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    posted a message on The Realm of Saphriel | Serious Roleplay | Frequent Events | Medieval Fantasy | Great Staff | 1.18.2

    ----OOC Info----


    -Minecraft IGN: Jackdc4

    -Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example? The Chronicles of Haeriven, Rise of Kings, Vivere, Alaurin.

    -Define Power-gaming in your own words: Forcing an action onto another player without allowing them a chance to respond, such as emoting their response to your action, or emoting an opponents injury in a fight.

    -Define Meta-gaming in your own words: The use of information gained out of character to benefit your character in some way, whether this is purposeful or not.

    -Define Role-Playing in your own words: Taking on the role of a character other than yourself and portraying their actions as best you can in response to the world around you.

    ----IC Info----


    -Character name: Brokkr Wayland


    -Character race: Half Dwarf


    -Character gender: Male


    -Character age: 20


    -Character Occupation (optional, note you still must talk to the lord about loaning or purchasing any stall/shop for your character if he/she would have one. This more or less helps us to better understand your characters starting skill set): Journeyman smith and general vagabond as need be


    -Character description (At least one to two paragraphs describing your character’s visual appearance.):Brokkr stands at a solid 5’10, built for his trade it seemed; with strong arms and broad shoulders he certainly suited it. He wasn’t overly heavy, not a prize fighter by any standard, but his heritage showed through, whether he knew it or not. He had short blonde hair, often untidy for he didn’t own a brush, with dark blue eyes and fairly pale skin from working under a canopy to keep the smith’s yard shady and cool.


    -Character personality and traits (At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.): Generally seen about with a bright expression when in the company of those he knows well or alone, he can quickly fall back into sullen quietness, especially among nobles, he knows his place well enough and has been put in it before. He looked down upon the tradeless and unskilled; by extension looking up to the those who were more skilled, or held refined trades. He forms friendships quickly and grudges quicker yet, but isn’t fool enough to let either get in the way of a profit.


    -Character biography (At least three paragraphs describing your character's history and experiences):


    Brokkr Wayland, born in a small forge in Barkamsted, second son of a smith, Kerioth Wayland, and a woman he never knew, but that was no hardship to him, as he’d put it ‘You can’t miss something you’ve never had,’. He was just approaching his fifth year when the Pact war ended and in his youthful state realized little of the world changing events that unfurled around him, taking note of little but his father’s near constant worry and work. So it came about that he had a relatively ruleless childhood, romping around the forge, he learned quickly what not to touch.


    As the war came to its close he had a few peaceful years with his father, learning much of his numbers and how to feed himself with little coin, the lack of war brought a slight lack in coin, there was always some work to do for a smith, but lean times came and went. Then, some time after his ninth birthday disaster struck the Wayland’s as his elder brother Simon fell ill and unfortunately never recovered from the weakening of his body, living but too weak to tend the forge, the family’s income was near halved. Simon went on to be a taxman’s apprentice in his later years, learning to read and write but with this his life of leisure ended, Wayland was forced to begin an apprenticeship under his father, working iron, steel and bronze to forge everything from cutlery to the occasional weapon. Life was good, the work was hard and the days passed in a routine that changed just enough to never grow truly monotonous, but even so, his gaze eventually turned away from the forge and to the world around him.


    His seventeenth birthday came and went and he developed a fondness for strong ale and foolish stunts, wrestling behind bars, egging houses, petty pranks and acts of bravado that built in him a distrust of the guards, men he saw as trying to ‘keep him down’. He used his time at the forge to make things of a less honest nature, picks and crowbars, short metal bars to be fitted to wooden batons for weight and from time to time short knives. Each night the words would echo from his father when he returned or left. “You’re making a wastrel of yourself, you’re more than that,” But what did an old mans words matter to the heat of youth? He was just another lad as far as he was concerned, stronger than most, but he assumed that was just from working the forge, it never occurred to him that even as a child he had outweighed his older brother. So he and his friends went out each night, causing trouble and fighting with other gangs of young men. So it continued for a year or so, each night going out, causing trouble and fleeing the guards, all good natured but of course, it would all catch up, two young men in jail and Brokkr barely making his escape, bursting into his home as the sun came up, panting and bleeding from a baton strike to the jaw, a missing tooth as a trophy of that night, the back left molar.


    Did it straighten him out? Scare him straight? Not at all, but it made him consider the consequences of his actions for sure. Which brings us nicely to the present, leaving the stomping ground of his youth and heading out on the road, not really sure where he was headed, but he’d find something.


    -Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios. (At least one paragraph for each):

    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. Brokkr noticed the weight vanish and his brow furrowed, he turned on his heel and with a low shout of annoyance took off after the child, pushing his way through the crowd around him but between the child’s smaller size and the people in his way he knew he wasn’t going to catch up, so after a few moments of chase he cursed softly and gave up, checking the coins hidden in the seams of his tunic. A loss to be certain, but it wouldn’t ruin him.

    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.

    Brokkr grew up among farmers, he had helped dress calves and boar after slaughter, he had even carried the skins to the tanner, he knew skins were valuable, so upon seeing a trapped wolf his eyes dipped to the small pouch of coins at his hip, then the knife that hung alongside it, but his hand didn’t take it, instead he took up his hammer, the tool of his trade and circling the wolf in as casual a manner as he could to get behind it before lashing out, going to strike it at the base of its skull, to put it out of its misery and make himself a fair bit of coin. The pups were a different question, the tailor’s *****’d had pups recently and between himself and the tailor they’d find someone wanting to own a wolf pup reared to a human hand. He set about skinning the larger wolf, then swiftly rounded up the whining lumps, wrapping them in the fur before heading into town

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