What’s the most important rule?: Respect everyone and behave like an intelligent being.
Why are they coming to Bide/What do they hope to do?: Froxin is a bounty hunter and is looking for job in this new land.
If any, list all combative abilities (Super strength, flight, barrier magic, gun skills, etc): Knows how to use a flintlock pistol/musket/blunderbuss, and is a very good fencer aswell.
If any, list all non-combative abilities (Lock-picking, well educated in technology/magic, tracking skills. etc): His job requires him to have basic lockpicking knoweldge and tracking skills. He knows a couple of things about technology aswell.
Imagine all the things that can hurt/kill a standard human. Is there anything that your character is immune (or reduced effect) to that would normally affect a human? If so, to balance, what sort situation(s) could hurt/kill your character that normally wouldn't hurt a standard human? (Note: the kryptonite weakness, i.e, a situation/item that is rare or normally not on a person or found in the surrounding area even if it completely nullifies you is not balanced enough.): Froxin is very resistant to one of the main things that can hurt a person. He is a cold, distant character, therefore, his mental health is not at risk. Apart from that, he is a human being and can suffer wounds from anything.
You may notice that the rules and general structure of the server offers a lot of freedom to the players. This can be easily abused so we’re looking for a tight knit community of players that we can trust. Please respond to these two RP situations IC. We are looking for at least a large paragraph, preferably two, for each situation. We want to gauge your RP, storytelling, and grammar abilities and decide from there. We’re seeing if you’ll be creative and intelligent enough to handle the low restrictions RP and adapt to the ever changing stories you’ll come across.
When writing, RP as all the characters involved including character emotes and talking. Since you’re RP’ing as all characters think and act as you would in-game which means there should be no hint of powergaming in your application like having outlandish powers or automatically hitting someone.
Use this format:
Me: *rolls out of the way* Watch out!
Woman: You’re not supposed to be here *shakes her fist angrily*
Thug: *attempts to grab the inventor’s coat* Listen punk!
-A woman is in the middle of constructing a wall for the town she resides in. You see two other men doing the same in the distance. She spots you and is immediately hostile towards you, the wandering stranger. First, diffuse the situation and then take it from there.
*Froxin looks towards the woman.*
Woman: Oi, get off our lands, you filthy brigand! *says as she jumps down from the small scaffolding, and gestures to the two other men to join her.*
Froxin: Wooah, Wiley! *talks to his horse as he pulls the reins to control his horse, Wiley.* Are you talkin' to me lass?
*The two men come over to the woman, one is holding a pitchfork while the other is holding a mallet.*
Woman: Aye, I'm talking to ya, you're one of them Weber's men, nay?
*Froxin looks left and right as to spot possible flankers.*
Froxin: I do not know this man...Weber.
Woman: Don' lie to me you freaking pisshead. I know you one of them Weber boys. *Gestures to the man holding the mallet and whispers him a couple of words, then the man leaves.*
Froxin: Lass, I swear I haven't heard of any Weber person since the time I arrived in Bide with the ship two days ago.
*The woman raises her eyebrows.* Ah, so you came in with the refugees, eh? Well then, I suppose we could spare a room and some mead for ya. But do anything behind our backs and we'll gut you.
Froxin: Eh, you can trust me, *says as he rides Wiley towards the half built palisade gate.* In fact, I can hunt Weber down for ya. How many bandits are with 'im?
Woman: **** if I know, we got robbed a week ago, 'bout four of 'em. Are ya sure you can do it? You equipped alrigh'?
Froxin: Oh yes, indeed I am, *says as he pats his flintlock pistol on his belt.*
Woman: This way, you can put your horse at our stable over there. *points towards a stable brimming with wheat.*
-A player who is RP’ing as an inventor is working on a prototype engine in his open air workshop located in town. Another player who plays a notorious street thug starts harassing the inventor for money and machine parts. Interact with them.
*Froxin looks at the two men, while Wiley is trotting along the cobbled road.*
Thug: **** off, Wilas, you promised me you would pay up in time! You don't have the money, so I will take your freakin' bag, looks good enough leather, probably from a Bongo deer. *Says as he tries to pull the inventor's bag from his shoulder*
Wilas: No! Not the bag Ainarth! It has my plans in it! *Tries to keep his bag on his shoulder*
*Froxin pulls the reins and stops, still looking at the two men.*
Ainarth: Like I said, no money, so you must give me something in return! I suppose, you prefer I take this bag instead of your sweet blossom, rygh?
Wilas: No! No! Not my bag, neither Anthicia! We can work something out, Ainarth. I could give it next week or in some days, just don't take anything
alright? Please, I beg you. *Says as he is finally released from Ainarth's grasp on the bag and he falls down.*
Ainarth: You know what. **** your bag, I want your Anthicia. Either you give me the two hundred coins we talked about, tomorrow, or I will come and take Anthicia from you. And she will scream, like a little pig is squealing when you gut it. *says as he grins.* Also, if you dare escape I will kill you all. And believe me, I'll know if you plan on leaving town.
Wilas: Aaah. Thank you Ainarth. Okay. Uuuh. *coughs* I will bring the coins to you tomorrow. You have my word.* He says as he picks up his bag from the ground.*
Ainarth: Good, then. We'll talk tomorrow. *says as he moves towards the opposite side of Froxin*
*Froxin moves towards Wilas, the inventor after Ainarth has disappeared into the town's backstreets.*
Froxin: How much? *asks Froxin while pulling the reins to stop Wiley from moving*
Wilas: Huh? What do you mean how much? Wha...Oh. I see. Unfortunately, I can't give you anything at the moment. *as he gulps*.
Froxin: Too bad. *Pulls the reins, in a feinting, intimidating manner.*
Wilas: No! Wait! Come back! Fine. Listen. I've got fifty hundred coins for Anthicia's dowry, my only daughter. I suppose it's better to protect her than giving her a good husband. I will give them to you, but...-
Froxin: But? *Froxin interrupts him*
Wilas: But, you have to take Anthicia to my sister, at the nearest village. Well, you could help my sister out aswell, I heard her small village got robbed by an infamous bandit.
Froxin: Forget it then, I'm not a ****ing courier.
Wilas: Twenty coins extra! Please! They will rape her!
Froxin: Goodbye. *pulls the reins as Wiley gallops, the sound of his hooves, resonating through the cold cobbled, mossy road.