Minecraft IGN: Onsley
Prior Roleplay Experience: Not the most experienced, I typically rp on a Warriors server.
Define Power-gaming in your own words:
Having your character able to do things without training or prior experience.
Define Meta-gaming in your own words:
Using knowledge your character wouldn't know.
Define Role-Playing in your own words:
Acting as a character, typically using it as an opportunity to escape from reality mainly.
Character name: David
David was born with the name Josiah. He is a brown haired blue eyed young adult, his height being 5'5". His skin tone is Caucasian, and he's got a scar running over his right eye. He's typically seen with his trusty crossbow on his back, it's name being Tryllium.
Character Occupation: (Optional)
(For us to understand your characters starting skill set, your character still will need to contact the Kingdom to purchase any property)
He's a mercenary for hire, typically using his crossbow Tryllium for most jobs, until it broke in Year 93.
(At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.)
David has been known to jump to conclusions, and doesn't trust very easily/quickly after his closest friend abandoned him, leaving for the guard, giving him a disdain towards them. He's usually withdrawn, speaking when it's necessary.
Year 88 - Age: 14
Josiah's best friend, Harris, abandoned him, leaving their family for good. Harris was unfortunately caught by an Orc who was incredibly racist towards humans, slaughtering him on the spot. Before Harris had left, he had given David a crossbow, which would eventually be named Tryllium. David became a loner after Harris had left, never truly getting over the loss of his best friend.
Year 90 - Age: 16
Josiah had left his parents, never going back to his previous life. With his intent of never going back, he dropped his last name, and began to go by David. He still had the crossbow that Harris had given him, keeping it in a good condition, the only item that would lead those to recognize him. He had begun his life as a Mercenary for hire, taking the easier jobs, to ensure he wouldn't fail as often. As he grew more comfortable in his skillset, he began to take tougher jobs, enjoying the challenge they brought. While he failed every 3rd job he took, he felt confident in his abilities with Tryllium. He took the toughest job, looking forward to the challenge. With that, he ran into his toughest fight, which he barely won, but at the cost of almost losing his right eye, giving him his scar.
Year 93 - Age: 19
David had grown weary, looking towards the easier jobs, feeling the exhaustion that followed his toughest jobs, needing a break. He eventually took a job, that took him deep into the woods of Pine Valley. He figured it would be a simple job, eliminate one of the creature's that supposedly lived out there. He began to track it, leading him to an ancient tomb, noticing that it was a shambling mound of something, he was unable to make it out in the fading dusk's light. (Continued in the second scenario)
Please give us a roleplay response to both of these scenarios, at least one paragraph each:
A small riot breaks out in Barkamsted between Humans and Pact races. They're quickly gaining the attention of the guards as the situation escalates. Your character is somehow swept up into the crowd as the situation grows more dangerous, what do they do?
David could feel himself being pushed into the riot, unwillingly. He could feel the riot growing more violent, he knew he had to do something to get out of it, and if he didn't, the guards would certainly injure him, or worse. David began to shove people out of the way, attempting to escape the situation before it escalated further. He felt punches being thrown at his smaller frame, wincing in pain at it. All he had to do was navigate through the crowd, and he would be out of there. He noticed a gap in the crowd, and took his chance, quickly sliding through before it closed.
For whatever reason, your character finds themselves in an ancient tomb, the walls thick with brambles and foliage. From up ahead, you spy what appears to be a shambling mound of something. It pauses, quivers and moans. What do they do?
David sunk to the ground, crouching behind some foliage, hoping it wouldn't see him. He thought to himself, "This has to be what I was hired to kill. But where do I even shoot that- thing?" The mound began to shamble closer to David, clearly having noticed him by now. David began to move away, shooting it, hoping to hit it in a vital organ. As the crossbow bolt drove into the mound, he noticed it didn't seem hurt by it. As David got up to sprint, he dropped it in his hustle. As he began to run, he noticed he dropped Tryllium, watching as that thing went over it, consuming it. David sprinted out of there, he grabbed his quiver, chucking it at the mound, slowing it down enough for him to escape.