Rhein Espwood

[Chrix 7]

Out-Of-Character

Main Minecraft Account Name:

Hojoe15

Alternate Minecraft Account Name:

Rhein_Espwood

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

Role-playing is taking on the role of a character, acting and living as if you are the character. Proper role-players know how to, and without great effort, keep what they know separate from what their character knows.

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

Metagaming is any use of out of character(OOC) information with in character(IC) actions or decisions. For example:

-While watching Vaq's livestream, You see that he is going to be boosting the damage on swords (you use axes) so you decide to change your characters skills around to suit this.

-You hear some people talking on Team Speak(or OOC chat) about an attack on Holm, so you decide to make your way over there to participate.

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

From my understanding powergaming is the same as god modding, where somebody, in role-play, makes decisions for someone else's character, without permission. An example would be:

-*flicks her arm out like a whip sending her steel blade piercing through Chrix's heart, death was nigh instantaneous.

-*old wounds slowly reappear seeping more and more blood as Rhein channels her power over water, it comes gushing from the sandy ground at her feet before coalescing into a wall. She makes a gesture with her hand slamming her opponent to his knees with a tidal rush of water."

In-Character:

Character Name:

I've been named Rhein Espwood, simply "Rhein" is fine.

What Race are you?:

Simply stated, I'm an Elf, properly proportioned, pointy ears and all.

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

I was born and raised a Mali’ker, a Dark 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.):

Rhein Espwood was raised by parents Khiyam and Sorrbic in the city of Galahar. Her mother Khiyam was of mixed parentage, her predominant traits were all dark elf belonging to her mother, her near crystal blue eyes came from a father she had never known, Rhein’s mother was a hunter, just as skilled with a bow as with a loom. Rhein’s Father Sorrbic was full blooded Dark Elf, and very passionate about three things in his life: his Family, his smithy, and his mastery of hand to hand combat.

In her early years Rhein stayed by her mother’s side, learning how to track, fell, and clean the creatures of the nearby plains and forest. She shadowed her mother’s every movement gracefully prowling through tall grass and mimicking the motions for drawing a bow, looseing the arrow, and gutting the prey. Khiyam would smile, nod and pat the little girl on the head, a fine reward to another days game. after a couple years it was Rhein’s job to bring home what she hunted. Thirty years hunting behind her, it became less of a game, she was losing interest. Sorrbic noticed the fiery pleasure had left the eyes of his daughter after a kill, and so, he made plans to further her education. The next day when Rhein woke, her father was standing at the foot of her bed, he bade her to get dressed and to follow; she did as instructed, and followed him out into a field a small distance from town. When they arrived, they spoke to some length about hobbies, distractions, and finally art; she had never heard anyone describe body movements as an art, but her father went on to demonstrate.

She watched his movements, fluidly smooth, subtly strong... It was mesmerizing, She tried in vain to copy her father’s movements. As months turned into years she completed her chores, did the hunting, and learned the techniques to her father’s movements. Years passed, her mother died in an undead attack, Rhein moved to Asulon with her father, taking residence on a lonely island, barren of all but a small grove and an ancient lighthouse.

Over the next forty years she continued her old chores, hunting the wild animals, defending her home, cooking, cleaning, and forever training at her father’s side. One day after returning from a hunt, she found a note tacked to her door. On it was written, in her father’s hand. {I’ve gone to Riverwood for supplies, I should be home in the morning.} She prepared dinner, ate, cleaned up and went to bed. The next morning she could not bring herself to do any of her normal tasks, she just stared blankly from the front door in the direction of Riverwood. Having stood there for hours she convinced herself to go after Sorrbic, her father. Upon arriving in Riverwood she found it abandoned. Now one hundred twelve years old, she has set off on her own in search of her father and a new purpose.

What are your Character's ambitions?:

I want to be the most famous hand to hand fighter in the land; probably open up a school to train others in the agility and power involved in my style of fighting. I hope to someday be reunited with Father.

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

Other Information about your Character:

Rhein is of average height and athletically built. She has black hair, light blue eyes, and a slight amount of rouge on her lips. She wears simple, non-restrictive clothing to allow for full range movement. Rhein enjoys hand to hand combat. Having studied under her father for nearly a century, she believes she has the hang of it. She can come off as cold to those she does not know, calculating to those that would confront her, and kind to those she would call friend. All this said, her loyalty to nation or friend, runs only as deep as that relationships usefulness.

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?:

Rhein hears something odd from a short distance off the road, not liking what she hears, she moves in to get a closer look. She sees a tall, scarred-faced human man stands brandishing a sword over a diminutive half elf. he speaks in rough deep voice.

“Oi! didn’ Ah JUST say, hand ova yoi val-valoi... good stuff! and we wont ‘ave ta hoit’cha?” Right next to him stands a woman, nearly her accomplices size, her hair is ruffled, and she’s breathing a little heavy. She’s holding a bow like a club.

“Yeah! What ‘e said! Give us somthin’ good fo’ all the ‘ard work we been through jus’ta meet here!”

The halfling stands cowering, no pack, no pouch at his hip. He sweating quite heavily.

“Please sah, listen ta me! I swears on me motha’s grave, bless ‘er soul, Ain’t a mina er possession on me, but the clothes on me back there is!”

Rhein sets her pack down gently in the tall grass. She mutters a few words under her breath.

“I don’t like where this is going...”

The scared man takes his eyes off the halfling and smirks at his partner, he talks while not even looking at his mark.

“Well, well, well, Nuthin? Yoi don’ got nuthin!? Look, Ah don’ like killin...” His face contorts, armed with a sympathetic face, he glances down for a second. Then he looks at the woman across from him a malicious grin spreads across his face. “Ok, tha’s a lie, I LOVE killin’ li’el pukes like yoiself” The man nods his head, the woman grabs the halfling by the shoulders in an attempt to hold him still for his execution. Rhein’s knee flew toward the female bandit’s head, she noticed in time to avoid getting knocked out, but the force knocked her to the ground. Rhein stepped onto the woman’s neck to hold her in place.

“I’m only going to say this once. Both of you, LEAVE and pray that I don’t see you again.”

The man, his face now twisted in fury, lept at Rhein. His sword was aimed to pierce her stomach. She brought up her forearm in an attempt to deflect, the flat of the blade slid down her forearms, sundering her bracer, and leaving a light gash in its trail, in the same motion her elbow hammered at the man’s jaw. The man tumbled a couple feet, he dropped his sword as he went. Dazed, the man slowly stood back up, his eyes wild he charged at the dark elf again. This time Rhein turned to the side, and swept his legs right out from under him; he landed next to his partner. She looked up to find the Halfling, but over the course of the scuffle he had run off. Good, she thought, it’ll be easier this way. The man was panting heavily, eyes dilated; the woman appeared to still be dazed from her initial fall. Rhein carefully took her feet off her opponents, picked up her pack and spoke over her shoulder:

“I’m in a good mood today, you had better PRAY that our paths never cross again.” She ripped the rest of the already torn forearm from her robes, and wrapped her wound as she walked away.

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?:

*nods her head slightly, she tries and fails to hide her annoyance at the man’s accent.*

“Ehem... Do you have any linen for sale? I’d prefer black... or maybe white.” *she stands staring off past the shopkeeper.*

The man responds “Sorry Ma’am, Linen’s a bit light in the north here, all’s I got is wool ‘an paper.” The man turns away to grab a couple bolts of his dyed wool. “Mayhaps I could interest you in some of Riverwood’s fine wool?”

Rhein was already forty paces down the road by the time the shopkeep turned around. “Useless... does nobody in this backcountry sell proper cloth?” She sighs as she leaves town.

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?:

Rhein limped through the camp’s ricketty gates , then stumbled up to a lit campfire. An auburn haired wood elf was tending it.

“Excuse me, Sir? Do you have anything you can spare to eat? I’d be glad to trade.”

The Elf turned back to her and patted a spot on the ground next to him, inviting her to sit. She took his invitation and sat near him by the fire. in its dim, flickering light she saw a scar across the man’s throat. He held up a handful of flint in one hand and gestured to the fish cooking over the fire.

“You want flint? I’m pretty sure I have some, nothing much though” She pulled her pack open and rifled through it. Her eyes lit up as she discovered her intact stash of flint she had stored inside. She pulled the small pouch of the rock out, and handed it to the mute elf. He smiles and claps his hands together then made another gesture to the fish. She ate her fill of fish, then fell asleep curled up next to the fire.

The next morning, there were no signs of the camp that had been there just hours before, only a circle of stones, with no trace of ash or ember among them, and a faint smell of baked fish wafting through the air.

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[lugarthecougar 57]

Accepted!

I enjoyed reading about your character, all in all a very interesting application. Not to mention you seem like a very good Role Player! Hopefully you start that martial arts school up, I would love to go!

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