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OOC Information
Minecraft IGN:
AerielsVanguard
Do you have Roleplay Experience? Please give an example.
Lord of the Craft and D&D (only watching, I'm still a noob when it comes to playing it, might need some help if I get on the server).
Please define the following in your own words:
Metagaming:
Metagaming is the use of OOC information that your character would not know ICly!
Example:
- John finds out OOCly that his prince is going to be assassinated by [insert name here] at his coronation!
- He has more guards posted than normal, and has [insert name here] searched and arrested without any RP motive.
Powergaming:
Powergmaing is the overplaying of your character's abilities/forcing another action onto another character without allowing them to react.
Example:
- David and John are fighting in the city square, everyone is watching.
- *David charges John and impales him on his sword.*
Roleplaying:
Roleplaying is the act of placing yourself in a fictional character's position. You become this character and take on all of their traits and act as if you were them for their entire life.
Personality: Xorin is a serious individual with little capacity for humor, unlike what most would expect from one of his kin. He is seemingly a rather introverted and focused person, as well as one who loves to analyze things around him. He is often quiet and has a tendency to contemplate for long bouts of time before suddenly speaking out.
Appearance: When you first lay eyes 'pon the Halfling, you notice a few distinct things about him that are only described as. . . offsetting. His skin is paler than one would expect of a halfling, and his limbs are quite spindly He has bags under his eyes and his form is somewhat lax, the result of endless nightmares of his past. His figure is somewhat slouched and he appears uninterested in most of the things that are going on around him, instead choosing to write in a large grimoire he carries somewhere on his person. He has torn and raggedy blackened robes, probably from all the smoke, dust, and mud that he's slept in.
Character Biography (Where do they come from? Why did they decide to leave their home?):
In a minuscule halfling village dubbed Riverdam for it's infamous multitude of bodies of water and rivers running through the city, making them a land fit for agriculture and much prosperous trade. It was not a very spacious plot of land, always filled with merchant, bards, and explorers that have come to rest their heads or trade their trinkets and toys for resources. Xorin was the son of the chief guard of the village, and was merely 18 years old when he was placed on routine patrols and trained with the others in order to prepare for any future threats. Recently, there had been whispers of some giants on a warpath in their direction, due to a shortage of food and water for their army. Consequently, the city guard gained an overwhelming amount of forces - dwarves, humans and even a diminutive amount of elves to their forces - all willing to fight the Giants due to some vendetta or another. They were all organized into squadrons based on their abilities, and Xorin was made commander of the 3rd Squadron - the Mages. And so, he trained with them and learned bits and pieces of their craft individually, and they were eventually a satisfactory team.
"Wrong,"Xorin bellowed out as one of the Mages molded the incorrect structure out of the earth, continuing, "Here, try doing th--."
He was cut off as a horn rung throughout the city, the alarming sound of a swiftly approaching gigantic force of enemies! People had suddenly crowded the streets within mere seconds, the outside becoming overrun with screaming women and fleeing foreigners. The 3rd Squadron hustled to their positions, situated within the rear end of the forces as all of the squadrons had assumed their stances, ready for battle. There were four squadrons that made up the bulk of Riverdam's forces; the first were the Spears, the second were the Infantry, the third were the Mages and the fourth were the Archers. The Mages prepared their spells and the Archers drew back their flaming arrows as the Infantry and Spearmen prepared to charge forth into war. As the Giants approached with startling speed, a war cry was let out and hell went loose 'pon the land of Riverdam.
The Spearmen and Infantry stood no chance against the Behemoths, simply stampeded over by the Giants as they continued their ruthless charge towards the city. The Mages launched their elements, their arcane magic and the Archers loosed their arrows for the enemy - these all found some purchase. Many Giants found themselves impaled with shards of metal, burned with fire, their legs and perhaps eyes pierced by the arrows fired from the bows of the army; and this caused them to stumble in their advance. "Back! Back into Riverdam!" Xorin yelled, the Archers continuing to fire as the Mages withdrew back into the city. The people of the land were still confused and running about, attempting to gather all they could carry in the case that their men had lost. And the people were right - the forces of Riverdam had no chance against the rampaging Giants.
They were all enslaved within the month, forced to farm the fields and gather the fresh water for the Giants as they made Riverdam their own outpost for the upcoming winter season. Many died due to the harsh treatment that was placed on them, and anyone seldom escaped without being found deceased on the outskirts of the city a day or so later. Xorin had been hard on himself, his father having been killed in the battle against the Behemoths, which left him to govern and protect the land - and he had failed miserably. After 2 years of near back-breaking labor and service, he decided that he had enough of it all, and decided to delve into the forbidden arts of black magic to take back the land. Body shattered and mind broken, Xorin's despair brought forth a being of abundant magnitude - a Demon.
Xorin made a deal with this other-dimensional being, his eventual revenge against the Giants for making him and his people slaves for his eventual fueling of the demon's everlasting lust for power. And so, the pact was made betwixt the two, the Halfling's body convulsing as his mana pool was depraved and turned by the Demon. Being the tactical master that he was and the Giants. . . not so much, he escaped within the hour, taking some dirty rags as his clothing before departing.
IC Information
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Character Name: Thruin Yngvette
Age: 43
Class Paladin
Description (Personality, traits, appearance): A pissed off dwarf covered in plate mail and leather fur scraps for warmth/comfort. Under his armor he has a dirty grey hair and a braided beard. His armor is detailed but worn by use.
Character rp example.
"Ay little pest spreadin' rat" Thruin yells scaring the rat into a crack in foundation of The Foundry. "Ingar decided to make the name of the blacksmith the foundry like it makes it any less rubbish lad" The dwarf laughs to his orc partner Ras Triffwalker who was granted pardon in the Vngvette blood pack he performed. Ras was a simple orc who was manipulated alot by the dwarves as Thruin defending violently and verbally tooth and nail. "The Foundry have shiny metals." *Thruin signs as he picks away 28 years of age and he doesnt feel fulfilled picking rock after rock like a chump. He remembers last time he broke free for a whole week I went down to a small human city Glenworth. Walking the road shaded by woods with light peering through lighting the woods viberantly as the birds chirped their song like the little pricks they are to the tavern to buy a room and relax and for the first time in my life i had true freedom. I laid upon those satin bedsheets pondering on how i would continue to avoid my responibilies to my family and ended up returning. "Back to this blasted cave with these blasted rats hitting blasted rock" The dwarf said enraging himself shattering his pickaxe. "Ras its time" Thruin said returning to his quarters for his gear.
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OOC Information
Minecraft IGN:
Metagaming is the use of OOC information that your character would not know ICly!
IC Information
Minecraft IGN: Lord_Thruin
Do you have Roleplay Experience? ye
Please give an example.
Thronecraft sc2 warcraft3
Please define the following in your own words:
Metagaming:
Using ooc info in game.
Powergaming:
Being overpowered forcing rp.
Roleplaying:
living through out your character.
Why do you want to join our server?
I figured i needed a different rp server.
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IC Information
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Character Name: Thruin Yngvette
Age: 43
Class Paladin
Description (Personality, traits, appearance): A pissed off dwarf covered in plate mail and leather fur scraps for warmth/comfort. Under his armor he has a dirty grey hair and a braided beard. His armor is detailed but worn by use.
Character rp example.
"Ay little pest spreadin' rat" Thruin yells scaring the rat into a crack in foundation of The Foundry. "Ingar decided to make the name of the blacksmith the foundry like it makes it any less rubbish lad" The dwarf laughs to his orc partner Ras Triffwalker who was granted pardon in the Vngvette blood pack he performed. Ras was a simple orc who was manipulated alot by the dwarves as Thruin defending violently and verbally tooth and nail. "The Foundry have shiny metals." *Thruin signs as he picks away 28 years of age and he doesnt feel fulfilled picking rock after rock like a chump. He remembers last time he broke free for a whole week I went down to a small human city Glenworth. Walking the road shaded by woods with light peering through lighting the woods viberantly as the birds chirped their song like the little pricks they are to the tavern to buy a room and relax and for the first time in my life i had true freedom. I laid upon those satin bedsheets pondering on how i would continue to avoid my responibilies to my family and ended up returning. "Back to this blasted cave with these blasted rats hitting blasted rock" The dwarf said enraging himself shattering his pickaxe. "Ras its time" Thruin said returning to his quarters for his gear.
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