Out of Character
Provide information about yourself here.
MineCraft Username(s):
Answer - brevina
Full UUID for your MineCraft account(s) (Found here):
Answer - a8e7d61f-3fb0-476b-84df-b8f40be829fa
How old are you? (We need to know this as our server has an age restriction)
Answer - 18
Have you read through our rules? (Found here)
Answer - I have read through the rules
Do you agree with our rules?
Answer - I do agree with the rules
How did you hear about Tale of Banners?
Answer - I did not really hear about Tale of Banners, I just happened to come across the server while looking for a proper medieval roleplay server
Do you have any previous roleplay experience?
Answer - I have roleplayed here and there numerous times and have been a staff member regarding roleplay on a few servers where I have written a lot of lore and many, many characters.
Is there anything you would like to add?
Answer - Not that I can think of, no.
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?
Answer - To me, roleplaying is an escape from reality. When you roleplay you have the subtle and greatly needed sometimes, ability to be someone who you are not. Or in the case of medieval or historical roleplays, a member of a time period that you wish you had been born.
Describe the term ‘powergaming’
Answer - Powergaming is when you do things in a maximum context, an example of this is being a flawless fighter and never being able to lose a single fight to anyone, despite any training.
Describe the term ‘metagaming’
Answer - Metagaming is when in certain ways, you break the 'fourth wall', using knowledge OOC for your own use. Example: *she thought that she wanted to kill him* to you going *He would swing his sword at her thigh, anticipating an attack*. Without the first action, the second would not make sense any other way, because the person metagamed.
What is a "Mary-Sue" character?
Answer - Rey from The Force Awakens. On a serious note, a Mary-Sue character is one who does not make sense at all, and is covered so thickly in plot-armor it is wonderous that they are even able to move. They are generalized characters that are given, as aforementioned, thick plot armor, in order to easily reach their goals.
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.
Answer -
Name:
Answer - Ashton Leon
Age:
Answer - 24
Culture:
Answer - Oserian
Story & Biography:
Answer - I, Ashton Leon, was knighted at a very young age. The age of nineteen in fact. I guess that is just what comes when you are a child of a noble house in the Duchy of Oakenbri, however small that noble house. But unfortunately I would be forced to leave Oakenbri, because of the plague. That nasty strain of virus. But I was glad to get out of town and head to the Dutchy of Avendale. Many lords and ladies had been displaced by the plague, but what about the peasants. Somehow, despite my raising, I had grown to care for them, especially the daughter of a tavern keeper, a tavern, which I admit, I had only visited and dealt with the stench of the peasants to gaze upon her beauty. Thus it was, that I smuggled a few of them along with me on my journey, five of us I think there were. It was three years ago, and my memory has never been the best, I was willing to admit that at least. Nonetheless, I brought the peasantry that were in that tavern, those who were still alive at least, through the woods to Dunsgate, a place that I knew we would be safe. But on the way, some of us died unfortunately. Others, I regretfully had to kill to prevent the plague from spreading. But in some ways, I truly enjoyed the bloodshed. Eventually we reached Dunsgate and the Queen, who received us as her husband had been away hunting, being so impressed that I not only survived the plague, but that I had rescued the people of Oakenbri, made me a page to her middle son, and eventually after two years of training, I would defeat him on the tourney grounds, and be knighted by him. So there you have it, the last of the Leon family, probably even one of the last of Oakenbri for all I know, one knight of many in the great Oserian Lands. People may call me arrogant, and bloodthirsty, but don't listen to those attributes. I am also honorable, and as many Oserians are, willing to do anything to do what needs to be done.
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 jewellery 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...
Answer:
I stumbled out of the tavern I often frequented. As I was drunk, when the man rushed past me, he knocked me to the floor.
Of all nights. I was just starting to have fun. I thought.
I stumbled after him, and as I chased him it became more and more clear that I was in no state to fight anyone, that's when I saw a woman from the direction he came from holding her hands to her torso, clearly in deep pain. How fun it would be to go after this law breaker, a reason to bring the King's Justice. But I had been too drunk, and it was better that this woman lost her jewelry rather than her life. Plus. This petty thief would be caught one day. I ran down the alley to aid the woman. It was a mess. As I pulled out a hankerchief that had been given to me as a sign of affection from a young peasant girl. It is sad, that I would be using it for this, something the girl had most likely saved up gold for, for about a month. But a woman's life was at stake, and I placed it on her bleeding spot, forcing her to remove her arms. Next I would push my hand to it and apply pressure for around three minutes. The thought then occurred to me of who would inform the City watch, especially since she was incapacitated.
"Keep some pressure on that. I am going to get the watch, and maybe some better help.
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?
Answer:
"What do you mean, denied entry?", I asked, alarmed, and frankly, shocked. I was a knight, not some peasantry.
"I'm sorry." It was apparent that he now saw my armor. "Sir."
"As you can see, I am a knight. Not some common peasant. I demand entry to Telth."
"We've been ordered to not let anyone in. Traffic is too high in the city and our nobles need to be able to move freely should something go array. This happens quite often, and is over shortly. But the sun most likely will be going down soon, so you should make yourself comfortable in there." I was afraid of what he was about to point to, and he pointed to a camp, a camp which I had known was there from the stench alone.
Despite my disagreements, I understood that arguing with this guard would not help my case. Especially as he was only doing his duty. That I understood.
I figured that I would make the best of it. There were some children in the camp that were longing to hear my stories of battle. Poor kids, they would never, most likely, have the chance to do what I have done, be what I am. But nonetheless, I enjoyed the night, and crossed into the city in the morning to sell some old pieces of armor.
Question 4
In the midst of battle, you find yourself approaching a wounded enemy soldier. The soldier is on the floor, clearly in terror as they cradle one of the dead. Enemy forces begin to advance in the distance and you know you have to act fast. The soldier then grasps at a cloth and removes it from the dead soldiers pocket. They continue to cry, and starts calling the dead soldier's name in despair. Then the soldier glances up to see you - with your weapon up - but does not care of your approach, continuing to cradle the dead soldier. You…
Answer:
I lead my King's cavalry into battle and decided to get a head start after the first clash of troops had started in the early dew of morning. It was cold. But not that cold.
I drop my sword, it is dishonorable to kill a wounded soldier, no matter who's banner they fight under. The other soldier, his eyes, drenched with grief and sorrow for his dead brother, again looked up at me.
"Move," I would say, no longer patient after waiting days for battle.
The soldier would be hesitant but would eventually move. I looked down at the dead soldier, saddened as I just as fast as I had laid eyes on him had realized that there was nothing that I could do, or The One could do to. I knelt down and pushed his eyes closed with my glove. I then embraced the other soldier, who surprisingly took it quite neutrally.
"He is surely in a better place now. The One watches over us all. It doesn't matter who they fight for."
He stifled another tear, but realized that it was over. His friend was dead.
"Than- Thank you."
In the moment of requiem for the dead soldier, it was lost on me that the enemy army was fast approaching. Should I imprison this soldier who just lost his dear friend. No. I don't think that would be the right thing to do, even if he could give the
"Go. Run to your army. You have done the best that you can for your brother and your king today." I would say, hopping back onto my stallion and rearing it to ride back to our camp in order to warn my lord of the oncoming assault.
I truly hope that that soldier survived, and in ways, I wish that he told the story of my feats to his children. But that was a young and nieve thought, we decimated the army that day. One in ten men were killed or wounded badly. Still I think that I did the right thing.
Provide information about yourself here.
MineCraft Username(s):
Answer - brevina
Full UUID for your MineCraft account(s) (Found here):
Answer - a8e7d61f-3fb0-476b-84df-b8f40be829fa
How old are you? (We need to know this as our server has an age restriction)
Answer - 18
Have you read through our rules? (Found here)
Answer - I have read through the rules
Do you agree with our rules?
Answer - I do agree with the rules
How did you hear about Tale of Banners?
Answer - I did not really hear about Tale of Banners, I just happened to come across the server while looking for a proper medieval roleplay server
Do you have any previous roleplay experience?
Answer - I have roleplayed here and there numerous times and have been a staff member regarding roleplay on a few servers where I have written a lot of lore and many, many characters.
Is there anything you would like to add?
Answer - Not that I can think of, no.
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?
Answer - To me, roleplaying is an escape from reality. When you roleplay you have the subtle and greatly needed sometimes, ability to be someone who you are not. Or in the case of medieval or historical roleplays, a member of a time period that you wish you had been born.
Describe the term ‘powergaming’
Answer - Powergaming is when you do things in a maximum context, an example of this is being a flawless fighter and never being able to lose a single fight to anyone, despite any training.
Describe the term ‘metagaming’
Answer - Metagaming is when in certain ways, you break the 'fourth wall', using knowledge OOC for your own use. Example: *she thought that she wanted to kill him* to you going *He would swing his sword at her thigh, anticipating an attack*. Without the first action, the second would not make sense any other way, because the person metagamed.
What is a "Mary-Sue" character?
Answer - Rey from The Force Awakens. On a serious note, a Mary-Sue character is one who does not make sense at all, and is covered so thickly in plot-armor it is wonderous that they are even able to move. They are generalized characters that are given, as aforementioned, thick plot armor, in order to easily reach their goals.
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.
Answer -
Name:
Answer - Ashton Leon
Age:
Answer - 24
Culture:
Answer - Oserian
Story & Biography:
Answer - I, Ashton Leon, was knighted at a very young age. The age of nineteen in fact. I guess that is just what comes when you are a child of a noble house in the Duchy of Oakenbri, however small that noble house. But unfortunately I would be forced to leave Oakenbri, because of the plague. That nasty strain of virus. But I was glad to get out of town and head to the Dutchy of Avendale. Many lords and ladies had been displaced by the plague, but what about the peasants. Somehow, despite my raising, I had grown to care for them, especially the daughter of a tavern keeper, a tavern, which I admit, I had only visited and dealt with the stench of the peasants to gaze upon her beauty. Thus it was, that I smuggled a few of them along with me on my journey, five of us I think there were. It was three years ago, and my memory has never been the best, I was willing to admit that at least. Nonetheless, I brought the peasantry that were in that tavern, those who were still alive at least, through the woods to Dunsgate, a place that I knew we would be safe. But on the way, some of us died unfortunately. Others, I regretfully had to kill to prevent the plague from spreading. But in some ways, I truly enjoyed the bloodshed. Eventually we reached Dunsgate and the Queen, who received us as her husband had been away hunting, being so impressed that I not only survived the plague, but that I had rescued the people of Oakenbri, made me a page to her middle son, and eventually after two years of training, I would defeat him on the tourney grounds, and be knighted by him. So there you have it, the last of the Leon family, probably even one of the last of Oakenbri for all I know, one knight of many in the great Oserian Lands. People may call me arrogant, and bloodthirsty, but don't listen to those attributes. I am also honorable, and as many Oserians are, willing to do anything to do what needs to be done.
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 jewellery 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...
Answer:
I stumbled out of the tavern I often frequented. As I was drunk, when the man rushed past me, he knocked me to the floor.
Of all nights. I was just starting to have fun. I thought.
I stumbled after him, and as I chased him it became more and more clear that I was in no state to fight anyone, that's when I saw a woman from the direction he came from holding her hands to her torso, clearly in deep pain. How fun it would be to go after this law breaker, a reason to bring the King's Justice. But I had been too drunk, and it was better that this woman lost her jewelry rather than her life. Plus. This petty thief would be caught one day. I ran down the alley to aid the woman. It was a mess. As I pulled out a hankerchief that had been given to me as a sign of affection from a young peasant girl. It is sad, that I would be using it for this, something the girl had most likely saved up gold for, for about a month. But a woman's life was at stake, and I placed it on her bleeding spot, forcing her to remove her arms. Next I would push my hand to it and apply pressure for around three minutes. The thought then occurred to me of who would inform the City watch, especially since she was incapacitated.
"Keep some pressure on that. I am going to get the watch, and maybe some better help.
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?
Answer:
"What do you mean, denied entry?", I asked, alarmed, and frankly, shocked. I was a knight, not some peasantry.
"I'm sorry." It was apparent that he now saw my armor. "Sir."
"As you can see, I am a knight. Not some common peasant. I demand entry to Telth."
"We've been ordered to not let anyone in. Traffic is too high in the city and our nobles need to be able to move freely should something go array. This happens quite often, and is over shortly. But the sun most likely will be going down soon, so you should make yourself comfortable in there." I was afraid of what he was about to point to, and he pointed to a camp, a camp which I had known was there from the stench alone.
Despite my disagreements, I understood that arguing with this guard would not help my case. Especially as he was only doing his duty. That I understood.
I figured that I would make the best of it. There were some children in the camp that were longing to hear my stories of battle. Poor kids, they would never, most likely, have the chance to do what I have done, be what I am. But nonetheless, I enjoyed the night, and crossed into the city in the morning to sell some old pieces of armor.
Question 4
In the midst of battle, you find yourself approaching a wounded enemy soldier. The soldier is on the floor, clearly in terror as they cradle one of the dead. Enemy forces begin to advance in the distance and you know you have to act fast. The soldier then grasps at a cloth and removes it from the dead soldiers pocket. They continue to cry, and starts calling the dead soldier's name in despair. Then the soldier glances up to see you - with your weapon up - but does not care of your approach, continuing to cradle the dead soldier. You…
Answer:
I lead my King's cavalry into battle and decided to get a head start after the first clash of troops had started in the early dew of morning. It was cold. But not that cold.
I drop my sword, it is dishonorable to kill a wounded soldier, no matter who's banner they fight under. The other soldier, his eyes, drenched with grief and sorrow for his dead brother, again looked up at me.
"Move," I would say, no longer patient after waiting days for battle.
The soldier would be hesitant but would eventually move. I looked down at the dead soldier, saddened as I just as fast as I had laid eyes on him had realized that there was nothing that I could do, or The One could do to. I knelt down and pushed his eyes closed with my glove. I then embraced the other soldier, who surprisingly took it quite neutrally.
"He is surely in a better place now. The One watches over us all. It doesn't matter who they fight for."
He stifled another tear, but realized that it was over. His friend was dead.
"Than- Thank you."
In the moment of requiem for the dead soldier, it was lost on me that the enemy army was fast approaching. Should I imprison this soldier who just lost his dear friend. No. I don't think that would be the right thing to do, even if he could give the
"Go. Run to your army. You have done the best that you can for your brother and your king today." I would say, hopping back onto my stallion and rearing it to ride back to our camp in order to warn my lord of the oncoming assault.
I truly hope that that soldier survived, and in ways, I wish that he told the story of my feats to his children. But that was a young and nieve thought, we decimated the army that day. One in ten men were killed or wounded badly. Still I think that I did the right thing.
