Define Roleplay in your own words: Roleplay is the improv acting out of a particular sequence of events, with each person selecting a role and keeping in character.
Define Metagaming in your own words: The use of information that wasn’t gained while in-character to benefit the player while in-character
Define Powergaming in your own words: The act of caring more about personal character advancement than the role-playing aspect of a game.
Who are the only people who can use flymod?: No one
Character Name: Drekrurlo
Character Path: Craftsman, more specifically Blacksmith
Character Race: Cherzian
Character Biography (Should be at least 250 words): Drekrurlo was born to a family whose tradition is steep with war veterans and soldiers, and is the youngest of 5 brothers. While his brothers preferred to follow their ancestors and draw blood in the name of the Empire, he was content with maintaining the smithy his father had started after he left the Empire’s service. His life seemed pretty simple for the first 16 years of his life. Then, one fateful day as the sun had begun to set, their home town was ravaged by brigands.
After laying waste to the pitiful guard detail that was meant to protect the settlement, the bandits gathered the survivors in the central square to be humiliatingly executed. One by one, all the inhabitants were slaughtered, until only Drekrurlo was left to face the brigands’ blades. It just so happened that Drekrurlo’s older siblings happened to be returning home on a leave of absence. Just as this young Cherzian hung his head to feel the bitter sting of steel, the brothers charged in to face the bandits. The battle that ensued remained would be engraved in Drekrurlo’s memory for the rest of his life.
The battle claimed the lives of all but one of the bandits, who ran his blade through the last living relative of Drekrurlo, leaving only Drekrurlo to fend for himself. In the heat of anger and bittersweet bravery, he picked up his brother’s sword and nearly sliced the vile bandit in half. As blood dripped from the bandit’s carcass, he felt the joy of killing, the lust for blood that ran in his family.
But he chose to run from his family’s calling. He ran, eventually settling near Borikheim. Here, he hopes to follow his dream and become a blacksmith, forging every blade with hatred and malice to be driven through the hearts of every cutthroat its wielder meets. However, he cannot help but wonder as to whether he should hide his ancestral bloodlust or to follow his lineage in the name of the Empire.
(These should be answered in character and RPed out)
Your character stumbles upon an injured man with the mark of an assassin group on his hand. You know that the Assassins guild has attacked him. Do you help him? Or do you leave to preserve your own safety?
-His feelings of hatred towards cutthroats of all kinds flows stronger as Drekrurlo assists the victim to his feet. "Keep quiet, and I’ll help you to a healer I know. Then you can explain yourself." After taking the injured man to the healer and hearing his story, Drekrurlo feels the bloodlust growing as he sets forth on his way, wondering what will become of this poor soul.
You walk into Borikheim and a guard comes to you, telling you that you have been accused of treason. You know that you are innocent. What is your reaction?
"What? This must be a mistake. Surely we can come to an understanding?" "That's between you and the prison cell. Now come along." Drekrurlo then willingly follows the guardsman to clear the misunderstanding.
A Cherzian is being robbed by two armed men. Do you help him/her? Do you flee?
Upon sight of the brigands, Drekrurlo feels the bloodlust take control. His sword left its sheath, and before he could think about anything he was upon the two cutthroats. A short exchange of steel found his blade across one bandit’s throat. The remaining bandit quickly chose that flight was his best chance of survival, and ran from the path into the forest surrounding the road.. Without missing a beat, Drekrurlo picked up the Cherzian’s precious materials that were taken from him and tossed them towards him, and said, "I’d be glad to stay and discuss this with you, but there’s one still left." With that, he pursued the brigand, rapidly gaining on his heels as his blade grew hungrier for fresh blood... and was soon satiated.