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Katzchens


Simochii
  • Rules: No
    Referral: planetminecraft.com
    In your own words, what is powergaming, and why should it be avoided in roleplay?: Metagaming is to know something out of character and to apply it in character for gain
    In your own words, what is metagaming, and why should it be avoided in roleplay?: Powergaming is to be all powerful and to not have any weaknesses and to avoid not getting hurt in fights
    Status: Denied

Born in Gobbo town in Krugmar she lived the hard life, klomping with siblings to survive in a hard world where the weak get left behind. She valued honor and loyalty while growing up as raised that way by her parents while she was still a toddler. However, they would die in battle thus leaving the poor girl to survive in the world like a street urchin. On occasion, she would travel to Suitca to collect pets from the pet store and bring them back to kill and sacrifice to the older Orcs, Goblins, and Oologs but not in their face more like putting them on the blarg of the intended targets home all mangled and bloody from her killing it. She would shine and sharpen her tusks on rocks and would surely survive off the farm's food she would scavenge from and learned to blah from a distance. Generally shy around other Orcs after her parents died she would stay away from them after her siblings went to find other things and places to be. She wants to grow up to be the next big grubgoth and to provide food for the hungry and eventually get used to other orcs who would accept her in now that she wasn't a defenseless child. Her journey starts now from the depths Krugmar to the vast city unknown to her, maybe one day she will join a clan and do them bub’hozh and bring much honor.


Character Name: Katzchens
Character Race: Goblin
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: Katzchens is a small 4'0 goblin with ebony hair and a traditional hunters garb
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.))

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"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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