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Out-Of-Character

Main Minecraft Account Name:

Mabela23

Alternate Minecraft Account Name:

MrSantaMan23

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

Roleplaying, ah roleplaying. Let's start out with a straight definition:Roleplaying is when you enter a world as a new person, a character, if you will, and you go about acting as that character would with others. To me, roleplaying is more of an escape, an escape from the real world. For just a fraction of time, you can leave all of your worries, and problems of the real world behind, and you can just have a bit of fun, something I find just amazing.

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

Metagaming is one of the elements that can occur in roleplay, that harms or damages it. It is when you take information that you obtained out of character, like on the forums, ts, or Skype, and you use that information to benefit you, or your character in game. An example of this would be if you read about a raid on your city in the war claims section. Then, you go about your city in game and yell of the raid, and when it will occur. The guards then all take their places, and ready for a battle, but it was all supposed to be a surprise, and all of it was ruined, due to metagaming.

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

Powergaming, like metagaming, can harm roleplay. It is when you emote an action, and you give the victim of your action absolutely no time to respond. An example of this would be if you emoted the following: (Your name) whips out a knife and chucks it at (whoever's) chest, burying it straight into his heart. This person gave the victim no choice but to die, it would be alright if he said that he attempted to throw it at the person, but in this example they didn't, so that's power gaming

In-Character:

Character Name:

Deemvar

What Race are you?:

Dwarf

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

Cave Dwarf

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.):

"OI! THERE'S A DAMNED DRAGON DOWN 'DER!!" someone shouts. Panic. Instant panic. I leave the axe I've been working on and run out of the smithing district, as fast as my short pudgy body can go. I find the others all running the same, but it's what's behind them that drives me over the edge of panicked, to terrified. Fire shoots up from below the pathways that tower above the lava pit below. A stunningly horrific creature rises from below, just behind me and I pick up my pace. I find myself running past the merchant district... and just can't help it, I turn myself into the area, and head to the tavern. After running through the flimsy wooden door I run to the counter, and hop over. I notice a keg in a corner, and mugs scattered about the floor. The whole shop shifts and vibrates for a moment, and so I hurry up and fill up three mugs with ale. I gulp down one right away, throw the mug aside, and then hurry out the door with the other two. I exit the merchant district, but find myself stuck in place, what I see crushes my hopes of survival. Damn you ale...

The path out of Karik.. is dotted with craters and holes, and smoldering stone. I carefully pick my way around the rubble and I am able to find myself to the main stairwell. I make my way up, and outside. I take one last look at my Asulon home city, and then turn to find my way to our refugee area.

While sleeping that night, I find myself.. looking at me, sleeping. I see my brown hair, beard, and eyes. My young 20 year old((human years)) face. My brown jacket and pants, and my golden buttons on my white undershirt. I seem peaceful, which I find a bit funny considering what happened, but this calms me even more.

I close my journal and stuff it into my pocket. It's been almost a year now since Karik was lost to the wrath of the dragon. I now live my days out in Mount Ire. I continue my work of smithing, and love of ale, and I just wait for the city to be finished. I have been calm though, ever since that dream, and that day. When battle comes I will give service to Paragon Kjell, and in the meantime, I'll lose my worries in ale.

What is your Character's ambitions?:

He wants to continue his work in smithing, excel, and more. He also wants to be able to keep the peace that has found him forever.

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

Other Information about your Character:

He is kind enough to others, but isn't the dwarf who everyone knows and loves. Also, he is optimistic most of the time, but all the ale may make him not seem that way.

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?

As I notice the two men harming the defenseless little halfling, I reach for my axe immediately. I walk toward them, but make sure that their backs are turned to me, and as I reach them I position my axe at the back of one of the men's neck. I whisper to him "Leave the little 'un alone" I can sense the tension in his body, and know that he's going for a fight. I motion towards the halfling to run, and he does so. Then, I ask the men what they want, but I already realize, so I take out 3 iron bars, and toss them on the ground in front of them, "Take t'ose ye greedy 'uns" as I walk away I chuckle to myself lightly.

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?

I smile politely at the man and ask him of his ores, "Aye, I be lookin' fer any ores and such" he shows me some iron which I shake my head at, saying that I already have enough, but as he takes out his gold I gulp and smile, there's my greed. I ask him for his price, and he considers, "Ye seem like a kind enough fellow" he says, "100" I nod and hand him 500 minas, which I had earned from my work as a smith. After bidding the man farewell I find myself running may hands over the smooth surfaces of the ingots.

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?:

Without even thinking about it I grab out the iron bars and the sword. While the sword may not be of great use to me I can always maybe reinforce it, and sell it for more, or just sell it the way it is. Iron is always useful as a smith, so I don't even consider the owner of them. However, as I walk out of the hut I check the sign above the door for any names, but it's blank, then I turn my head both ways, expecting someone to be watching me, disgusted, or angry, but no one. Then I shrug and walk off.

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?

I talk with the men about my travels all the way from Mount Ire, and they seem confused, they thought dwarves come form Karik, and I only frown. I tell them of the horrifying beast that had been living in out city before we even found it. They seem sorry for not knowing, and for asking. So, apparently to "make up" for their mistake, which in my mind they hadn't made, they offered me shelter, and a few loaves of bread. I don't like to depend on others, but the rumbling in my stomach makes me forget about my independence for just a bit, and I stuff the bread down my throat.

You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guard have gathered, and are asking for assistance to help eliminate them. The leader of the party is offering a reward for any who offer their support. How does your character act on this information?:

I smile, "Ov' course there's bandits" I think to myself. This'll earn me a few minas, and some free practice, so I volunteer right away. I hold up my axe and tell the man that I will gladly fight beside him and the others. After wandering out I feel.. what may be nervousness in the pit of my stomach. It's a bit unsettling, but I understand why, I haven't been to battle in a long time, what if I can't defend myself, what if I can't even beat a few bandits anymore?! But that feeling of serenity finds itself to me again, and I easily fight off the enemies, my confidence returning.

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Must... resist... urge to deny.. for te lols

Excellent app I must say, you are the first I have accepted yet.

Be patient a GM will promote you shortly

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