-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.
Gilbert (Gil) Kowalski
Aspiring Alchemist (/chemist)
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.
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.
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.
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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 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.