Boodilly's New Charicter

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u]Out-Of-Character

Main Minecraft Account Name:

boodilly

Alternate Minecraft Account Name:

N/a

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

Roleplaying is the act of living out the life of a fictional character in a video game or real world setting.

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

The act of metagaming is using information your character couldn't have possibly had to your advantage, such as the name of a disguised character, or information from ooc chat.

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

Roleplaying so that an event goes the roleplayer's way, such as forcing an action that would normally be preventible in some way on the part of the other roleplayers.

Example: *Robert jumps on Fred, trying to knock him to the ground.*

-Not *Robert jumps on Fred, knocking him to the ground.*

*Fred tries to force Robert up and tries to rise.*

-Not *Fred forces Robert up and rises.*

In-Character:

Character Name:

My name is Certh Smith.

What Race are you?:

Human.

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

I am a Northerner.

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.):

I was born to a peasant family, my father a smith, my mother a housekeeper. I had dark hair, dark eyes, with fairly normal looks. I acquired the trade of smithing from my father, as he taught me to make knives (which were not much more than shivs in reality) and nails as soon as I could stand the sweltering heat of the forge and loft a hammer high enough to pound metal. I was always a large boy as a child. Was tall as a cow by the time I was 8, and strong as a golem by the time I was 10. Had about the brains of one to, to hear my father tell it. He tried teaching me to read, never picked up much of it. As the boys of merchants learned to do their sums, I pounded away at steel and bronze. It was one of these days of smithing that I made what I believed to be my best work. It was a dagger, a bit rough, with a steel blade and a bronze handle, sharpened to a point and shined till it showed my image. In my haste to show my father this piece, I slipped. The dagger, still in my hand, made contact in my eye, rendering it useless. When I recovered, I returned to my friends. They at first were curious, then they seemed to be almost scared. Heartless sons of Iblees, I lost an eye, and suddenly I was a monster. Their hatred of me was endless.I started wearing an eye cover, but it did not make their scorn lessen. Soon, however, I slipped into behavior that saddens me to think of now. I became a scoundrel, a criminal, and a bully.

I continued as such until I was a young man of about 12 years of age, when I was caught trying to take a man's purse of gold on the road. I was taken to jail in the city, far from where I had ever ventured, sentenced to twelve days. I had been in the town stockades before, but I was a boy in a jail of hardened bandits and thieves. The chief of the guard must have taken notice to this, as he stopped by my cell to inquire on my conditions of arrest and the like. He must have found me to be a capable boy, as he delivered me home himself, and had a long discussion with my father. The next morn I discovered that I was to train with the guards in the way of the sword so that I might learn discipline and become a capable servant to the city and kingdom as a guard and soldier. I would like to say that I became the nicest, most generous man ever to roam Asulon, but I still struggle greatly with my old ways. It might not be apparent, but cynicism and anger still run deep within me. As for now, I am currently looking for work. Probably as a guard, possibly as a mercenary, maybe even a hunter. Men, monsters, animals, it makes no matter to me at this point. I still have plenty of time to make a name for myself, being only 18 years of age. And what a name it shall be indeed.

What are your Character's ambitions?:

I have ambitions of power in the human guard, along with ambitions to become a great and well known bounty hunter and mercenary. I wish to get better at my father's trade of blacksmithing, which was cut short by my reckless pastimes during the later years of my childhood.

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

Other Information about your Character:

I never learned to shoot a bow, and never will, due to my lack of an eye. I am not greatly religious, but I respect those who are, unless they try to push it on me. I am decent at woodcutting, mining, and excavation, though I am poor at farming and herbalism, even for a Northerner. It embarrasses me to admit, I am rather afraid of silverfish. Something was always unnatural about them to me, so small and strange, yet vicious. They can live in the dark down there for their whole lives. Something downright creepy about a living thing that does not require the sun. Eugh. Some argue that slimes are much fouler, but I hold that the silverfish is the worst of all.

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?:

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?:

The sight of the iron was at first a major draw for me, but I resisted taking it, trying to stick to my new moral standards. As for the gold sword, it is weak rubbish that only kings and the vain would desire, since it holds no edge and does not last. I would only require it for the purpose of selling, and I am not a merchant, so I will not waste my time with such endeavors. And yet, as I leave the cabin I look over my shoulder, contemplating my choices.

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?:

"Hail sirs, how do thou faire? If there is food to be found here, I am in need of provisions and will offer a fair amount of coin. Should thou be in need of protection, I am willing to chaperone thou to your location for a modest price."

You hear word that bandits occupy the road outside the town in which you have been staying. The town guards 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?:

As my ambition is to become well known as a bounty hunter, I would jump at the chance to help. Once on the tail of the bandits, I would make an attempt to be the one to kill their leader, or at least kill the most bandits for the most recognition.

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