real feedback and critiques he ever received, which only motivated him to him to improve. Skipping to age thirty, Millient realized he didn’t quite wish to stay in Ruriksgrad any longer, and took to traveling across Atlas.

 

Character Name: Millient Ruhle
Character Race: Heartlander
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 39
Physical Description: A rather tall, medium weight fellow. He has dark brown hear and same color eyes, along with a full mustache.
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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