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    OOC Info
    -Minecraft IGN: DietCocaineZero

    Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example?: I have honestly been a lot of places: Solstice, LOTC and a ton of smaller community run servers. I have been in the game for about three years now, with some off and on time.

    -Define Power-gaming in your own words: My history with powergaming is that people see it as two things. First one is probably the most annoying offense, when someone forces an action down your character's throat.

    ex. Mark stabs Mike.

    Properly, this should be Mark thrust towards Mike with a dagger, setting up his response.


    Secondly, powergaming could be making your character unrealistic. For instance, your character just randomly teleporting or using magic without an app.

    -Define Meta-gaming in your own words: Metagaming is when someone uses information that is known OOC'ly and utilizes it in an IC environment when your character should not be aware of its existence.


    -Define Role-Playing in your own words: Roleplaying is taking the role of a character and playing them accordingly. It has a focus of developement and change, almost like I am playing a real person in a fantasy world.


    IC Info
    Character name

    Gilbert (Gil) Kowalski

    Character race

    Human


    Character gender

    Male


    Character age
    14


    Character Occupation

    Aspiring Alchemist (/chemist)

    Character Description

    Gilbert is a young man of short stature, even for someone his age, standing at around four foot eight. He wears a tattered jacked with a blue shirt of cheap quality. The jacket he wears seems to be far too long for someone his height, but yet, he is very adamant about keeping it on. Overlapped by the jacket are a pair of grey trousers, consisting of a pair of patches that seem hastily stitched together in attempt to prolong the clothing's life. Gilbert can often come off as conspicuous, as he often wears a black hood, but its size over his head may set aside any worry in how ridiculous it looks, often shielding off his eyes causing the boy to faceplant into most lamp posts.


    His moderate complexion is accompanied by a pair of very plain, almost grey, blue eyes. Gilbert's face is rather dull and it does not seem promising that he will grow into a dashing young man full of suave. His expression can be described as hard to follow, often displaying inappropriate emotion that do not fit the scene he is in. At almost all times Gilbert's eyes are wandering and in this regard, he comes off as very distant from the world around him.


    Character Personality and Traits

    At first glance, Gilbert is seemingly a very boring, albeit regular young lad. He may come off as hardworking, studious and incredibly diligent to eyes around him. However, should one talk and converse with Gilbert, many may find him to be incredibly strange and aloof. His ability in social situations is hardly there, though eager to talk, he may start rambling off, even interrupting people when they speak. He has the ability to talk about the things that interest him until the dogs come home, but towards other people he may come off as rude or detached, quickly losing interest if the conversation does not go his way. That being said, though lacking in charisma, he can be seen as an astoundingly intelligent young boy. He can easily keep up with how grown ups may speak, grasp onto words people twice his age may not even know. However, in what he is passionate in, Chemistry, Gilbert could even be called a prodigy.


    Though intelligent in the sciences, he is still a young lad. He can easily be manipulated and lied to, often without any trouble or questioning. Sarcasm easily flies over Gilbert's head and he is always poised to take serious subjects with far more than a grain of salt. He has no ability in being a leader and unless he is following, works far better independently. While some may see the boy as someone without empathy, he does respond to another's sadness, though perhaps in unpredictable ways. Gilbert does not react well when provoked or when he has made someone else angry and is a loose cannon in these situations. That being said, Gilbert always wants to do the right thing, but very often what is wrong and what is right is obscured. Gilbert is an academic young boy, but his inability to properly access right from wrong consistently is what keeps him a child.

    Character biography
    Gilbert was the son of a famous chemist in Barkamsted. His father had earned a name for himself by doing heavy research in gunpowder, the very same that was used in the cannons to defeat the pact army. Gilbert's father claimed that the substance was far from pure and that unless one was a mage in alteration, like himself, such purity was hopeless. His studies did improve the quality of gunpowder, but only because it was more consistent. Even aware of this himself, Gilbert's father ushered on that he was progressing towards perfection. He had earned a lot of money and fame for his research, even claiming that he cold make bronze into gold with enough research. Though, with five years of nothing to show and suspicion of malpractice on animals and even rumored, humans, Gilbert's father quickly vanished into obscurity, ashamed but also afraid that his secrets would spill.


    At the same time, Gilbert's home life was far from tranquil. As his father's success faded, so too would his pride and soon thereafter, restraint. It was not unusual for Gilbert's father to get drunk and hit his mother senseless. She was an especially weak woman from a poor family, she was always afraid she would lose it all. The only reason Gilbert escaped the beatings was that his father saw a protege in him. It was the last semblance of the man's sanity, the trust he placed in the intelligent Gilbert. He would be lying if he said Gilbert wasn't all he had left. For this reason, Gilbert did not look too poorly on his beatings of his mother, the family had found ways to live on.


    His father's studies never halted and when Gilbert was at the age of ten, his father was caught trying to sell pyrite off as actual gold, claiming that he had finally done it, created gold from bronze. In actuality, he was able to fuse iron and sulfur together with help from magic, creating a hardly convincing copy. This was done by softening materiel, making it easier to melt and merge. Tragically, people actually believed he had done it, but it was soon proven to be a complete scandal. He had depleted all his pride as a chemist and soon vanished from his household and was never seen again by Gilbert or his family. His whereabouts are unknown, whether Gilbert's father is dead or alive has never been confirmed.


    Gilbert's mother was far too weak to go on and with years of abuse, she too vanished. Though, unlike Gilbert's father, her corpse was found a mile down a nearby stream. Gilbert was not allowed to see the body, though he was very curious. Deep down, this bothered Gilbert greatly, but at the same time he felt that delving into what his father studied would be the only course of action. Gilbert was never the type to sit around and do nothing and to excel as a chemist was what he believed his father would have wanted. He was offered to live with an uncle of his, but due to illness, Gilbert was free to wander around as he pleased.


    RP Responses
    You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.


    Gilbert would tilt his head, looking into his pocket for his pouch of gold. He would go quiet for a moment, looking about in the crowd for the perpetrator. In the fog of his vision he could see a young child running off suspiciously. Gilbert saw no reason not to follow him, so in a sprint that gained on the young thief, Gilbert caught up to the feeble young lad.


    "'Scuse me friend, I think you accidentally picked up my coin pouch..."


    The young thief was confused. He did not say a word.


    "You see, I created most of those coins in that pouch... They are not very good though... The blacksmith was nice enough to let me use his oven and moulds... But I could not convince the merchant at the candy stand."


    Gilbert offered his hand, he was telling the truth.


    "T-these are not real?" The thief asked, taking out a coin in realization and disappointment.


    "No, do you think they need more iron? Maybe brass could be convincing...."


    The thief did not answer, he handed back the pouch to the young Gilbert. Gilbert reached into his pocket, pulling out a real coin. He had planned to give it to the thief, but he had already turned tail and walked away into the crowd.

    You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.


    Gilbert would walk towards the wolf, confusion in his eyes. He would go and place his hand on the wolf's head, frowning slightly. At the same time, there was a spark of curiosity in his eyes. He quickly wondered how this happened and what would happen depending on what he did. Gilbert felt powerful, like he was some sort of god. The wolf stared at him, lucid and afraid for her pups. While she did not appreciate when Gilbert reached out to pat her head, she was smart enough to know that he was her only hope.


    "You are very silly Wolf... These traps are really simple, really. This trap was made in Barkemsted, I recognize its design, I know exactly who made it, Mr. Walters!" Gilbert would beam. "They are really poorly made, look."


    Gilbert placed his hands around the trap, pressing a hinge that released the jaws of the trap. The wolf whimpered at the sudden surge of pain, but she showed no aggression towards Gilbert and instead licked the head of one of her pups.


    "In hindsight, that was not a very good idea, Gilbert." He spoke to himself. "Wolves eat people and I sure look like a tasty snack! But do you want to hurt me Mrs. Wolf?" Gilbert asked.


    The wolf got off of her feet, she stared at Gilbert, perhaps an animal instinct telling her to attack her delirious savior. Though, snorting, she collected her pups and vanished back into the woods. Gilbert was in awe, he had not expected such a human response from the animal, he would be sure to write this down somewhere.

    Extra notes (Optional, could include theme songs, pictures, etc.):
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    Magic Biography
    Gilbert was always a clever boy, unusual for his age. His father had seen this in him since the day he was born, Gilbert was destined to be a protege, a scientist to give the Kowalski's a good name. Gilbert's father was always focused on discovering his potential, always checking for signs, signs he was very familiar with. It was not until the age of five that Gilbert's father saw a spark in the boy, that he was capable. Though, there was little he could do to prove it, he wished to at least enlighten Gilbert on magic. Gilbert's father knew the teachings of magic would be wasted on a mere five year old, so he waited until Gilbert was at the age of eight. He was not taught the complex nature of magic, but instead was given brief examples. His father often let the boy hold his artifact that he had received from a college of magic. Gilbert's father's philosophy was that the boy would be inspired by the possibility of magic and Gilbert was thoroughly enthusiastic at his new found potential.


    It was true that Gilbert's father vanished when he was only ten, but Gilbert had learned a lot of the basics. Sure, to use magic Gilbert was aware he would be lucky to be a young caster at sixteen if he worked tirelessly, but he still wanted to live a childhood, playing and learning other things. Still, at the crack of night, Gilbert would read books from the college of magic. Sometimes he would visit a young elf who worked in a tavern who would read him Elven Scriptures, or introduce him to a new book. He and this elf shared a common interest in magic, though she was unable herself and lived her dream through Gilbert. In some ways, she was Gilbert's most early mentor, but there is only so much someone with passion and no ability can teach a young boy.


    Gilbert knew he did not have to learn magic, there was ways of conducting chemistry and alchemy through other means. Though, his father's philosophy that magic was the purest tool stood sound in his ears. He could never explain why it was the truth, it was one of the few things he had left of his father and he stood by it staunchly. He wanted to meet his father again one day, make him proud of what he had become, a chemist far greater than anyone else and to boot, a mage capable of alteration. Gilbert experimented in the blacksmith's shop, understanding elements by melting them down. One day, he would have the help of alteration magic when conducting chemistry, not only the fuel from the fire.


    Limitations of Magic

    There is a correlation between the user and their trinket. The trinket must match the casters intent and channel of energy. For instance, should a very experienced mage be handed a weak trinket and attempted to use a stronger surge of magic, the artifact would most likely shatter. The same goes the other way around. A weaker mage would not benefit much from a more advanced trinket and would earn much more using one that would around their level. In short, mages should utilize artifacts that are at their level and not stoop or use one too high. Weaker trinkets are for learning the skill, while more advances ones are designed for more sophisticated use.


    Magic System
    Magic is much like practicing the sword. It takes years to perfect and learn profoundly. While you need to be born with a gift for it, that does not simply mean your character can cast bolts of lightning from the sky after reading one book. It runs in the characters veins and requires an artifact to properly use. Furthermore, depending on your race may also mean something in terms of aspects of magic. High Elves are given the highest interger, while humans follow them, with orcs only getting one.


    You are given a weak trinket of <alteration>, you haven't had much practice with magic yet, but you will try your best. Describe some things you could/would do with this trinket


    Due to his young age, Gilbert may struggle to conjure up anything at all. Perhaps as he grows older and more wise, he may experiment on rocks, changing the color of small areas on the rock or may use a glass of water to try and make it bubble if only for a split second or make it slightly warmer. Gilbert at his age lacks the mental capability to accomplish much without the guidance of a proper mentor. This application is so that he may find someone to teach him, rather than having any ability to start off with and baseline knowledge.

    You start with one aspect only. You gain the rest of them (How ever many your race may have) of your own choice through further RP, however you will not be able to attain them immediately.

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    posted a message on From The Ashes Chapter 1: In the Footsteps of Thaer -|- Serious Roleplay -|- Custom Coded -|- Experienced Staff -|- Active -|-

    OOC Information:


    IGN: DietCocaineZero (Applying again because I got busy @[email protected])


    Do you wish to join our community Skype chat? If so, what is your Skype username? (This is optional): Nah


    Have you read and agreed to both the rules and the lore of the server?: Yes and yes!


    What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Forcing roleplay onto someone else without allowing them to react.


    What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC information and using it IC.


    What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Entering another character's shoes and acting their role accordingly.


    Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one...?


    When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: With consent


    When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Any time, just use double parenthesise or use the OOC chat.


    Do you have any previous RP experience, Minecraft or elsewhere? (Optional): I have roleplayed on several minecraft servers as well as forums.


    Character Information:


    Name: Levin Finn


    Age: 24


    Race: Human


    Physical description: Levin is a rather short man, standing at around 5'4 and naturally has an incredibly weak build to him. Both vertically and horizontally he tends to pale in comparison to other's his age, often giving him a 'short man' complex. He has rather long, raven like hair that reaches down into a pony tail that he keeps together with a hair band. His eyes are cloud grey but are quite milky, filled with aspects of darker whites and lighter blacks. For clothing her wears assassin like clothing, including a tightly sewn together jacket, black leggings and an assortment of belts because apparently that's what people think looks bad ass on a skin. He also slings a jet black cape, reaching just below his waist and is often waving in the wind due to it's light fabric. Despite his rather edgy appearance, he has an unusually sly and almost 'over joyous' smile to him, one that never really fades.


    Biography: Levin was prematurely born to two parents who owned a small convoy business in the Crownlands. With no relatives to look after Levin, he was often brought along when both parents had to go. It was always rather peaceful. As a baby Levin never cried and his parents had put him in a very calm state of mind. However, like all happy stories, it had to come to an end. When Levin was just short of the age of two both him and his parents were attacked by a small group of starved thieves. Though their intention was never to kill anyone, their sudden appearance armed with a blade had spooked the horses leading the carriage enough to sway the family into the ditch.


    His Mother and Father had both received fatal injuries- his Mom dying from a snapped neck and his father collapsing on of the blades they were delivering. Luckily, Levin never had to see his parents lifeless eyes as he was knocked unconscious. The thieves, feeling guilty for what they have caused opted to not steal from the deceased parents and took pity on the young Levin. Because they couldn't afford to care for him themselves they took him to a nearby orphanage, headed by a priest.


    He was quieter than most of the kids, oblivious to what exactly happened to his parents. Though, he never did cry, he just wasn't really familiar with the feeling of sadness and was thus unable to properly exhibit it. The priest, an older man about in his forties was aware of the boy's situation and always questioned why he never frowned or complained like another child would over a simple toy. Perplexed or not the priest did all he could to raise Levin like his own son and for a while it detoured the naive boy's mind from his parents demise; as a matter of fact Levin had lost all memory of his parents, the one he remembered as 'father' being the priest.


    Life went well for Levin, he had made many precious friends in the orphanage, often teased by the young girls and admired by the boys. He was the fastest in all of the orphanage, perhaps even the strongest out of all the scrawny, underfed children. Many looked up to him and this of course led him to being adopted- not by someone typical, but someone assertive and serious. The priest was reluctant, but the parent who wanted to adopt Levin was a lone wolf mercenary who was about to leave his prime. Strapped in food and funds, the priest allowed Levin to go and the young boy was about to receive his third set of parents. The mercenary wasn't abusive and was even loving in his own special way. Some would argue he was a good father to Levin, feeding him properly and even training him in the art of battle. Though, it was the job his new father worked that made life so danger. Levin was like a squire to a knight, assisting all he could, but mostly standing by while his father got his job done. His father was renown and was often busy constantly, dragging Levin along for valuable experience. Many called upon his name, mostly the wealthy, as the Silver Wolf. Named so for his hefty prices and lone style of fighting.


    By the age of sixteen his father had begun to retire, leaving his reputation and title as the Silver Wolf up to Levin. Unlike his father, who was a legend amongst the land; years of malnutrition had left Levin much weaker than his broad Father. It was at this time Levin had also started his addiction to gambling and women. The blood rushing adrenaline, the horrid feeling after losing food to money; it was all a fun game to him. Of course he still did his job, opting to do small jobs like escorts and even quieter things like spy work and sabotage. Levin was descent at his job, not the best, but in his mind competent enough to warrant a new nickname: the Coin Fox. Confident in himself, his nickname reflects his gambling debt and sly approach at things.


    As time went on, his gambling debt had begun to stack up, forcing him to run away. With no place really in mind, he snagged a couple of rides on a couple of kind caravans before he finally wound up in Enris; where he hopes not to screw up again...


    What is your character’s main goal?: MONEY, MONEY, MONEY! Oh and to start a new gambling debt, oh yeah!


    Strengths: Quiet on his feet, Smart and decisive, Creative, Calculated, Flattering, Quick, Great hand and feet dexterity.


    Weaknesses: Sly, Suspicious, Unlucky, Weak Physically, Bored easily, Impatient at times, Careless, Self obsessed, alcoholic, addictive personality.


    What is your character's personality?: Levin, though once reserved and quiet, is now a gambling slob who loves to have fun. He has an aroma of arrogance to him and tends to think of himself too highly to the point where he is completely narcissistic. Compared to most, he is incredibly sly and some could say he is flirty or just a hopeless romantic. He is the king of empty flattery. However, despite his clear flaws he has a rather firm heart, filled with morals. He refuses to harm children and has made it a rule to never attack a priest, no matter how corrupt or sadistic. Despite his job, it is clear he dislikes violence and prefers to stay in the shadows to do spy work. That being said, if he needs to get down and bloody, he's going to get down and bloody.


    Bonus Language: Savage


    Character Traits:

    Thick Skin II

    Sneaky III

    Simple Weapons Proficiency

    Keen Hearing

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    posted a message on From The Ashes Chapter 1: In the Footsteps of Thaer -|- Serious Roleplay -|- Custom Coded -|- Experienced Staff -|- Active -|-

    Valice Lucifer


    Age:

    24


    Race:

    Drow


    Physical description:


    Valice is a rather tall Drow, standing at around 5'7. Unlike most of his brethren he is more athletically built rather than stocky and slow. He has pointy, stylized black hair that reaches over his right eye just slightly. For facial features he has a rather pointed chin with deep olive eyes and long spiky ears that poke up just over his hat. His skin is a dark grey colour with a couple of white marks located on his upper body. He often has a wry protruding smile that peeks up just above his cloak, giving him an oddly innocent look to him. As for clothing, he wears rather concealing wear including a long opened green cloak that reaches just above his face, concealing everything below his nose. On top of his head he he has a slanted back mage hat and though not seen, the hat covers a deep scar on his forehead effectively.


    Screen capture of your skin:

    http://imgur.com/URzGVEn


    Biography:


    Valice wasn't always the way he was, as a matter of fact it was not so long ago since he was last normal. He had a kind heart, unusual for a drow, a warm smile and longing eyes that were always looking forward. People had a hard time hating him despite his race. However, we should probably start from the beginning.


    Valice was born and raised in the Ziggurats, raised by two neglective parents. From a young age he showed differences from the rest of his race, often opposing the blood rituals quietly and often telling himself to leave the next chance he had. Though no one found out his deep secrets, he was often alienated for his unusual personality and morale standards. At the age of 17 Valice escaped to the world above, doing his best to look not of the monster he was, wearing appealing clothing and any jewellery and accessories that would make him more approachable. Having an obsession with the supernatural, he became incredibly superstitious, working his life as an enigmatic fortune teller. Though many people feared him, his warm personality and ability to be kind hearted won over many people. As time went on the more he settled in, meeting a young human girl who had fallen in love with him. Valice was a joyous man, always smiling and cracking jokes, though he was almost forced to live a secluded life, his girlfriend, whom he stayed with was more than enough company. When not at home, however, he was often bargaining in the market, trying to rip off store owners constantly.


    Everything was going well until one night, when Valice was going for a walk he was attacked. Forced to run away, he slipped and tumbled down a hill, thwarting his assailants, but losing something else in the process. His memory. Found by an older woman, he was nursed back to health, but the twenty two year old could recall nothing except for a few obscurities. Though, the fall had effected his personality, transforming him into a new man. No longer was he kind and composed, that was replaced with an eccentric and absent minded personality that liked to cause trouble and crack jokes. The woman he loved never saw him again and deep down, that depressed Valice, though he could never pin-point the exact reason. Conflicted with his identity, he dawned concealing clothing and returned to his work as a mysterious fortune teller, but doing merchant business on the side.


    What is your character’s main goal?:


    Valice wants to find out who he truly is and what his purpose on the planet is. Though he has an immature personality, he is adamant in seeing his goal through.


    Strengths and Weaknesses:


    + Optimistic


    + Good hand dexterity


    + Adamant


    + Good with money


    + Bargainer


    + Good at management


    - Eccentric


    - Forgetful


    - Confused


    - Bit of an ass


    - Physically weak


    - Absent minded


    What is your character's personality?:


    Valice is best described as extremely warped. He loves a good joke and enjoys playing tricks on unsuspecting people. Though he doesn't seem like the brightest, Valice is rather smart and crafty in the way he does things. He's eccentric and incredibly superstitious and obsessed with supernatural things. While he can sometimes act like a jerk, there's still a part of him that is kind and considerate, even if it may come out rarely. Valice is also incredibly cheap and obsessed with gold and money. He tends to be quite greedy and tries to get the most out of everything.


    Bonus Language:

    Savage


    Character Traits (up to 7 points worth):


    Supreme Auctioneer- 2 (Acquired a skill in bargaining when he had little money to work with)


    Merchant- 2 (Is oddly good and creative at managing things)


    Voice Impressions- 1 (Likes to patronize people...)


    Savings ll- 2 (After ripping so many people off, he has saved up quite a bit of money)




    IGN: DietCocaineZero


    Do you wish to join our community Skype chat? If so, what is your Skype username? (This is optional): Nah


    Have you read and agreed to both the rules and the lore of the server?: Yes and yes!


    What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Forcing roleplay onto someone else without allowing them to react.


    What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Using OOC information and using it IC.


    What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Entering another character's shoes and acting their role accordingly.


    Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one...?


    When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: With consent


    When are you allowed to speak out of character?: Any time, just use double parenthesise or use the OOC chat.


    Do you have any previous RP experience, Minecraft or elsewhere? (Optional): I have roleplayed on several minecraft servers as well as forums.

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    posted a message on [RP Heavy][Limited] - Family of Zellark - [LOTW]

    You do notice that the family prides equality? The woman are treated the same as the men and no one is forced to do anything, they were simply taught certain skills more than others. If you're afraid of female weakness, then why is the Mother of the family a mercenary? That's especially out of the norm for that age. Also, why aren't you angry that the boys are also influenced into their positions as well?


    Another example is Farina practically forced Murdock to marry her, against his conscious will even. In the end, it all balances out. :P


    Girls and boys are treated no different from each other and woman are forbidden from just being the mother’s of the house, they are expected to adopt a skill and proceed valiantly in it.


    (Quote from the post)


    As is, if the person taking the spot wants to alter the character, we will allow that. (depending on the edit of course.


    Also, to anyone who is interested, feel free to message me as well if you have any questions! I'd love to answer them and we need many more people. It will be a blast for sure if we could get the required lot of people. Likewise, you may add me on skype: OverlyIntricateLove, if you want to use that method of PMing me.

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    posted a message on ~ LORDS OF THE WEST ~ •Roleplay - •Lore - •Medieval - •APPLY NOW

    Hey, this looks interesting, I just wanted to ask something.

    Would we be able to create our own noble houses on the Enjin forums?

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    posted a message on Realm of Arion (1.8) ⇛ •Roleplay ⇛ •Medieval ⇛ •Lore ⇛ •Fantasy ⇛ •APPLY NOW! WE ARE NOW OPEN!!

    Thanks! I edited it together myself. :3


    If you want to know the portraits I used to create her; they are from a game called Fire Emblem (GBA).

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    posted a message on Realm of Arion (1.8) ⇛ •Roleplay ⇛ •Medieval ⇛ •Lore ⇛ •Fantasy ⇛ •APPLY NOW! WE ARE NOW OPEN!!

    Out-Of-Character Information:

    Minecraft Account Name: dietcocaine96


    Skype: OverlyIntricateLove


    How old are you?: 16


    Do you have any previous experience in roleplaying?: Plenty, I've been on forums and multiple other Minecraft servers.


    If someone referenced you, please tell us: Chrosmatic.


    Have you read all the lore/rules (be honest)?: Lol, no.

    Okay, now I have; thanks for the reminder.


    Definitions:

    Define role-playing: Playing a role. (Okay, okay)

    Jumping into a another's shoes and playing them as if you were them yourself. Communicating with others, or expressing the character through dialogue or actions.


    Define meta-gaming: Using OOC information in an IC situation.


    Define power-gaming: Doing things that are impossible due to the limits of your character. An example of this would be flying without wings, or walking on water while not being Jesus.


    This gives restraints to characters so that they may have suitable limits.



    IC (In Character) Information:


    Character's Name: Valerie Mallaca


    Age: 17


    Biography:

    Lightning crashed over the house as the rain caressed it with its wet grasp. Pathetic fallacy worked to create the perfect atmosphere for the birth of Valerie Mallaca; known as the crude witch, but she always preferred: "The Neighbourhood Friendly Botanist."


    From the day she was born, her parents knew she would be trouble. Born with the flaming red eyes of her crazed grandfather, who went mad on his own drugs, she was almost destined to be trouble. Her parents did all they could to help her grow up normal, but something in her blood caused her to act... Differently. For instance, she didn't play with dolls like the other girls, she played with the corpses of birds she would pluck from the nest. No matter what her parents did, they couldn't control her, so in a desperate attempt to have her grow up with some hope, they sent her to her Grandfather, who was a famous botanist, a man that infamously went mad.


    Many people say two wrongs don't make a right, but they forget that in mathematics two negatives multiplied together make a positive; and this was the very case here. Their psychotic personalities perfectly contrasted each other and her grandfather agreed to allow her to inherit his skills. She was almost a prodigy, creating many perfect poisons and medicines with the plants that grew in her Grandfather's field, just north of Atheros. Her grandfather settled down, knowing his granddaughter Valerie would do a suffice job in his place after 5 years of teaching. At this point Valerie was about 15 years old. She saved lives, ended others; made some smile, others frown. Valerie was never a great person, but she wasn't a bad one either. Valerie had a much finer reputation than her Grandfather had, but she was still young, with much time to foil it. She was also a nurse people could turn to because of her medical knowledge; but she was not ideal. However she was regarded as a very strange person, in her personality and in the way she accomplished her works. Sometimes she'd challenge herself by cutting the ends of her fingers and letting the pollens and chemicals from the plants sink into her skin while she worked, making her very loopy in the process.


    She certainly wasn't normal and she like herself that way, with little care of what other people thought of her.


    Character Ambitions:

    Valerie isn't a really ambitious person, she just wants to live her life and have a good time experiencing it. Though she does have dreams of becoming an even more renown botanist like her grandfather.


    Personality:

    Like mentioned before, Valerie is a very strange person. She is quite sadistic and loves to see people suffer, though she will never do anything to permanately traumatize them, just to embarrass or make a fool of them. Her use of words can be quite vague, but also very witty at the same time. Valerie is always smiling and always has an expression of glee either in her voice or appearance. She's very flamboyant and enjoys herself, though she can have a hard time making friends, or close acquaintances. While she acts flirty, she is also secretly afraid of intimacy. She lacks common sense.


    Oh yeah, she's a masochist. She loves inflicted pain from another. So torturing her might be a turn-on. ._.


    Appearance:

    Valerie, like seen on the picture above, is a very sadistic, yet intelligent seeming person. She wears her hair in a long pony-tail of purple, like her red eyes, she also inherited the purple hair from her grandfather. She has young constitution and very slim shoulders with medium sized breasts. Her skin colour is quite tan, from the days in the sun and aside from a couple of scratches and bruises, her skin is flawless. As for her apparel, it is very simple, tribal like clothing; made out of simple, yet comfortable silk. It is a yellow dress that reaches just beneath her legs, from there she wears blue tights that act as socks. Hanging down from her right eye is a monocle. She'd wear glasses, but her left eye is in perfect condition; reasoning for her right eyes flaws are likely due to the plants she deals with.


    Skills:

    Like mentioned before: she is a very adept botanist. She works well with plants and can make medicines and poisons with them very effectively. Most of her hours are spent near plant-life so she can recall them all by name and add addtional facts. However she also has very strong understanding of anatomy and medical practises. That being said, she is not the doctor you usually want; not because she is bad doctor or will make it worse, it's just that she resorts to the most gruesome and painful methods. Other things she is good at includes: Mathematics, Reading, Alchemy and Sewing.


    Anything else you'd like to mention about your character?:

    1. She has a very thick British accent.
    2. She has a very strong aroma of flowers.

    1. You are walking in the street, and notice a man with a hood sheathe a bloody sword. Someone is shouting "MURDER!". What do you do?


    Screaming and crying could be heard around the scene of the old man's death. Blood seeped from his opened ribcage and Valerie could feel a buzz form in her stomach and adrenaline course through her heart. She loved the sight of a murder... it made her so happy for some reason. The murderer had dashed off into the alley and while most people would dub following him a bad idea, Valerie lacked that common sense. Like a love-ridden school girl she followed her little 'boyfriend' whom she found in a corner.


    "Hey there cutie!" She squealed.


    The man just turned around, terrified by the sight of her. He anxiously threw one of his knives at her missing; though Valerie had her eyes closed at the time. He backed up slightly, beginning to hyperventilate.


    "St-stay away wench!"


    Valerie's eyes opened. "Ohohoho! Wench, so we're playing that game eh?" She pondered for a moment. "Alright! You'll be the big mean master and I'll be the innocent little maid, we'll roleplay!"


    "Wh-what! Didn't you just see, I murdered a man in cold blood. Are you daft or are you blind?"


    Valerie licked her fingers lightly and gave him a crooked smile. "No... It's not that. I just find murderers really, really sexy."


    "I'm sorry what? Wh-who are you! Get away from me freak!" He screamed, sprinting towards the guards that had cornered them. He ran right into them, crying from his encounter with Valerie. The guards looked dumbfounded as they apprehended the yelping killer. Two of them went away, leaving the third one to Valerie, who looked reluctant.


    "Uhh. Good acting Miss, we guards really appreci-"


    "OHOHOHOH! Have I said that my other fetish is guards?"


    "Please don't!" The guard yelped, dropping a pouch of gold.


    "N'awww, how boring!"


    2. A friendly road traveler is struggling to carry his goods, and the town his close enough for you to help him within the timeframe of 30 minutes. What do you do?


    The young man waved from side-to-side, carrying a surplus of tomes. Sweat poured from his brow and his breathing was uneasy, he was so close to being done but alas, he was also on the verge of dropping the load. The cart's rocking was causing him to go mad, he wanted nothing more than to be done this job, but he also felt dehydration get on the verge of him. For hours he had not seen another person, but there one was, a medium sized woman, about 5'6 walking with a basket of plants. His eyes lit up and he smiled at the lady passing him.


    "Please, my good lady, give me a hand!" The young man called out, his arms wobbling as he continued to pull the cart. The lady, who is our heroin, Valerie, stopped and turned direction to respond.


    "Me? Hmmm." She said peering closer at the boy and raising a lecherous smile. "OHOHOHO! You know what, you're kind of cute! 'f course I'll help." Valerie exclaimed hopping onto the cart, humming a soft tune whilst rocking her head. The boy looked confused as all hell as he continued to pull the cart, with MUCH more trouble.


    "I mean like... Come up here and take this other plank! Not make it harder!" The young man called back.


    "But they say a woman's smile and voice is the remedy for tired bones! Now go on horsey, I want to go to the village; keep going and I'll keep singing." Valerie had obvious ignored his last comment.


    The boy had no words. It was no longer tears from the forehead, but also from the eyes from the thought of dying here and now. But he needed to get these books to the library quick, or else he would have no money for weeks! On the flip side, Valerie's singing cut out the rocking, but caused him to go evermore insane. It went on for 30 minutes until her little song was officially burnt into his mind. Finally, his turmoil was over, he was right in front of the library. Tired, he fell to his knees, too weak to get up. That's when Valerie spoke up again.


    "Hey! Wait! Are these books about plants?" She cried out in glee, picking one up and reading the cover. "Roses by Alfred Holland! Oh. My. God. I've wanted this one forever!" She finished, picking the up the cart with the utmost ease. But before she went she turned to the young man.


    "Oh and this is for you, my brave worker!" Walking over to the tired man, she laid a kiss on his cheek. Little did she knew he was numb everywhere.

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    posted a message on MIRAI ][ FANTASY ROLEPLAY ][ CLOSED!
    @Krisatria
    I like your avatar. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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    posted a message on MIRAI ][ FANTASY ROLEPLAY ][ CLOSED!
    Lilina Vessalius (Relative)
    Description: The illegitimate child of Lewyn. Is overly happy, rarely ever frowning. She is very naive and always very oblivious to what is going on. Even for a child she is innocent, but that often works to her favour sometimes. Lilina enjoys to make people smile and is an expert dancer.
    Biography: Born in the slums in a town of Cromji, Lilina's life was lonely and painful. Her mother, who was a dancer, struggled to pay the bills and eventually had to resort to stealing to feed herself and Lilina. Her mother never spoke much of her father, just that they met one time in a bar and performed together. The story always made her mother giggle, though Lilina could tell it was a decision she regretted and that the giggles were another form of tears.
    Eventually her mother was jailed and she was escorted to live with her father. Despite his lack of prescence during her time with her mother, she loved her father very much. Compared to most people he was a sucker, spoiling her even when she didn't want to be. Her father soon left, returning to Weyrest to create a home for them there. While he was gone he was left with her father's friend, Cleome.
    Age: 11
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    posted a message on MIRAI ][ FANTASY ROLEPLAY ][ CLOSED!
    I think it's a safe assumption to say this server has died?
    It's either that or I check at all the exact wrong times. : P

    I'll put this out here in case anyone is interested. It may not be a good idea to make your character until an admin either confirms, or denies my suspicion.
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    posted a message on MIRAI ][ FANTASY ROLEPLAY ][ CLOSED!
    REVISION

    IGN: dietcocaine96


    How did you find us?: A bird came and whispered it into my ear (*cough* Chrosmatic *cough*)



    Why do you want to join?: Well I've been roleplaying for about a two years now, mostly on a forum however. Though I want to get back into my minecraft days, or atleast revisit them for nostalgias sake and this looked like a quaint lil' roleplay server so I decided:
    "Hey, why not?"
    What role-play experience do you have: As just stated I have roleplayed for about two years on a forum and I do realize it is much different and to that I say: I have been on minecraft roleplay servers before too. :3




    Define Meta-gaming: Using information not known to the character in an in character scenario. OOC metagaming is similar, just it is setting up rendevous points and strategies through the Out Of Character chat and not with actual characters.

    This is to keep the roleplay more immersive and make more more sense.



    Define Power-gaming: Committing actions that are not yours to take. An example would be moving another one's character without their permission or punching them in the face and sending them back, without their chance to block.

    We do not do this because it disturbs the roleplay and can make things go absolutely nowhere and makes it feel as if only one person is playing.




    Define Role-playing: Playing a role. (Okay, okay)

    Jumping into a another's shoes and playing them as if you were them yourself. Communicating with others, or expressing the character through dialogue or actions.

    Define God-modding: Doing things that are impossible due to the limits of your character. (Merciful Qin) An example of this would be flying without wings, or walking on water while not being Jesus.

    This gives restraints to characters so that they may have suitable limits.







    IC:

    Lewyn Vessalius
    "The man with the wind's desire..."




    Age: 23



    Gender: Male


    Race: Cromjin (Run away)


    Character description (Use picture as minor reference):
    Unlike most people of his race, Lewyn boasts long and illuminate long green hair. However, like most would suggest it is the work of severe dying and hair product dosage. If one looks deep into his scalp it can easily be seen that his hair was once a black colour. While his hair looks completely natural to the outside eye, it has a fake feeling to it that can easily give it away. Other than that, he wears a ragged scarf in his locks and any accessory he thinks might please the ladies.

    As for his body he is a rather medium sized fellow at about six feet and has a habit of wearing poor and cheap looking clothing, despite his wealth. The only thing that would look slightly expensive is the earrings he keeps in both his ears, that look to be pure diamond. Whether they are real or not, we'll never know. He always seems to say yes, but he can be a bit of a compulsive liar at times...

    Other than that Lewyn has sea green eyes and always be seen carrying around a harp (or nothing if there are too many bards).


    Character personality:
    Lewyn is a laid back, flirtatious bard (or dancer) who never seems to frown. Always he has a grin to his face, looking to make people smile and ladies blush. He's always had a soft spot for the females, always cutting them deals, doing whatever they want. He can be summed up as kind of a sucker (especially if they're pretty) however he can be quite trustworthy and will do what needs to be done given the time. He's relaxed and you can tell him anything and he'll do his best to give his two senses on it, even if his opinion may be asinine at times. He's also a bit silly and can kind of be arrogant at times. Despite his air headed appearance though, he's actually quite bright.. studious at the very least.

    He's always had a curiosity in magic, even though it was taboo and has studied it any time he's had the chance. Because of this he was quite knowledgeable on the topic and seeks to start learning it while he makes money doing his bard/dancing get up at a local inn. However right now he's travelling, looking for a place to crash.

    He despises his race's government and will do anything to look apart from it.


    Your character is sitting at a bar in a crowded inn. A bard strums his lute in the corner, while the rest of the inn drinks and sings along. Suddenly, the barkeep yells at you, claiming that you need to pay for your drink still. You have already paid in full for your drink. How do you proceed?:
    A smile grew on Lewyn's face as the bar tender approaches him, a bill in hand. Normally he would be complaining but the bar tender was the cuttttest girl he had ever laid eyes on. Her black hair hung perfectly off her back, her cheeks rosy red and her face absolutely charming. Lewyn couldn't help but nod in response to her angry approach, getting out his wallet, preparing to pay the bill despite the fact he had already paid it.

    "How much was it? 500, 2000, 1000000?" Lewyn blurted out without a seconds thought.

    The bar tender's look grew confused and she handed down the piece a paper and crossed her arms. "I just came to return your receipt, you stormed off with a smile on your face before I could give it to you. Stop blabbering random numbers..." The lady responded.

    Lewyn grabbed the piece of paper with all the prices written on it in perfect handwriting and gave her a chip smile. "Ah, ha ha. I see, ah well if your ever in town-"

    "I'm always in town." The lady interrupted.

    "Ahaha, perfect. Well I was just going to say if you wanted to... you know, hangout? I assure you, it'll be a time you'll never forget!" Lewyn said in his most charming voice.

    "Forget it snake-eyes, I've got a husband already! Now please, get out. You've been here for 5 hours!"

    At that exact moment Lewyn felt his complexion go pale and his skin go numb as he reluctantly nodded. The walk of shame out the bar was the biggest pride killer he had ever faced. Ever step brought another drunk laughter his way, and a little bit more confidence shattered...


    Your character sits in a tree at night, staring at the skies and thinking to yourself. You look down to the street below, and you see a woman being mugged at knifepoint in the middle of the street! What do you do?:
    Lewyn sat to himself against a tree, crying his eyes out from the whole bar scene. Contemplating whether he should just hang himself on this tree. But just before he could commit he saw a young lass getting mugged by a big gruff man. Instinctively he ran over to the scene with his hero's pose and stopped the man before he could make away with the object in hand.

    "Stop there friend. No hard feelings, but I gotta stop you. I just can't have you ruining the lives of every day women. Now drop that purse and make it easy for yourself." Lewyn called out, trying to cover up his over-righteous attitude.

    The man grit his teeth for a moment and decided to throw Lewyn the bag and dash off. Apparently Lewyn's muscles looked huge in the dark. As the bag hit his hand he opened it to see the goods, but all he saw was a stuffed bunny. He turned around, to see that the girl was only seven years old... It was at this moment Lewyn cursed his faulty night vision, he could've swore the girl was older!

    "Thank you mister! Can you walk me home too, I'll let you hold my bunny if you do~!" The girl thanked and hugged Lewyn's legs.

    "Alrighty, I mean I guess it's the least I could do. For such a cute... little girl." He replied, astounded by her cuteness as she handed him her bunny rabbit to hold on their walk.

    It was clear Lewyn was not getting lucky today, but atleast he helped someone...


    Character biography:
    Lewyn was born to a wealthy in the capital Cromjin where he was a well treated child to two beautiful parents. His father worked for the government while his mother worked as a librarian, she was also the lady who inspired his personality. His life was peaceful and he never felt lonely with the embrace of his Mother and he could easily say he was a happy boy. He'd attend school, learn, and hear the constant bashing against magic. At first, when he was just a kid he hated it too, like everyone else in his society. He never knew better, even when he threw a stone at a washed up mage he and a couple of villagers found. However as he grew up the prejudice he once had began to diminish like the sun before the moon. This was because when he was looking through his mother's books he discovered one of magic, but before punishing his mother he decided to open it, to find it wasn't what he had thought it was. For once he was significantly intrigued and yearned for more, for once he was not contempt for something he had, he wanted more knowledge.

    His mother soon found out about this and was ecstatic. She would tell him stories of her mage ancestry and their practises. How they were mages who managed to marry into a Cromjin family and remain unnoticed. It also appeared that such knowledge had remained purposely covered up until his mother found the records. Together for the next couple of years they studied together, planning on escaping the city, even if that meant leaving his father. Anything to learn more.

    During most of his life, Lewyn's father was a rather abscent figure, who only appeared during holidays, but he couldn't think of anything negative to say about him. However, nothing positive came to mind either. He was just there, providing, he never paid attention to Lewyn, despite his excelling nature in the arts of music. No matter how hard he tried, Lewyn could never get a smile from his lips. This may have been the thing that motivated him to be such a great musician and possibly his preference to women. However because of his father's absent nature he agreed to leave him for the greater knowledge, it was likely he wouldn't even care. That'd mean more time for himself.

    Harp in hand, he and his mother travelled outside the capital of Cromjin and to great peaks of knowledge... Or atleast that's how they wanted it to go. As coincidence would have it, Lewyn's father would return to his house that day and found a book about magic, sprawled out on the ground. Because of his strong Cromjin blood, he disregarded the fact that they were family and sent guards to apprehend them. Unluckily they were caught, well his mother was, he was able to escape.

    What happened to his mother that day, he'll never be able to find out. He now dawns the bard disguise and makes sure to look apart from his race, on the run for knowledge... and for his life.
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    posted a message on MIRAI ][ FANTASY ROLEPLAY ][ CLOSED!
    (Sorry for the hideous IC section. I swear it's this form >.>)
    IGN: dietcocaine96

    How did you find us?: A bird came and whispered it into my ear (*cough* Chrosmatic *cough*)



    Why do you want to join?: Well I've been roleplaying for about a two years now, mostly on a forum however. Though I want to get back into my minecraft days, or atleast revisit them for nostalgias sake and this looked like a quaint lil' roleplay server so I decided:
    "Hey, why not?"
    What role-play experience do you have: As just stated I have roleplayed for about two years on a forum and I do realize it is much different and to that I say: I have been on minecraft roleplay servers before too. :3




    Define Meta-gaming: Using information not known to the character in an in character scenario. OOC metagaming is similar, just it is setting up rendevous points and strategies through the Out Of Character chat and not with actual characters.
    This is to keep the roleplay more immersive and make more more sense.



    Define Power-gaming: Doing things that are impossible due to the limits of your character. An example of this would be flying without wings, or walking on water while not being Jesus.
    This gives restraints to characters so that they may have suitable limits.



    Define Role-playing: Playing a role. (Okay, okay)
    Jumping into a another's shoes and playing them as if you were them yourself. Communicating with others, or expressing the character through dialogue or actions.
    Define God-modding: Committing actions that are not yours to take. An example would be moving another one's character without their permission or punching them in the face and sending them back, without their chance to block.
    We do not do this because it disturbs the roleplay and can make things go absolutely nowhere and makes it feel as if only one person is playing.



    IC:
    Lewyn Vessalius
    "The man with the wind's desire..."


    Age: 29

    Gender: Male
    Race: Cromjin (Run away)
    Character description (Use picture as minor reference):
    Unlike most people of his race, Lewyn boasts long and illuminate long green hair. However, like most would suggest it is the work of severe dying and hair product dosage. If one looks deep into his scalp it can easily be seen that his hair was once a black colour. While his hair looks completely natural to the outside eye, it has a fake feeling to it that can easily give it away. Other than that, he wears a ragged scarf in his locks and any accessory he thinks might please the ladies.
    As for his body he is a rather medium sized fellow at about six feet and has a habit of wearing poor and cheap looking clothing, despite his wealth. The only thing that would look slightly expensive is the earrings he keeps in both his ears, that look to be pure diamond. Whether they are real or not, we'll never know. He always seems to say yes, but he can be a bit of a compulsive liar at times...
    Other than that Lewyn has sea green eyes and always be seen carrying around a harp (or nothing if there are too many bards).
    Character personality:
    Lewyn is a laid back, flirtatious bard (or dancer) who never seems to frown. Always he has a grin to his face, looking to make people smile and ladies blush. He's always had a soft spot for the females, always cutting them deals, doing whatever they want. He can be summed up as kind of a sucker (especially if they're pretty) however he can be quite trustworthy and will do what needs to be done given the time. He's relaxed and you can tell him anything and he'll do his best to give his two senses on it, even if his opinion may be asinine at times. He's also a bit silly and can kind of be arrogant at times. Despite his air headed appearance though, he's actually quite bright.. studious at the very least.
    He's always had a curiosity in magic, even though it was taboo and has studied it any time he's had the chance. Because of this he was quite knowledgeable on the topic and seeks to start learning it while he makes money doing his bard/dancing get up at a local inn. However right now he's travelling, looking for a place to crash.
    He despises his race's government and will do anything to look apart from it.
    Your character is sitting at a bar in a crowded inn. A bard strums his lute in the corner, while the rest of the inn drinks and sings along. Suddenly, the barkeep yells at you, claiming that you need to pay for your drink still. You have already paid in full for your drink. How do you proceed?:
    A smile grew on Lewyn's face as the bar tender approaches him, a bill in hand. Normally he would be complaining but the bar tender was the cuttttest girl he had ever laid eyes on. Her black hair hung perfectly off her back, her cheeks rosy red and her face absolutely charming. Lewyn couldn't help but nod in response to her angry approach, getting out his wallet, preparing to pay the bill despite the fact he had already paid it.
    "How much was it? 500, 2000, 1000000?" Lewyn blurted out without a seconds thought.
    The bar tender's look grew confused and she handed down the piece a paper and crossed her arms. "I just came to return your receipt, you stormed off with a smile on your face before I could give it to you. Stop blabbering random numbers..." The lady responded.
    Lewyn grabbed the piece of paper with all the prices written on it in perfect handwriting and gave her a chip smile. "Ah, ha ha. I see, ah well if your ever in town-"
    "I'm always in town." The lady interrupted.
    "Ahaha, perfect. Well I was just going to say if you wanted to... you know, hangout? I assure you, it'll be a time you'll never forget!" Lewyn said in his most charming voice.
    "Forget it snake-eyes, I've got a husband already! Now please, get out. You've been here for 5 hours!"
    At that exact moment Lewyn felt his complexion go pale and his skin go numb as he reluctantly nodded. The walk of shame out the bar was the biggest pride killer he had ever faced. Ever step brought another drunk laughter his way, and a little bit more confidence shattered...
    Your character sits in a tree at night, staring at the skies and thinking to yourself. You look down to the street below, and you see a woman being mugged at knifepoint in the middle of the street! What do you do?:
    Lewyn sat to himself against a tree, crying his eyes out from the whole bar scene. Contemplating whether he should just hang himself on this tree. But just before he could commit he saw a young lass getting mugged by a big gruff man. Instinctively he ran over to the scene with his hero's pose and stopped the man before he could make away with the object in hand.
    "Stop there friend. No hard feelings, but I gotta stop you. I just can't have you ruining the lives of every day women. Now drop that purse and make it easy for yourself." Lewyn called out, trying to cover up his over-righteous attitude.
    The man grit his teeth for a moment and decided to throw Lewyn the bag and dash off. Apparently Lewyn's muscles looked huge in the dark. As the bag hit his hand he opened it to see the goods, but all he saw was a stuffed bunny. He turned around, to see that the girl was only seven years old... It was at this moment Lewyn cursed his faulty night vision, he could've swore the girl was older!
    "Thank you mister! Can you walk me home too, I'll let you hold my bunny if you do~!" The girl thanked and hugged Lewyn's legs.
    "Alrighty, I mean I guess it's the least I could do. For such a cute... little girl." He replied, astounded by her cuteness as she handed him her bunny rabbit to hold on their walk.
    It was clear Lewyn was not getting lucky today, but atleast he helped someone...
    Character biography:
    Lewyn was born to a wealthy in the capital Cromjin where he was a well treated child to two beautiful parents. He was always respected there and always followed the codes set by society, but deep down, his father hid his hatred for the race. Secretly his father was a far desdent of a famous mage and took much pride in it, but felt terrible because he had to cover it up to keep himself safe. However he kept books in a secret stash, that one day, Lewyn got into and also got hooked on the idea. Together he and his father studied, speaking of the day they would sneak outside the city and out to a teacher who could show them the ropes of magic.
    Their day was upon them, but when Lewyn returned home he saw his father being taking away by government officials to be imprisoned. Of course this did not stop Lewyn, for his father... and for him he would discover the truth to magic. Since he had an aptitude for instruments he took his harp and ran off to be a travelling bard to hopefully make a living.
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    posted a message on [1.7.5][Vanilla][whitelist][survival] Goose Hunting 1.7
    Application


    Age: 15
    Geographic Location: Canada
    Minecraft Ign: dietcocaine96
    Do you have skype?: Yes, Steeviex1 (add me ladies :))
    How long you have been playing: 2 years now
    Are you willing to contribute to community projects?: Sure, I am always happy to help out! :D

    Tell us about you;


    Fondest Memory in MC: Killing my first creeper on peaceful.
    What do you like about being apart of a server?: I like to have fun with people I enjoy being around!
    What do you like doing on a server?: Fooling around, building stuff, talking with people.
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    posted a message on |Averian RolePlay|HardCore Roleplay|Fantasy|Rolling|
    Editing my application,
    dietcocaine96
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    posted a message on ◄【ECHOES OF THE ANCIENTS】► ~|SERIOUS ROLEPLAY »~» DYNAMC WORLD »~» REWARDING EXPLORATION »~» PLAYER-INFLUENCED PLOT »~» CUSTOM M
    Oh that's what you mean't. I thought the scenarios were just to check to see how the character would react in some situations, so I didn't play it like a roleplay rather a short story like thing. Edited.
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