Wilfred Fikers was born to a pair of poor farmers, and despite their poverty they tried to make the most of it. He was born in the Kingdom of Marna, and grew up learning the beliefs of the Church of the Canon, and becoming a devout follower of it. He lived on his family's farm and was taught a quite lackluster education, missing many things that make some think he is stupid. Wilfred tries to think with his head, but he always prefers to work with his hands, crafting and building things. Wilfred learned his love of building and sculpting after one fateful night. A group of drunken bandits set fire to the farm, killing his Mother and scarring his Father. He worked harder than he had ever before, and built up the farm once again, filled with unadulterated rage towards the bandits who had burned down the farm. One night he had had enough, grabbed his axe, and went to where the bandits were rumored to be hanging out at. He burst into the abandoned house, and slaughtered all the bandits that lived inside of it, not caring for their screams of forgiveness. After this event he felt horrible, and swore that he would never commit a senseless act of violence against another being ever again. He left his family farm in search of answers, answers to the question of who he is. He now travels the towns and cities, preaching the word of the Church of Canon, and helping innocents everywhere.
By WorseCompany
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Rules: Yes
Referral: minecraft-mp.com
In your own words, what is powergaming, and why should it be avoided in roleplay?: I prepare for battle, and already know that the enemy is coming as I read the chat, and saw them talking about it.
In your own words, what is metagaming, and why should it be avoided in roleplay?: "I attack, this is unblockable, you can't stop me, I am all powerful."
Status: Accepted
Character Name: Winfred Fikers
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 22
Physical Description: A plain young man, he wouldn't exactly stand out in a crowd. He is a bit dirty, but he walks with confidence, as if he thinks nothing could harm him.
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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