Sagwort's Alt Account Application

[Sagwort 833]

Before you say anything about this character being a dryad I would like to let you know dryads are indeed allowed and I just so happen to by an accepted dryad thread here: (Dryad Thread)

Out-Of-Character

Main Minecraft Account Name: silco97

Alternate Minecraft Account Name: Diafora

In your own words, define what the act of Roleplaying is:

Roleplaying in emerging yourself in a world outside of reality, and yet you “act” in this world as if it was reality and you control, feel, and live through what your character lives through. It as if you are being born again, yet you are still the same, but this new role play character you are is “you”

In your own Words, define what the act of Metagaming is:

Metagaming is using out of character information, whether you learned it out of character or saw it etc…, within in-game role play. Metagamin is basically giving your character information he/she does not yet know through role play already.

In your own Words, define what the act of Powergaming is:

Powergaming is giving your character unrealistic powers, lore, abilities, etc… when these power themselves do not fit the lore and/or your character. For instance, giving a meek farmer boy the ability to wield a sword like a master.

In-Character:

Character Name: Diafora

What Race are you?: Elven

What Sub-Race are you? (note, you aren’t required to have a sub-race): Wood Elf

Biography (Please make this at least 2 paragraphs long. This must include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):

Diafora is a dryad, otherwise known as a tree or forest nymph. She is known amongst her sisters as Mangrove Dryad Diafora. She once but a simple wood elf, as many elfs of the wood are, although she felt that she wanted more than just to live amongst and within the trees. She wanted to become the tree, she traveled deep into a swamp and there she sat, listening, and hearing all that nature had to offer her. She would spend days to afternoons walking through the swamp, her ankles inches deep in the brown mud. It was not long though until she came across a beautiful tree, a mangrove tree far into the swamp. During her time within the swamp she had seen many trees, and had even found was she preferred in a tree. This tree though, this tree was perfect, it was a sketch from nature, its roots softly etched out by the water, the trunk a strong thick brush stroke, and finally the canopy was a sprawling drawing of life itself. She came to love the tree like on might love a lover and there she remains….

Diafora’s tree remains near the swamp home to one of the druid circles, she remains in hiding often speaking to her tree and hiding in its dense and thick roots. She will often mumble nonsense to it but ever since she came to realize the druids were not far from her tree it has become quite different. She finds their strange ways and practices “peculiar” and so adores the druids for those traits, often hiding amongst bramble in her tree to watch the druids carry out their day to day lives.

She is not the most shy of the dryads; in fact she is rather the opposite. She will often approach a person curiously and look over them closely, observing how they dress, smell, talk etc…. Diafora gets particularly excited when she finds someone she has never met before, or even better, a strange person she has never met before. She will often obsess over the smallest and oddest of things, humans in particular. Above all other races she finds humans the oddest, of course her tree locked origin does not allow her to get anywhere near the human nations, although when she does see one she will watch over them until they can no longer physically be watched. She will sit under her tree at night and talk to it, telling it the stories the stories she has encountered, reciting poetry to is she finds strange, and above all else, pointing out the strangest of things she finds in that day to her mangrove tree. Spending most of her time walking through the dark forst of the swamp she has come to get a slightly "swampy" color to her. Her skin a tad more on the tan side.

What is your Character's ambitions?: she has few materialistic ambitions, although she wishes to keep her and her tree safe from harm.

A screenshot of your skin (must be in proper format): Character Skin

Other Information about your Character: Numero Zero

Open-Response-Questions

Answer at least three out of five listed

Whilst traveling from the Cloud Temple you see a small halfling, being harassed by two armed warriors. They appear to be trying to steal money from him, how does your character respond?

Diafora stands behind the nearest tree, whispering to it why and what was happening. As she takes a closer inspection of the situation she feels the oddest thing within her, pity. It was a strange feeling, something she would most often reserve for dying saplings along the road. Of course, she could do nothing, she had no weapon, nor the skill to even use the weapon. She continues to watch in fascination, all the time feeling the same tugging desire to save the helpless mammal. She mustn’t though, nature and her tree was the only ones she would attempt to display her emotions to, not here, not to these people. Ripping her eyes away from the fight she scampers off.

Whilst wandering in the wilds, your character comes across a small hut, which looks abandoned. Inside it you see a chest containing a few iron bars, and a golden sword. How would your character respond?:

Diafora is a lover of human objects, she has the oddest most curies curiosity for things created by humans. As she reaches into the dark wooden chest she puts effort into dragging the iron bars out and looking at her wavy reflection in the polished surface. Rubbing her hands down the back of it she feels the cool metallic metal that the iron was. She knows she must not grow attached to materialistic things and quickly averts her gaze unto the sword. Its sharp edges and chrome sheen made chills run down her thin spine. Sharp things made her nervous.

Hungry and lost in the wilderness, you stumble across a small trading camp nestled among the forest, they greet you in the common tongue, how do you respond?

Diafora embraces the warm welcome, she sits amongst them and excepts their food and company. She soon learns though that these people are in fact traders, a dryad of curiosity, her eyes begin to wander the camp. They switch from tent to tent taking in the bright and vibrant colors, as well as the gypsy like clothing and accessories the traders have upon them. She holds out her hand to touch the green necklace of young man. Fascinated by it she looks into the dark green gem that lies within the iron holdings. She could not sleep here though, she must return to her tree, slowly growing from fatigue she knows that she must only sleep under the safety of her Mangrove tree.

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