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Out-Of-Character

Main Minecraft Account Name:

nikias_1996

Alternate Minecraft Account Name:

Eledyr

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

Roleplaying for me is when you Play a role (kind of obvious) in an alternate universe whether it be larp or just a pc game. You pick a character or better you create one and you play as if you where that person, you feel what he feels and you decide what happens to him (ofcourse still being realistic and following all rules). In a way it is similar to the games I used to play as a kid (common I am sure we all did) you play with friends and have fun in alternate universe where you can forget your normal life for a while and just be who you want to be and more.

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

Meta gaming is when a person uses any kind of ooc information in game. It gives him/her an unfair advantage (knowing when a secret attack will happen) or it just ruins rp (reading a char’s playercard and knowing his name). It is annoying as hell when something like that happens and there are rules against it.

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

When a player gives himself an unfair advantage against another player. He gives the other player no chance of fighting back or counteracting (ex: <name> jumps out of the woods and slices <other person’s> throat). Making your character overpowered or giving him unfair rp ability’s is also powergaming (being a mage that can kill anyone with a blink of an eye)

In-Character:

Character Name:

The wandering dwarf/Grundill

What Race are you?:

Dwarf

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

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.):

When you enter the local library you find a book the cover says: memoires of a traveler and wolf. You open the book and start reading.

It is not our past that defines us nor is it our future, it is our strength, courage and love in times of need that makes us to who we are~ The wandering dwarf

What day is it? I do not know, why should I even care? Days are just a way for us to organize the universe and its phenomenon’s and trying to understand the way the universe works is just as foolish as trying to learn a dog how to fly: it just isn’t possible.

But I am getting side tracked is it not, well where should I start? Since these are my memoires I can’t start at my birth since, although I was there, I cannot remember.

So I’ll start with the first thing that I can remember…

Ah yes it was a hot summer day, my father was in the mine working as usual trying to earn some money so that we could get through the day. O no we where not poor not at all but almost all the money we had went to medicine for my sick mother. She was sick and although the doctors said that it was a lost cause my father did still but medicine, why? Because he loved her I think. So like I was saying my father was working in the mines but since I was only 12 I could not go with him and help so instead I went out together with my loyal bow and hunters knife. While hunting wasn’t one of the most common things to do as a dwarf it was a way for me to relax and enjoy life and nature.

Both of those things might seem weird for a dwarf but in a way I was weird. Ever since I was young I felt a strong yet weird connection with the animals of the forest and Although I had to kill them to bring food to the table (them filthy deadlings don’t have a lot of meat on their sundried bones) I still respected them. So like I was saying I was out hunting when I got the news when I got the news. A small dwarf ran up and when I was done yelling at him for scaring away all the animals he told me exactly this: Sir Grundill it is about your mother sir, she passed away. At first I wasn’t able to say a word then I just sat on my knees and told the dwarf to go. God knows how long I sat there before my legs finally worked again. I walked home there I found my father, devastated and broken. Yet he did not give up, we dwarves are not week you know, he just kept doing his normal work day after day even when my mother was buried in our family grave he still hadn’t cried, not that I saw at least.

Like I already said my life went on after my mother died, at the age of 14 my father started to learn me the ways of the smithy. He thought me how to create weaponry from blocks of iron both beautiful and lethal. I was not the best smith to ever lived but I was descent. Meanwhile I also went outside more, making notes about animals and plants.

At the time of writing I have more than 20 little books filled with my knowledge and story’s. Sometimes my father used to joke that I was supposed to be born as an elf and although I did not like it when he said such things, I am a proud dwarf after all, I still can’t stop thinking that someway he was right.

When I reached adulthood I had fully grown, my body had changed a lot if you would compare it to my body as a youngling. My dark brown beard had grown, my shoulders where wide and my muscles big from all the work in the smithy. I was not a bad looking dwarf if I say so myself. I continued working in the smithy that my father had bought with his savings and I made some money for myself but after a year or two the call of nature grew to strong for me to ignore. I thanked my father for everything and left taking with me only me bow, dagger and of course my notebooks. For three long months I lived in the forest trying to become one with it. In a way it worked and I learned a lot of knew things for example that the leaf of a dandelion mixed with the juice of pine needles makes and excellent sleeping drink if you add just a bit of crumbled moth wings.

But even me , the nature loving dwarf, needs to have social contacts every now and then so rather then staying alone in the forest I travelled.

I went to visit a lot of places like the great peaceful streets of Solace or the great fields that lie behind it. For my sleep places I paid with telling story’s or chairing my knowledge. Although you should probably know that my life was not always that peaceful like many of my dwarven brothers I love the occasional fight so was also in a lot of battles. But I will not go into detail on them because most of them are not pretty and they would make me look like a barbarian while that is not what I am.

This concludes my life as to now, I know that these notes are not very in depth or filled with details yet I do not think that you should know more about me then there is in these notes. Because that would take away the mystery and after all isn’t the fun part of getting to know someone knowing that there is still more to know about him?

Now the rest of this book is filled with my notes about nature and its inhabitants.

Signed The wandering dwarf

What is your Character's ambitions?:

To learn more about nature and the animals and plants that live there, he also wishes to share his knowledge with the other inhabitants of Asulon

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

Other Information about your Character:

He is a peacefull dwarf as far as a dwarf can be peaceful of course.

He loves nature yet he also loves the occasional fight or bar brawl all in all he is a friendly and social dwarf with the hart in the right place. Also most of the time he can be found alongside a wolf who he calls ,drum roll …Wolf

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?

Your character wanders into Alras, and comes across a small stall, behind which a well dressed man is standing. He’s offering various wares, the merchant turns to you and says in a posh accent " 'ello there, what can I do you for today?" What is your character response?

Grundill takes a closer look at the weapons and hunting tools the man has stalled out.

Upon closer inspection it is obvious that everything is made of poor quality materials.

Grundill smiles at the man and says nothing good sir nothing. He then starts laughing and walks of.

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?:

Grundill looks at the iron bars but lets them lay down there, after all they are heavy and he doesn’t have a forge with him so he can’t do anything with them. The sword however catches his attention. Upon further inspection he can clearly see that it was made in a dwarven forge, his fathers forge to be more exact. (he sees this because of the tiny signature his father leaves on all his weapons). He then takes the sword out of the chest and swings it around a bit. He then mumbles yer going with ma little fallar.

He puts the sword behind his belt and walks of whistling an old lullaby.

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

Grundill uses sing language to explain his situation to the camp people, he then shows them his notes and uses his hands to suggest a trade. His knowledge for a bit of food and shelter for a while. The people agree and that night grundill tells them a bit of what he knows, not all because these people how nice they seem might become his enemy’ at a certain point and he wishes to keep an advantage.

[~ Ashdrek / CalmCrysis ~ 32]

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[~ Ashdrek / CalmCrysis ~ 32]

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