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Definitions:
Roleplaying: The act of playing the role of a created character through actions and words spoken by the character
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Powergaming: Aiming for a goal and ignoring storytelling elements without consideration to the effects of others to achieve that goal
Character:
Name: Ambillus Giraphur
Sex: Male
Race: Heartlander
Age: Twenty Seven
Bio:
On a colder night in the winter season of the year 1552, on the northern area of the town Chambery. while the amber cold month had just begun, a guard named Bamildo Giraphur walked to his post for the night shift. As he walked along his usual route towards his post he spotted the same red haired baker's daughter he has seen every night for three years. He nodded to her and she smiled, curtseying to the guard with a gentle blush before wrapping her scarf around her neck and walking home. The Bamildo had known this girl for a while and from time to time she would stop and talk to him while he took up his post. Her name was Jasmine Corlavoer. The guard smile as he stepped gently through the light snow to his post. He looked out in area he was supposed to cover. Never had Bamildo ever actually had to worry about any activity outside of the town, it was always inside its own borders where the mishaps occur. This night was quiet however, the odd shopkeep walking home, the peddlers closing for the day. Bamildo kept his hand rested on the hilt of his bastard sword. He had trained for years to become part of the guards and it had paid off. He was a pretty good swordsmen and could stop most small problems when force is needed. He heard the scuffle of fast feet on snow covered stone. He turned his head to the direction of the sound and as he did he heard the scream. His feet danced on the paved ground. He knew how to run in the snow, must have been his highlander ancestry. He bent a corner into the alleyway which was formed by a small home and the old forgery. There he saw Jasmine in the hands of a raper. Why a raper? Well he was tearing her Clothes off and he had bound her mouth. He plump bare chest was showing but Bamildo was to angered to blush. How could anyone harm a woman in such a manner? What kind of beast hurts anyone- ANYONE like that!! In his surge of anger and fury of thoughts he grabbed the man's neck with both hands. It was easy as the rapist was too busy admiring his “Prize”. The skinny man wriggled like a rabbit in a trap, scared, confused. This man knew he was going to die. Bamildo knew it wasn’t such as he could not legally kill him, though he could hurt him a lot. He Started by stripping the man of his only weapon, a kitchen knife, then literally stripped the man down. He used the man's socks to gag his mouth and his shirt to bind his hands. All that was left on the pale offender was his briefs. Bamildo took the mans nice leather fur covered jacket and handed it to the damsel Jasmine who covered herself with it. The rapist stared up at Bamildo who growled and began to kick and beat the raper. It took the girls soft touch on Bamildos arm to calm him down. She thanked him and kissed his cheek before hurrying home. Bamildo, satisfied, brought the rapist to the guards main place of station where he was put behind bars. The next knight when Bamildo walked to his post Jasmine smiled as she walked up to him. She was wearing the same coat as from the day before, she smiled and thanked him very much offering a small pouch. Bamildo knew what was inside but denied it. He told her. “The only thanks I need is knowing you are safe.” The baker's daughter stayed with him through his post and when he was finished she walked back to his Abode. Two years later, in the same abode Jasmine smiled at Bamildo from the other side of their bed. In between the two was a four month old red haired hazel eyed little boy.
Ambillus Giraphur was his name. The young good willed child of Bamildo and Jasmine. He lived a simple life up until about the age of 13. Until then he spent his life cooking with his mother and training with a stick to learn how to fight. But at 13 his mother passed to a very strong sickness that nobody could have stopped. With the passing of his wife Bamildo wanted to have a change of scenery. He packed up the small home with Ambillus and moved to Innsmouth where his uncle owned a small smithy. Ambillus kept up his cooking habit and taught himself new ways to cook. Though at a really young age he thought baking would be his passion and sword handling his hobby, he grew a keen eye to his uncle's “cooking” of metal. His 16 birthday was his first day in the smithy where his uncle showed him how to hit a hammer. By this time the highlander ancestry in Ambillus was seen. He had a keen ability to grow facial hair and his hardiness in the smith was undeniable. For years Ambillus spent his days working in his uncles smithy, training with his sword alongside his father. But in the afternoon… he kept his quiet hobby of cooking and it was very appreciated by his hardworking father and uncle. Ambillus through his years grew certain view of the races. He finds the dwarves good smithing to be a very interesting topic for him. He is non Biased towards elves and usually is neutral to them. But he hates the Orcish brute way of life, crude weapons and no order to their attacks. He saved up enough money to be able to head off to Johannesburg where he planned to find somewhere, maybe in one of its neighboring areas, to set up his own shop and make his own living.
Personality Traits: Creative, Tinkerer, inginuitive gentleman, straightforward, socially awkward, works hard (Somtimes too hard)
Ambitions: Learn great smithing skills, become a business success, get married, continue his bloodline
Strengths/Talents: Smithing, Cooking, Fighting.
Weaknesses/Inabilities: Reading/writing, Socially awkward, clumsy
Appearance: 6’2” red haired, very hairy, large beard, callused hands, Scars on his hands and arms nearly all over but they can’t be seen very well. He regularly wears his fathers old guard clothes that are leather and silk with chain underneath. He has his red felt belt around his waist.
