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KithriHighHill0043
  • Rules: Yes
    Referral: minecraftservers.org
    Discord: p1ece0fgarbage
    In your own words, what is powergaming, and why should it be avoided in roleplay?: By staying in role and keeping it "realistic" / tied into the lore or backstory.
    In your own words, what is metagaming, and why should it be avoided in roleplay?: It destroys your character's credibility, and in general ruins the fun out of roleplaying for yourself, and for others.
    Status: Denied

Character Name: Kithri High-hill
Character Race: Wood Elf
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 20
Physical Description: Dark red hair, green eyes. 156cm / 5,1 ft. 88kg / 195lbs.
Roleplay Scenario:

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

((How do you respond?))


Example: (delete this) 
 

"Oh, um.. evening. I- I apologize for not seeing you there before. I've travelled from far away, in hopes for new beginning for myself." A tad nervous, I look around myself, glancing at different objects on the shelves. A bit nervous, I lower my head as a sign of shame for my story. "So, if you really want to hear my story, here goes. I grew up with just my father. Our seed was very small. My mother died of giving birth to me, so my seed consisted of just myself, my father and a few distant relatives, whom I was never really close to, hence I don't really remember them. They too left, not long after my birth. So it was just my father and I, that is until my father died of illness. I then started my journey to find a new, better life with a new beginning. I believe, that the only way I was able to make my way here, was for my undying faith in Malin."

I lift my gaze and meet the crane's eyes. With a slight smirk, I question; "So, when are you going to tell me your story then?"

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