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swesaber

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    • Rules: Yes
    Referral: Through a Friend
    In your own words, what is powergaming, and why should it be avoided in roleplay?: It's when the player gives information to their character, that their character otherwise wouldn't know. For an example; Me as the player knows where to find a treasure chest and my character doesn't and I will then go after the treasure. Despite my char
    In your own words, what is metagaming, and why should it be avoided in roleplay?: When a character ig does something they wouldn’t realistically be able to do. For an example; A gigantic troll can’t effortlessly dodge a volley of arrows, since it's a big target and not agile enough to do it.
    Status: Accepted

Miara has long been ill-exposed to life in modern society. With her close friend and brother, not by family, but by bond, she has traveled far and wide for a very long time. She knows survival like the back of her hand and she’s learned a lot from her mal’onn, Redhrion. Miara is very religious and she thinks if she can live as a nomadic wood elf in the wilds she can be close to the mother and father of nature, Cerridwen and Cernunnos which is ultimately her goal. She grew up in Laureh’lin, but she moved out as soon as she turned 50 years old, because that’s when the Seed saw her as an adult. Miara is a very strong and independent elf. She knows what she wants and she rarely learns from her mistakes. She is slow to trust others, especially if they’re not elves. She’s extremely loyal to those close to her and always keeps her promise.

Character Name: Miara
Character Race: Wood Elf
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 129
Physical Description: Light orange pixie cut, intense brown eyes, small soft nose, red/pink-ish plump lips and light tan skin. Green, tan and brown clohing.
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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