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Part 2 of 4
Terms & definitions
Answer these definitions using your own words. The definitions can be looked up if necessary, however copy-pasting is not allowed.

What do you define as roleplaying?

Actively putting yourself into the perspective of a minor or major character within an ongoing story.

Describe the term ‘powergaming’

Roleplaying with the intent of only furthering your character and your OOC goals most often characterized by a lack of understand of the agency of your fellow players.

Describe the term ‘metagaming’

The use of information within roleplay that was obtained unfairly through ooc means and does not reflect the knowledge your character would realistically have at the time.

What is a "Mary-Sue" character?

A Mary sue character is most often a character written with no flaws or played in a way that ignores the flaws she is supposed to have. Most often female, the Mary sue character is most often a stand-in for the player and not an actual character, and both the mary sue and their player will most likely expect to come out on top in any and all situations regardless of the context.

Part 3 of 4
Character Creation
Here you will create a character to use on our server.

Provide us with an ingame screenshot of your character’s skin.







Story & Biography:

Erato grew up on the small bit of land his parents owned and spent most of his time getting into trouble with his friends and playing pranks on his siblings which often earned him scorn from his parents.
As he grew into a young man his parents tried imparting their wisdom on his to help him find his way in life, but Erato had spent his whole life viewing them as stuck up fools who knew nothing of him or what he wanted.
As soon as Erato realized he could earn himself an evening meal just from playing music with his friends he left his home and began living in the woods. Erato would often go hungry living like this, but his stubborn nature
motivated him to continue on getting better with his old flute and as he put more work into his music, he was able to rely on it to keep him fed.

Things were not always so certain for Erato, in times of hardship and in bad health he would turn to his uncle for help. His uncle had been much like Erato in his youth and sympathized with him. While he knew his
brother would be none too happy about it, he was wise enough to see that snitching of Erato would only drive him away and put him in more danger. In return for shelter Erato would listen to his stories, soon even
heeding his advice and seeing him as his only real father-figure. His uncle had left home when he was two years older than Erato and had resented his parents just the same. But through a number of hard lessons,
he had turned his life around and had become a great warrior. In those days his uncle had been a pillar of the community and was still respected as a reliable man with a deep connection to their god. Erato took heed
of his lessons, but no matter how he urged him he would not return to his parents.

Tragedy would soon strike the community, as a wave of floods destroyed homes and farmland. Erato did not think much of it, but soon came to find there was no sign of his uncle for days. He asked around looking for
him, and was told that in the midst of the flood his uncle had been among those swept away in their attempts to help others. Erato was broken, he felt as if he was walking dead. His community had lost members to
natural disaster before, but he had never known just how much it hurt to lose someone you cared about. In his mourning he felt truly alone, he could not turn to his family, and he found his friends could not sympathize
with him. He realized then that his uncle was the only real friend he had ever known. Erato abandoned his home, those he had once called friends, and his family, unable to remain in a land that reminded him so much
of his uncle.

Part 4 of 4
Open-ended questions
At least three must be answered. Delete the spares(if applicable). Please include at least one paragraph for each of the answered questions.

Question 1
You stumble outside into the open air after some heavy drinking in an Oserian tavern. Just before you're about to pass an alleyway, a hooded man rushes out of it and runs for it - seemingly, he has both a blade and some jewelry on him. You take a quick peek in the alleyway to see a feminine figure collapsed on the ground, holding her hands over a bleeding wound in her torso. The thief is about to escape, and the woman seems in critical condition. You...

Immediately forget about the jewelry, after all it means nothing to me, and I am not about to be stabbed over some lady's prized pearls. Erato contemplated leaving her, but he knew it could come around to bite him in the ass later if he didn't at least help her. Crouching down beside he, he took a moment to look over her, she was indeed bleeding quickly, and her attacker most likely intended to kill her. With as much might as he could muster, he helped her up to her feet, whispering to her
to keep pressure on her wound before calling out into the streets for help. After a couple blocks some passersbys came to their aid, helping the lady into a nearby store while a young boy ran to fetch a doctor. At that point Erato wiped his hands of the whole mess, reasoning that there was not more he could do for her besides stand around and gawk. He then headed back for the tavern to try and score some more of that fine Oserian ale to still his nerves.

Question 2
You are on your way to the Korsian city of Telth to sell some wares. Upon reaching the front gates you are stopped by the guard. They deny you entry for the time being as the traffic into the city is too high. You are effectively forced to wait in the refugee camp located between the two gates for the time being. The camp is
filled with shopping stalls and refugees sleeping on the floor. How do you spend your time in the camp?

Groaned as he looked over the huddled masses of stinking unwashed immigrants and the ceaseless rabble between them. He was a fool to take this job, smuggling drugs into Telth was one thing, but it was his cover that made him so uneasy. Spoons? That was the best Carlow could come up with? He kicked himself for ever trusting that shifty merchant, but now he was stuck sat in a pile of refugees trying to snatch his spoons every time he let his guard down.
Stuck among foolish thieves you could only rely on very little, one such thing being their mutual distrust for one another. Wringing his hands, Erato set about rearranging the few items these refugees had in their tents, picking pockets, taking bags, and then setting them in each other's tents and corners. When all was said and done he sat back to watch the fireworks, chuckling to himself as they turned against each other and soon broke out into a fight.
When the guard noticed such a ruckus and came to try and settle things down Erato took the opportunity to sneak past them into the city with his little back of spoons and drugs.

Question 3
You've gotten lost and wandered awhile into Drahl lands, eventually finding yourself in Crookmire Swamp, where you decide to settle for the night. Finding a meal to buy for the evening takes some effort, but you do come across an old crone in ragged clothing, who offers to sell you some sea-looking food. She doesn't ask much but warns you that eating it is 'unpleasant' to outsiders. You...

Raised a brow, looking over the pot of bubbling crustaceans, mollusks and peppered snails. Erato just shook his head, pointing to his skin. "You must be mistaken you old sweet thing. I may not be from around here, but I've had my fair share of Crook-cook. Your spices might make those tall fellows weep, but my tongue can take it." he said, taking her ladle and scooping up a helping into his bowl. That old woman did look a bit unsure, but just smiled and took his money before moving on.
Erato found the tender meat and the smiley shells quite enjoyable for a time, the spices reminding him of his travel’s years ago. But as he continued to eat, he felt a twinge of a sting on his tongue, beginning to choke up and turn blue as the heavy palate of spices he had just ingested prepared to give his stomach a run for its money. After barfing out his guts he spent the next week just trying to recover, spending all his savings to stay there and retch and refusing any food besides
salted seaweed until he could stand steady enough to get out of that vile place.
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Wet Bread Crumb
Jan 8, 2016

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