Out of Character Information
IGN: Stormtrooper2000
Real-Life Age: --16 years old.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): --nope.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?:
--Yeah totally, I don’t see why I wouldn’t follow the rules and decisions. I wouldn't want to ruin the playing experience for others because the rules seem pretty reasonable and if I wanted to do that I could just do it on any basic vanilla server in regular Minecraft. Plus there just wouldn’t be any point to waste peoples’ time with my behavior.
What is the definition of "Powergaming"?: ---Acting like a god=rolling natural 20s on everything and giving others any say in what you were about to do.
What is the definition of "Metagaming"?: ---Playing a character with outside knowledge like an Herbalist showing an Archer how to use a bow.
What is the definition of "Roleplay"?: ---To take on the personalities, views, and attitudes within the role of a character.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?:
---People higher up on the chain of command than me.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?:
--Only when that other player consents to letting his character be killed.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?:
--Only if you put parenthesis(), private messaging, or if you were to change to a OOC channel.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?:
---Consider it done Commander!
Who is allowed to use magic?:
---There is a possibility for a character to start out with magic if it is legitimately backed up in their lore, but it doesn’t matter because they lose their “magic” once they go into thee Caves so it doesn’t really count.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?:
---Once the apocalypse occurred, everyone panicked. That’s how they met the undergods who directed them down into the Caves where they presently reside.
What are the Shrines?:
---Its where the different factions can come to pay homage to a certain undergod and in return, the undergods give resources.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?:
---I have been apart of a Dungeons and Dragons group off and on at least three years. Also last year when I was in the pit orchestra, during the Musical practices my drama friends and I would sometimes practice each others lines and act them out accordingly. Also My friends and I participate in LARPing. If thats not enough of a role-playing experience I don’t know what is.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
--This is my first role-playing server.
Character Information
Name: Rune Longstrider
Age: Old--- so old he has lost track. Somewhere around fifty.
Race: Human
Class: Architect
Physical description: 5’11, very lean, tan, and has corded muscles. Also has leathery hands a slightly bent back from hours of working outside building things for people.
Screen capture of your skin: http://imgur.com/0ny84
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
---Rune was born in a small apothecary's hut to the very northern regions of the Kingdom of Ragnau. His father, a harden farmer and an herbalist, owned a sumf deep under his house. Once Rune was of the age of twenty, he decided that his life was not meant to be stuck gathering wheat, melons, potatoes and worshipping squid for the rest of his life so he packed up and headed out into the world. He started out as a beggar in one of the many towns he would eventually make his rounds in. One day though, while he making his usual efforts, begging for the necessities, a rather wealthy-looking man walked up to him in the most outrageous clothing.
Stranger: “Hello there! Nice weather, aih?”
Rune: “Well depends on how you would see it...” muttering drearily and staring at the huge clothing.
Stranger: “My name is George McLeer! I be looking for a pair of hands to help me with this job. You seem fit enough. There’s a hot meal and pay waiting for you at the end!”
Rune: “Sure. When do you want me to start?”
Stranger:”Tomorrow, come by my place at dawn! Good day!”
Then the man named George sauntered away with a very bewildered Rune looking out after him. For the years following this exchange Rune became an apprentice to an architect. He was the one to carry out the most difficult jobs like help lift beams and eventually help the architect build or rebuild the more fancier houses up in the wealthier districts.
When Rune was thirty, he became a fully fledged builder and moved to the west side of a neighboring town across the river where married his wife Sophie and lived happily with her for many years. Everyday he would go out and help someone new with a house, expand and sell real-estate, or help friends rebuild their houses from minor things like fires and the such. Rune recalls much later that those ten years were the most happiest ones he has ever had and probably ever will. Then that fateful day when everything in Runes world turned upside down.
It was the fifth of Sunfire and everyone in Rune’s town was going about his or her business. Rune was busy building a house for an elderly couple who wanted to down size; currently though he was napping under an apple tree on a hill that overlooked the town. He was dreaming peacefully of his wife and eating cake when suddenly out of nowhere he was rudely awoken to screams of agony. In the distance he could see smoke raising on the east side of town, and heard the screams of men and women in pain as well as the clashing of iron. “Bandits! I must find Sophie and make sure she is safe!” He readied his ax and rushed down the hill and back into town. A couple men were trying to form up some kind of line before the onslaught of bandits but were cut down almost instantly. Rune kept going not even stopping to take revenge for his fallen friends, because he knew that more violence would only cause more pain. He turned another corner and ran right into Ron Harold the baker who half way swung his roller before seeing who it was.
Rune: “Have you seen Sophie?!” he shouted over the noise.
Ron: “No! I haven’t seen her since about an hour ago when she came and bought bread from me! She must be at home!”
Rune: “Thanks! Look out!”
A bandit was running at them full tilt with a very cruel looking sword. Ron swung his dough roller up at the incoming bandit and while the man ducked, Rune brought his ax up into the mans chest.
Then Rune was off again, making sure he waved to the baker on the way, this time making it to his house without much difficulty; although what he saw brought chills down his spine. there within a ring of dirty ragged looking men was his Sophie half naked shivering and shaking. Something snapped inside of him and rage boiled over. Everything blurred and when it finally came back into focus, Rune stared at what he had done. He was soaked in a red liquid...blood...a passing thought tells him. It was everywhere, everything was red, cloaked in crimson, body parts thrown every which way, and in the middle lay Sophie, dead. In his blind rage he had killed his own wife. Rune rushed over to her, bent down, lifted her up and wailed, and everyone in the town stopped fighting including the bandits because the sound was so lonely, sad, and inhuman. Everything went very quiet, and then all the people who were listening started at the sound of almost-maniacal laughter. “I killed them...I killed them! Hahaha they’re dead and now I have killed them! Killed them, killed them, killed them! Hahahaha! Killed ‘til they were...dead! But I have lost my Sophie! Where is she? I must find her!” He rushed off. The last one to see him, little Billy, who was no more than eight, saw a half-crazed, wild, almost rabid version of the kind man who helped build his parents home only a few days before. The little boy saw the man run full tilt into the night and that was the last time everyone from that village ever saw of Rune Longstrider. He went on and on for days without any food or water, before clasping on a bed of daises some sixty miles from where he started.
What he didn’t know at the time was that he had fallen on the gardens were tended by a group of kindly monks who inhabited a local temple of Strugunam. By fate, and because it was such a lovely day, a monk by the name of Stephen, came upon Rune. “Oh my! Brother David! Come give me a hand. This poor fellow looks to be have starved!” Stephen, with the help of David, carried him back to the temple and started the long process of treating a starved half-crazed man; not a very easy task. The first time Rune woke up he believed that the monks were really bandits and thought that they were trying to poison him so before a portly monk by the name of Tuben could feed him porridge, Rune was up in flash, striking the monk full in the jaw before running to one corner of the room. Where he sat on the floor and rocked back and forth. Rune seemed to be living in a dream for the past... he had lost track... He kept staring at a pool of water that had well up where he slept. Tuben the monk could hear him mumbling and arguing with himself. “These bandits...they’re trying to mess with my mind so that they laugh at me! At me...at me..at me! But they don’t to want to harm us! Yes they do because they are bandits and you killed them and your wife as well you fool! But they don’t act like bandits! True. Maybe they aren’t so bad...” Rune mumbled under his breath before snorting and replying “You weren’t so bad until you killed your wife!” When Tuben heard this rushed off to find some help.
Tuben went straight to the High Cleric for help and asked the High Cleric his opinion for he had quite a deal of knowledge on the topic of the mind. He recommended to leave food out for Rune and to teach him about the good things in life because, he said “The man seemed to be locked inside his mind, normally this occurs when a person suffers deep trauma. If we teach him the greater things in life he may come out of this stupor and back to sanity.” So for every meal, someone wold bring Rune food, and in the afternoon Tuben would read to him about life. Eventually Rune opened up to the kindly monks, slowly coming out of his misery, gained back his sanity, and learned many things from the monks. After many months of staying with the monks, Rune decided that it was time to go so he went to go talk with the High Cleric Joseph. Joseph was highly pleased at the miraculous success and was very happy to know that Rune, who had over the past couple of months become one of his friends, had fully recovered his sanity. Joseph’s parting words were “Rune, although you could came to us in a non-healthy state of mind, I am glad that you have come back to the world of reason and civility. Remember that peace and harmony can be found in all things and you will find a happy balance in life.” Rune thanked him, said goodbye to all the other monks who had helped him in the state that he had originally been in, and was off on the road again.
As he went, he spread the words and teaching of Strugunam to any who would listen. He has traveled around the four Kingdoms, building shelters for the less able and the old, making friends everywhere, and all the while spreading Strugunam’s messages.
He is kind and polite to everyone who talks with him although he doesn’t talk very much about his past, and gives advice when and where ever he is needed. Recently Rune had been staying with a friend who called himself Havren, a sea captain who knew these waters like the back of his hand, knew that there was a place left untouched by the spread of disease and anarchy that could be seen almost everywhere else in the world. His idea was to take his ship nicknamed Seawolf, bring as many friends as possible, and travel to this island that everyone kept talking about. They set out on the eve of the summer solstice. Although Rune was not much of a seafaring type of guy and could be seen almost all the time at the port side heaving as Seawolf plunged through the waves, they had a pretty calm voyage for the first few days. Like all sea voyages though in the summer the calm waters did not last. Two days out from the island they were hit by the worst summer storm in the history of the Kingdom of Ragnau. If Rune was sick in those first few calm waters, he was even worse in this weather. Seawolf was a very sleek ship, but with these winds and waves the boat didn’t last a few waves before breaking up. The last thing Rune could remember was the mast falling down on top of him and then, nothing. Fortunately for Rune, had gotten only a glancing blow to his head from a part of the broken mast.
There were some passing thoughts as he drifted in the waves. He could remember the feeling of floating as the waves slowly pushed his body up onto the shore. He could see a fuzzy image of a ring of strange-looking people staring down at him and whispering “Its a miracle anyone survived, let alone this old man.” “Shut it Dakir, be respectful even if he looks half dead.” “You know, he looks kind of like Old Man Axe...now that is peculiar...” Then everything was black and Rune gave himself fully to the darkness. He woke up a cozy bed with sunshine coming in through the windows, “Roland’s Basin, where every problem ends and peace begins.” he thought bitterly as he slowly felt the madness and the guilt creeping back in.
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What is your character's main goal? (Motivation):
---Mainly to help anyone down on their luck. To help the sick, or families of the sick as well. When he has a sanity laps though, all he wants is to find Sophie his long dead wife.
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
---Wizened in the ways of anything practical. Anything from building things, storytelling, Magic, to simply giving advice. I.E. a very good handyman.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality):
---Has little to no respect for current political views, doesn’t like to talk about his past, has a seething hatred for any type of bandit, is not as fast as he was in his youth, and most recently has had lapses in his sanity. Cannot live near people he doesn’t know for very long, they may not be alive in the morning.
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Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?:
---My character, because of being a long time traveler, has grown out of the habit to affiliate himself with one protocolar group of people. He has made friends in many but he doesn’t wish to get into all the politics and violence associated with it. I don’t know if there is anything like that, but my character is not a fighter, he likes to build things, not destroy them.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See "Character Linking Aid". Please post a link to the topic.):
---nope.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
---Rage boils over, though Rune tries to suppress it, and Rune has a lapse of sanity. Hefting his favorite ax he would walk up to the thugs saying “You know what? You remind me of some bandits who were violating my wife right before I killed them! Killed them until them were dead! Hahaha!” He would laugh bitterly, “Now you’re going to join those men I killed....” If they don’t run and instead come at me saying “Your dead old man!”, I would crouch down and then spring up smacking the head of my ax up into the jaw the first one before dropping it and climbing on the back of the other. The first thug who clutches his jaw in agony goes out like a light where as the other is down .
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You've been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
---I would walk into that town and ask the town leader or Innkeeper for a hot meal and a bed in exchange for odd jobs to do around town, mainly building things but all so running around an doing chores for people to get as much money as I can to buy some food.
Rune: “there must be something I could do for you.”
Innkeeper: “Actually there is could you bring this supplies to old grannie Smith who up on a hill a few miles from here. Normally I wouldn’t be asking a---”
Rune: “--old man?”
Innkeeper, looking flustered: “Well yes!”
Rune: “I am much more fit then what my age tells you i bring Grannie Smith these apples.”
Innkeeper: “Thank you sir! In exchange, I will give you a cake that I have been baking in my oven!”
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You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
---I would walk straight up to him.
Rune: “Hello good sir! Its to bad really, such a wonderful day to be spent down on your luck.”
Hobo: “Hello to ye too. Could happen to spare me a measly piece of food?”
Rune: “I was going to save this for my dinner but here you go. I remember what it feels to be starving, and you look like you need it a lot more than I do.”
Hobo looks chest fallen. “Alright. Thank you, you are most kind!”
Rune: *Wave to the homeless man and walk away*
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
--I would turn around, look him straight in the eye, not moving until he either looks away or flinches, and ask him “Is it worth insulting an old man’s mother?” Then I would finish the serious look with a joke; saying something along the lines of “your probably right! I haven’t seen my mum since we buried her! I wouldn’t want to think of how she looks like now!” He would most likely “respond with a smart comeback like “uh, ummm....well...” Then I would go back to eating. Now if he had insulted my long-dead wife, thats a different story all together; he would have been seen dead on the floor of the bar.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
---I would turn to her and bend slightly in the manner of politeness and say cheerfully “Good afternoon child! That is a most beautiful necklace! May I inquire as to where you got it?
Woman: “Thank you! Today is my husband and I’s anniversary and this was his gift to me!”
Rune: “Lucky for any man to have given such a beautiful necklace to match such a stunning lady!”
Woman, laughing: “They should call you Silver-tongue, if you weren’t so old I’d say you shouldn’t be talking to me in this way!”
Rune: “Well I must be off! Its been fun chatting with such a stunning woman! Tah tah for now!
Woman, giggled: “Good day Sir!”
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Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
---For the classes, so are they so limited that an architect can’t use swords? Because wouldn’t that cause a problem when the Apocalypse happens and every flees into the dark where all the zombies and skeletons hang out?
Other notes: I’m slightly new at the whole roleplaying server idea, so I am a bit unfamiliar with installing and downloading plug-ins, spout, and the such on a mac.
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Out of Character Information
IGN: Stormtrooper2000
Real-Life Age: --16 years old.
Do you have a Skype? If so, what is your Skype Name? (This is by no means required and holds no weight on your acceptance. We just use Skype a lot): --nope.
Have you read all of the rules, agree to abide by them, and by the decisions of our staff?:
--Yeah totally, I don’t see why I wouldn’t follow the rules and decisions. I wouldn't want to ruin the playing experience for others because the rules seem pretty reasonable and if I wanted to do that I could just do it on any basic vanilla server in regular Minecraft. Plus there just wouldn’t be any point to waste peoples’ time with my behavior.
What is the definition of "Powergaming"?: ---Acting like a god=rolling natural 20s on everything and giving others any say in what you were about to do.
What is the definition of "Metagaming"?: ---Playing a character with outside knowledge like an Herbalist showing an Archer how to use a bow.
What is the definition of "Roleplay"?: ---To take on the personalities, views, and attitudes within the role of a character.
Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?:
---People higher up on the chain of command than me.
When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?:
--Only when that other player consents to letting his character be killed.
When are you allowed to speak out of character?:
--Only if you put parenthesis(), private messaging, or if you were to change to a OOC channel.
Have you read the primary server lore of our server and agree to roleplay in accordance with it?:
---Consider it done Commander!
Who is allowed to use magic?:
---There is a possibility for a character to start out with magic if it is legitimately backed up in their lore, but it doesn’t matter because they lose their “magic” once they go into thee Caves so it doesn’t really count.
How did the Humans come to be in the Caves?:
---Once the apocalypse occurred, everyone panicked. That’s how they met the undergods who directed them down into the Caves where they presently reside.
What are the Shrines?:
---Its where the different factions can come to pay homage to a certain undergod and in return, the undergods give resources.
What previous roleplay experience have you had, if any?:
---I have been apart of a Dungeons and Dragons group off and on at least three years. Also last year when I was in the pit orchestra, during the Musical practices my drama friends and I would sometimes practice each others lines and act them out accordingly. Also My friends and I participate in LARPing. If thats not enough of a role-playing experience I don’t know what is.
If you have played on other RP servers, please say which and why you left:
--This is my first role-playing server.
Character Information
Name: Rune Longstrider
Age: Old--- so old he has lost track. Somewhere around fifty.
Race: Human
Class: Architect
Physical description: 5’11, very lean, tan, and has corded muscles. Also has leathery hands a slightly bent back from hours of working outside building things for people.
Screen capture of your skin:
http://imgur.com/0ny84
Biography (Minimum 400 words. Cannot include loved ones being killed, kidnapped, tortured, or the like, unless you can do it in a non-cliche manner.):
---Rune was born in a small apothecary's hut to the very northern regions of the Kingdom of Ragnau. His father, a harden farmer and an herbalist, owned a sumf deep under his house. Once Rune was of the age of twenty, he decided that his life was not meant to be stuck gathering wheat, melons, potatoes and worshipping squid for the rest of his life so he packed up and headed out into the world. He started out as a beggar in one of the many towns he would eventually make his rounds in. One day though, while he making his usual efforts, begging for the necessities, a rather wealthy-looking man walked up to him in the most outrageous clothing.
Stranger: “Hello there! Nice weather, aih?”
Rune: “Well depends on how you would see it...” muttering drearily and staring at the huge clothing.
Stranger: “My name is George McLeer! I be looking for a pair of hands to help me with this job. You seem fit enough. There’s a hot meal and pay waiting for you at the end!”
Rune: “Sure. When do you want me to start?”
Stranger:”Tomorrow, come by my place at dawn! Good day!”
Then the man named George sauntered away with a very bewildered Rune looking out after him. For the years following this exchange Rune became an apprentice to an architect. He was the one to carry out the most difficult jobs like help lift beams and eventually help the architect build or rebuild the more fancier houses up in the wealthier districts.
When Rune was thirty, he became a fully fledged builder and moved to the west side of a neighboring town across the river where married his wife Sophie and lived happily with her for many years. Everyday he would go out and help someone new with a house, expand and sell real-estate, or help friends rebuild their houses from minor things like fires and the such. Rune recalls much later that those ten years were the most happiest ones he has ever had and probably ever will. Then that fateful day when everything in Runes world turned upside down.
It was the fifth of Sunfire and everyone in Rune’s town was going about his or her business. Rune was busy building a house for an elderly couple who wanted to down size; currently though he was napping under an apple tree on a hill that overlooked the town. He was dreaming peacefully of his wife and eating cake when suddenly out of nowhere he was rudely awoken to screams of agony. In the distance he could see smoke raising on the east side of town, and heard the screams of men and women in pain as well as the clashing of iron. “Bandits! I must find Sophie and make sure she is safe!” He readied his ax and rushed down the hill and back into town. A couple men were trying to form up some kind of line before the onslaught of bandits but were cut down almost instantly. Rune kept going not even stopping to take revenge for his fallen friends, because he knew that more violence would only cause more pain. He turned another corner and ran right into Ron Harold the baker who half way swung his roller before seeing who it was.
Rune: “Have you seen Sophie?!” he shouted over the noise.
Ron: “No! I haven’t seen her since about an hour ago when she came and bought bread from me! She must be at home!”
Rune: “Thanks! Look out!”
A bandit was running at them full tilt with a very cruel looking sword. Ron swung his dough roller up at the incoming bandit and while the man ducked, Rune brought his ax up into the mans chest.
Then Rune was off again, making sure he waved to the baker on the way, this time making it to his house without much difficulty; although what he saw brought chills down his spine. there within a ring of dirty ragged looking men was his Sophie half naked shivering and shaking. Something snapped inside of him and rage boiled over. Everything blurred and when it finally came back into focus, Rune stared at what he had done. He was soaked in a red liquid...blood...a passing thought tells him. It was everywhere, everything was red, cloaked in crimson, body parts thrown every which way, and in the middle lay Sophie, dead. In his blind rage he had killed his own wife. Rune rushed over to her, bent down, lifted her up and wailed, and everyone in the town stopped fighting including the bandits because the sound was so lonely, sad, and inhuman. Everything went very quiet, and then all the people who were listening started at the sound of almost-maniacal laughter. “I killed them...I killed them! Hahaha they’re dead and now I have killed them! Killed them, killed them, killed them! Hahahaha! Killed ‘til they were...dead! But I have lost my Sophie! Where is she? I must find her!” He rushed off. The last one to see him, little Billy, who was no more than eight, saw a half-crazed, wild, almost rabid version of the kind man who helped build his parents home only a few days before. The little boy saw the man run full tilt into the night and that was the last time everyone from that village ever saw of Rune Longstrider. He went on and on for days without any food or water, before clasping on a bed of daises some sixty miles from where he started.
What he didn’t know at the time was that he had fallen on the gardens were tended by a group of kindly monks who inhabited a local temple of Strugunam. By fate, and because it was such a lovely day, a monk by the name of Stephen, came upon Rune. “Oh my! Brother David! Come give me a hand. This poor fellow looks to be have starved!” Stephen, with the help of David, carried him back to the temple and started the long process of treating a starved half-crazed man; not a very easy task. The first time Rune woke up he believed that the monks were really bandits and thought that they were trying to poison him so before a portly monk by the name of Tuben could feed him porridge, Rune was up in flash, striking the monk full in the jaw before running to one corner of the room. Where he sat on the floor and rocked back and forth. Rune seemed to be living in a dream for the past... he had lost track... He kept staring at a pool of water that had well up where he slept. Tuben the monk could hear him mumbling and arguing with himself. “These bandits...they’re trying to mess with my mind so that they laugh at me! At me...at me..at me! But they don’t to want to harm us! Yes they do because they are bandits and you killed them and your wife as well you fool! But they don’t act like bandits! True. Maybe they aren’t so bad...” Rune mumbled under his breath before snorting and replying “You weren’t so bad until you killed your wife!” When Tuben heard this rushed off to find some help.
Tuben went straight to the High Cleric for help and asked the High Cleric his opinion for he had quite a deal of knowledge on the topic of the mind. He recommended to leave food out for Rune and to teach him about the good things in life because, he said “The man seemed to be locked inside his mind, normally this occurs when a person suffers deep trauma. If we teach him the greater things in life he may come out of this stupor and back to sanity.” So for every meal, someone wold bring Rune food, and in the afternoon Tuben would read to him about life. Eventually Rune opened up to the kindly monks, slowly coming out of his misery, gained back his sanity, and learned many things from the monks. After many months of staying with the monks, Rune decided that it was time to go so he went to go talk with the High Cleric Joseph. Joseph was highly pleased at the miraculous success and was very happy to know that Rune, who had over the past couple of months become one of his friends, had fully recovered his sanity. Joseph’s parting words were “Rune, although you could came to us in a non-healthy state of mind, I am glad that you have come back to the world of reason and civility. Remember that peace and harmony can be found in all things and you will find a happy balance in life.” Rune thanked him, said goodbye to all the other monks who had helped him in the state that he had originally been in, and was off on the road again.
As he went, he spread the words and teaching of Strugunam to any who would listen. He has traveled around the four Kingdoms, building shelters for the less able and the old, making friends everywhere, and all the while spreading Strugunam’s messages.
He is kind and polite to everyone who talks with him although he doesn’t talk very much about his past, and gives advice when and where ever he is needed. Recently Rune had been staying with a friend who called himself Havren, a sea captain who knew these waters like the back of his hand, knew that there was a place left untouched by the spread of disease and anarchy that could be seen almost everywhere else in the world. His idea was to take his ship nicknamed Seawolf, bring as many friends as possible, and travel to this island that everyone kept talking about. They set out on the eve of the summer solstice. Although Rune was not much of a seafaring type of guy and could be seen almost all the time at the port side heaving as Seawolf plunged through the waves, they had a pretty calm voyage for the first few days. Like all sea voyages though in the summer the calm waters did not last. Two days out from the island they were hit by the worst summer storm in the history of the Kingdom of Ragnau. If Rune was sick in those first few calm waters, he was even worse in this weather. Seawolf was a very sleek ship, but with these winds and waves the boat didn’t last a few waves before breaking up. The last thing Rune could remember was the mast falling down on top of him and then, nothing. Fortunately for Rune, had gotten only a glancing blow to his head from a part of the broken mast.
There were some passing thoughts as he drifted in the waves. He could remember the feeling of floating as the waves slowly pushed his body up onto the shore. He could see a fuzzy image of a ring of strange-looking people staring down at him and whispering “Its a miracle anyone survived, let alone this old man.” “Shut it Dakir, be respectful even if he looks half dead.” “You know, he looks kind of like Old Man Axe...now that is peculiar...” Then everything was black and Rune gave himself fully to the darkness. He woke up a cozy bed with sunshine coming in through the windows, “Roland’s Basin, where every problem ends and peace begins.” he thought bitterly as he slowly felt the madness and the guilt creeping back in.
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What is your character's main goal? (Motivation):
---Mainly to help anyone down on their luck. To help the sick, or families of the sick as well. When he has a sanity laps though, all he wants is to find Sophie his long dead wife.
Strengths (Both physical and personality):
---Wizened in the ways of anything practical. Anything from building things, storytelling, Magic, to simply giving advice. I.E. a very good handyman.
Weaknesses (Both physical and personality):
---Has little to no respect for current political views, doesn’t like to talk about his past, has a seething hatred for any type of bandit, is not as fast as he was in his youth, and most recently has had lapses in his sanity. Cannot live near people he doesn’t know for very long, they may not be alive in the morning.
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Will your character likely join an existing faction? If so, which? If not, why not?:
---My character, because of being a long time traveler, has grown out of the habit to affiliate himself with one protocolar group of people. He has made friends in many but he doesn’t wish to get into all the politics and violence associated with it. I don’t know if there is anything like that, but my character is not a fighter, he likes to build things, not destroy them.
Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which? (See "Character Linking Aid". Please post a link to the topic.):
---nope.
In-Character-Responses (ICRs. For each scenario, write at least a paragraph describing entirely in-character how your character would respond to the situation.)
Walking down the streets of the Undercity, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
---Rage boils over, though Rune tries to suppress it, and Rune has a lapse of sanity. Hefting his favorite ax he would walk up to the thugs saying “You know what? You remind me of some bandits who were violating my wife right before I killed them! Killed them until them were dead! Hahaha!” He would laugh bitterly, “Now you’re going to join those men I killed....” If they don’t run and instead come at me saying “Your dead old man!”, I would crouch down and then spring up smacking the head of my ax up into the jaw the first one before dropping it and climbing on the back of the other. The first thug who clutches his jaw in agony goes out like a light where as the other is down .
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You've been lost in the tunnels for nearly a week without food, and come across a small independent settlement.
---I would walk into that town and ask the town leader or Innkeeper for a hot meal and a bed in exchange for odd jobs to do around town, mainly building things but all so running around an doing chores for people to get as much money as I can to buy some food.
Rune: “there must be something I could do for you.”
Innkeeper: “Actually there is could you bring this supplies to old grannie Smith who up on a hill a few miles from here. Normally I wouldn’t be asking a---”
Rune: “--old man?”
Innkeeper, looking flustered: “Well yes!”
Rune: “I am much more fit then what my age tells you i bring Grannie Smith these apples.”
Innkeeper: “Thank you sir! In exchange, I will give you a cake that I have been baking in my oven!”
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You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
---I would walk straight up to him.
Rune: “Hello good sir! Its to bad really, such a wonderful day to be spent down on your luck.”
Hobo: “Hello to ye too. Could happen to spare me a measly piece of food?”
Rune: “I was going to save this for my dinner but here you go. I remember what it feels to be starving, and you look like you need it a lot more than I do.”
Hobo looks chest fallen. “Alright. Thank you, you are most kind!”
Rune: *Wave to the homeless man and walk away*
In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
--I would turn around, look him straight in the eye, not moving until he either looks away or flinches, and ask him “Is it worth insulting an old man’s mother?” Then I would finish the serious look with a joke; saying something along the lines of “your probably right! I haven’t seen my mum since we buried her! I wouldn’t want to think of how she looks like now!” He would most likely “respond with a smart comeback like “uh, ummm....well...” Then I would go back to eating. Now if he had insulted my long-dead wife, thats a different story all together; he would have been seen dead on the floor of the bar.
You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
---I would turn to her and bend slightly in the manner of politeness and say cheerfully “Good afternoon child! That is a most beautiful necklace! May I inquire as to where you got it?
Woman: “Thank you! Today is my husband and I’s anniversary and this was his gift to me!”
Rune: “Lucky for any man to have given such a beautiful necklace to match such a stunning lady!”
Woman, laughing: “They should call you Silver-tongue, if you weren’t so old I’d say you shouldn’t be talking to me in this way!”
Rune: “Well I must be off! Its been fun chatting with such a stunning woman! Tah tah for now!
Woman, giggled: “Good day Sir!”
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Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?
---For the classes, so are they so limited that an architect can’t use swords? Because wouldn’t that cause a problem when the Apocalypse happens and every flees into the dark where all the zombies and skeletons hang out?
Other notes: I’m slightly new at the whole roleplaying server idea, so I am a bit unfamiliar with installing and downloading plug-ins, spout, and the such on a mac.