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  • Rules: Yes
    Referral: Youtube
    In your own words, what is powergaming, and why should it be avoided in roleplay?: Metagaming is using information outside of your character's knowledge and life for help.
    In your own words, what is metagaming, and why should it be avoided in roleplay?: Powergaming is forcing someone to do something through emotes without them having a chances to defend or save themselves.
    Status: Accepted

Mike was born after the migration from Axios to Atlas in the year 1656. Mike was born in the Heartlands, the Kingdom of Marna to be exact, and he was studying well in his classes. In his free time, Mike traveled around the Kingdom and play with his friends. Later into his life, he started training to become a solider in the Kingdom of Haense. He was assigned to be an assassin due to his incredible stealth skill. While serving in a war, he was slashed across the face under his eye, almost blinding him. He was sent out of the military to recover. He then started to get into a life of crime back in the Kingdom of Marna. He was wanted by the people he had stolen from, so he grabbed a robe from his old home. He wears the hood up every time he is in a public spot, not to be noticed. He became very anxious and began to not trust anyone around him and stopped talking to people all together after everyone learned about his crimes. He soon took a liking to wolves as how some would be lone, so he changed his name to “Wolfie”. He now talks to people, but only a select few, and when someone says that he looks familiar, he denies anything they try to push on him.


Character Name: Wolfie
Character Race: Heartlander
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 25
Physical Description: 5' 6"; Male; Wearing a blue hooded robe, brown pants, gauntlets, boots, a belt, and a sash; Has brown hair and eyes; and has a scar under right 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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