--OOC Information— Minecraft IGN: Yamikanzi Prior Roleplay Experience: I have been playing in traditional and text-only tabletop roleplaying games for over five years both in-person and online. While the world of Minecraft RP is something entirely new to me, I am eager to learn and try something new! Define Power-gaming in your own words: I understand power-gaming to be where individuals write their way out of situations that their character would not be realistically be able to do; it’s the kid on the playground who is playing pretend with his friends, who suddenly declares that he has a special remote that can let him get past his friend’s force field. Define Meta-gaming in your own words: Meta-gaming is when your character has knowledge of events/information that they would not realistically have, but the player does. Define Role-Playing in your own words: Role-Playing is where you take on the roles and persona of a character and play as them. It is acting out the character of another person: fake, fiction, or somewhere in-between.
--IC Information— Character name: Mayuko Sanbasuto Race: Human Age: 24 Gender: Female
Character Description:
The woman before you is tall and strong-looking, standing 5’10” in height with broad shoulders. Perhaps what stands out most about Mayuko is her eyes, or lack thereof one. A metal eyepatch, held in place by a leather strap that wraps around her head, covers her right eye. Her left is soft grey-blue color; the color of a dead sky during a frigid, harsh winter. Her hair, which is colored a dark brown, like walnut wood, is kept in a ponytail and out of her face by a strand of red ribbon. Her features are plain-looking: lips and brows thin, furrowed to match a stern-looking frown. Her skin, while genetically fair, is tanned from hours spent working in sunlight, her hands calloused. There is a tattoo of a small sigil on her left shoulder.
The clothing she wears is well-worn and hardly a pinnacle of fashion, made from simple wool, linen, and leather. Although she wears leather gauntlets over her arms and a protective leather skirt hugs her thighs, the material is hardly anything more than repurposed pieces of mismatched clothing stitched together, and provides little in the way of actual protection. From the way she keeps her shoulders wound-tight with adrenaline, and her only visible eye somehow more emotionless than the one behind her eyepatch, you get the sense that this woman isn’t exactly the type for casual conversation.
Character Occupation: (Optional)
Very much a drifter, Mayuko isn’t one to shy away from manual labor in order to earn extra scratch. While she is hardly a blacksmith or carpenter, she’s got the muscle to move around ore or assist in raising the frame of a house. However, she much prefers working alone, and has found a niche working as a hunter of both animals and wanted humanoids alike. While she doesn’t quite consider herself a bounty hunter and prefers the comparatively safer task of hunting down deer or beaver, she has more than once lent her skills as a sword for hire.
Character Personality/Traits: “When everything collapses, it’s not the falling that kills you. It’s the sudden stop at the end.”
Pragmatist. Calculating and cold. Prickly. Just some of the words used to describe Mayuko, and that’s by those who she would consider to be close to. To her, the wars and conflicts that have ravaged Saphriel are nothing but a maddening confluence of factors she cannot control. As a result, Mayuko’s primary concern is for her own wellbeing and fulfilling her own desires. She’s been called selfish in that regard, and it isn’t exactly wrong. Though her desires aren’t malevolent, she has few qualms about resorting to morally gray means to fulfill them. She does have a kind enough heart to consider helping people out, especially if she feels like the situation they are in isn’t their fault. She very much believes that mark of a person is how they respond to the difficult situations in their life, and how they overcome them.
While she usually gives off a level-headed and cool presence, she can be quick to anger. Physical pain can elicit an immediate, almost animalistic response from her, which she deals with by physically lashing out. While her anger sometimes comes white-hot and all consuming, it is always quick to boil over if she is given a proper outlet. At the end of the day, Mayuko will usually fall on the right side of the fence. Underneath her cold exterior and bursts of irritation is someone who just wants to feel like she is a part of something and is appreciated.
Character Biography:
The rise of Valis’ Cult. The Demon Wars. The dangerous Void Realm. A plague of undead. The battles with the witches of Acadia. These are all events that have brought much suffering and death to the people of Saphriel, and they are all events that have been made possible, or at least made much worse, by the harnessing of magic. Every empire has its challengers, and the exponentially higher strength of those in power—often those with access to magical artifacts or magical talents—invites strength equal or greater in comparison. Such challenge, as has been observed over and over again, brings catastrophe.
These are the beliefs of the peasant Mayuko Sanbasuto. Her great, great grandparents hailed from lands outside of Saphriel, relocating to a small and nondescript fishing village along the coast of Saphriel just before the start of the Pact War. Many members of her ancestry lived chaotic lives during the war, never truly settling down and simply traveling with other bands of refugees, in a struggle to simply stay alive. Many of these relatives would fight in the war, and many perished on the battlefield. Her parents grew up in Barkamsted and lived most of their lives within the city; although they avoided the nomadic nature of their own parents and grandparents, their lives were nonetheless dominated by the Pact War, and the growing fear that eventually the final bastion of Barkamsted would fall.
Thankfully, such a fate was avoided. Mayuko was born prior to the reclamation of Falkvard and is the only child to her parents. As peasants, she and her family lived a quiet life just outside the shadows of the ongoing politics of the realm, although they certainly felt their influence. Both her father and mother worked to provide for their small family: her father ran a small trap line and her mother worked as a maid. Her father was a rather bitter man, hardened by the loss of family and friends during the Pact War. In particular, he was jealous over his lack of a gift for natural magic despite a strong potential for arcane talents within his lineage. These beliefs would rub off on Mayuko, who grew highly distrustful of magic users growing up during the Demon Wars and hearing horror stories of the Void Realm.
The most important day of Mayuko’s life came when the Ca’Liar invasion brought the beast-folk invaders to the city of Barkamsted. During the attack, Mayuko’s home was swept up in the action: the then 16 year old Mayuko was seized and slashed across her face, permanently damaging her right eye. Her parents were slain as they tried to protect their daughter, who would survive her wounds. Mayuko was devastated, choosing to honor her parents by tattooing their family crest on her shoulder. From there, the orphaned Mayuko would find herself thrown into a world that had little patience for her. Learning to fend for herself, she would make her way away from her home of Barkamsted with the goal of reaching Falkvard to start a new life.
Other/Extra: (Images, notes, etc.)
--Scenarios—
Please give us a roleplay response to both of these scenarios, at least one paragraph each:
A small riot breaks out in Barkamsted between Humans and Pact races. They're quickly gaining the attention of the guards as the situation escalates. Your character is somehow swept up into the crowd as the situation grows more dangerous, what do they do?
The tension here was palpable. All of a sudden, Mayuko was sixteen years old again; the energy in the air was the same as the day the Ca’Liar attacked her home of Barkamsted. The memories of screaming, panicked footsteps, shoving, bleeding, dying—sounds and sensations bombard her senses. People are shoving her in either direction and she is pushed, hard, from behind. Snapping out of her memory she reacts just in time to catch herself and avoid hitting the ground. Anger and adrenaline are controlling her actions now, motivating her to pick herself back up and—
She sees the person who pushed her and—
She doesn’t even remember balling her hand into a fist and—
Pain shoots up her arm as her fist connects with their jaw, sending them spiraling into a heap and—
The guard is all around her, barking orders and beating back aggressors. As she breathes hard through her nostrils, she thinks back to words of wisdom provided by her father. A rabid dog is always the first to be put down. This was not a battle she needed to fight. She turns on her heels and flees, her anger dissipating and leaving an empty chasm in her stomach so great that she realizes how much she misses her father and his wisdom.
For whatever reason, your character finds themselves in an ancient tomb, the walls thick with brambles and foliage. From up ahead, you spy what appears to be a shambling mound of something. It pauses, quivers and moans. What do they do?
Mayuko freezes, a chill running up her spine. Her hand drops to the weapon she keeps on her person, mind racing. She sums up the large mound, summarizing it and debating if her skill would allow it to be taken. She wasn’t one to take unnecessary risks. —Well, most of the time.
She drops low to the ground, holding her breath to steady herself. Just what is this creature? Did it make this tomb its home? And would it view her as an intruder? All questions that she didn’t want to wait to figure out the answer too. As quickly and as quietly as she can, she seeks a better vantage point well outside the range of any stray vine or tendril the mound could send lashing her way.
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--OOC Information—
Minecraft IGN: Yamikanzi
Prior Roleplay Experience: I have been playing in traditional and text-only tabletop roleplaying games for over five years both in-person and online. While the world of Minecraft RP is something entirely new to me, I am eager to learn and try something new!
Define Power-gaming in your own words: I understand power-gaming to be where individuals write their way out of situations that their character would not be realistically be able to do; it’s the kid on the playground who is playing pretend with his friends, who suddenly declares that he has a special remote that can let him get past his friend’s force field.
Define Meta-gaming in your own words: Meta-gaming is when your character has knowledge of events/information that they would not realistically have, but the player does.
Define Role-Playing in your own words: Role-Playing is where you take on the roles and persona of a character and play as them. It is acting out the character of another person: fake, fiction, or somewhere in-between.
--IC Information—
Character name: Mayuko Sanbasuto
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Character Description:
The woman before you is tall and strong-looking, standing 5’10” in height with broad shoulders. Perhaps what stands out most about Mayuko is her eyes, or lack thereof one. A metal eyepatch, held in place by a leather strap that wraps around her head, covers her right eye. Her left is soft grey-blue color; the color of a dead sky during a frigid, harsh winter. Her hair, which is colored a dark brown, like walnut wood, is kept in a ponytail and out of her face by a strand of red ribbon. Her features are plain-looking: lips and brows thin, furrowed to match a stern-looking frown. Her skin, while genetically fair, is tanned from hours spent working in sunlight, her hands calloused. There is a tattoo of a small sigil on her left shoulder.
The clothing she wears is well-worn and hardly a pinnacle of fashion, made from simple wool, linen, and leather. Although she wears leather gauntlets over her arms and a protective leather skirt hugs her thighs, the material is hardly anything more than repurposed pieces of mismatched clothing stitched together, and provides little in the way of actual protection. From the way she keeps her shoulders wound-tight with adrenaline, and her only visible eye somehow more emotionless than the one behind her eyepatch, you get the sense that this woman isn’t exactly the type for casual conversation.
Character Occupation: (Optional)
Very much a drifter, Mayuko isn’t one to shy away from manual labor in order to earn extra scratch. While she is hardly a blacksmith or carpenter, she’s got the muscle to move around ore or assist in raising the frame of a house. However, she much prefers working alone, and has found a niche working as a hunter of both animals and wanted humanoids alike. While she doesn’t quite consider herself a bounty hunter and prefers the comparatively safer task of hunting down deer or beaver, she has more than once lent her skills as a sword for hire.
Character Personality/Traits:
“When everything collapses, it’s not the falling that kills you. It’s the sudden stop at the end.”
Pragmatist. Calculating and cold. Prickly. Just some of the words used to describe Mayuko, and that’s by those who she would consider to be close to. To her, the wars and conflicts that have ravaged Saphriel are nothing but a maddening confluence of factors she cannot control. As a result, Mayuko’s primary concern is for her own wellbeing and fulfilling her own desires. She’s been called selfish in that regard, and it isn’t exactly wrong. Though her desires aren’t malevolent, she has few qualms about resorting to morally gray means to fulfill them. She does have a kind enough heart to consider helping people out, especially if she feels like the situation they are in isn’t their fault. She very much believes that mark of a person is how they respond to the difficult situations in their life, and how they overcome them.
While she usually gives off a level-headed and cool presence, she can be quick to anger. Physical pain can elicit an immediate, almost animalistic response from her, which she deals with by physically lashing out. While her anger sometimes comes white-hot and all consuming, it is always quick to boil over if she is given a proper outlet. At the end of the day, Mayuko will usually fall on the right side of the fence. Underneath her cold exterior and bursts of irritation is someone who just wants to feel like she is a part of something and is appreciated.
Character Biography:
The rise of Valis’ Cult. The Demon Wars. The dangerous Void Realm. A plague of undead. The battles with the witches of Acadia. These are all events that have brought much suffering and death to the people of Saphriel, and they are all events that have been made possible, or at least made much worse, by the harnessing of magic. Every empire has its challengers, and the exponentially higher strength of those in power—often those with access to magical artifacts or magical talents—invites strength equal or greater in comparison. Such challenge, as has been observed over and over again, brings catastrophe.
These are the beliefs of the peasant Mayuko Sanbasuto. Her great, great grandparents hailed from lands outside of Saphriel, relocating to a small and nondescript fishing village along the coast of Saphriel just before the start of the Pact War. Many members of her ancestry lived chaotic lives during the war, never truly settling down and simply traveling with other bands of refugees, in a struggle to simply stay alive. Many of these relatives would fight in the war, and many perished on the battlefield. Her parents grew up in Barkamsted and lived most of their lives within the city; although they avoided the nomadic nature of their own parents and grandparents, their lives were nonetheless dominated by the Pact War, and the growing fear that eventually the final bastion of Barkamsted would fall.
Thankfully, such a fate was avoided. Mayuko was born prior to the reclamation of Falkvard and is the only child to her parents. As peasants, she and her family lived a quiet life just outside the shadows of the ongoing politics of the realm, although they certainly felt their influence. Both her father and mother worked to provide for their small family: her father ran a small trap line and her mother worked as a maid. Her father was a rather bitter man, hardened by the loss of family and friends during the Pact War. In particular, he was jealous over his lack of a gift for natural magic despite a strong potential for arcane talents within his lineage. These beliefs would rub off on Mayuko, who grew highly distrustful of magic users growing up during the Demon Wars and hearing horror stories of the Void Realm.
The most important day of Mayuko’s life came when the Ca’Liar invasion brought the beast-folk invaders to the city of Barkamsted. During the attack, Mayuko’s home was swept up in the action: the then 16 year old Mayuko was seized and slashed across her face, permanently damaging her right eye. Her parents were slain as they tried to protect their daughter, who would survive her wounds. Mayuko was devastated, choosing to honor her parents by tattooing their family crest on her shoulder. From there, the orphaned Mayuko would find herself thrown into a world that had little patience for her. Learning to fend for herself, she would make her way away from her home of Barkamsted with the goal of reaching Falkvard to start a new life.
Other/Extra: (Images, notes, etc.)
--Scenarios—
Please give us a roleplay response to both of these scenarios, at least one paragraph each:
A small riot breaks out in Barkamsted between Humans and Pact races. They're quickly gaining the attention of the guards as the situation escalates. Your character is somehow swept up into the crowd as the situation grows more dangerous, what do they do?
The tension here was palpable. All of a sudden, Mayuko was sixteen years old again; the energy in the air was the same as the day the Ca’Liar attacked her home of Barkamsted. The memories of screaming, panicked footsteps, shoving, bleeding, dying—sounds and sensations bombard her senses. People are shoving her in either direction and she is pushed, hard, from behind. Snapping out of her memory she reacts just in time to catch herself and avoid hitting the ground. Anger and adrenaline are controlling her actions now, motivating her to pick herself back up and—
She sees the person who pushed her and—
She doesn’t even remember balling her hand into a fist and—
Pain shoots up her arm as her fist connects with their jaw, sending them spiraling into a heap and—
The guard is all around her, barking orders and beating back aggressors. As she breathes hard through her nostrils, she thinks back to words of wisdom provided by her father. A rabid dog is always the first to be put down. This was not a battle she needed to fight. She turns on her heels and flees, her anger dissipating and leaving an empty chasm in her stomach so great that she realizes how much she misses her father and his wisdom.
For whatever reason, your character finds themselves in an ancient tomb, the walls thick with brambles and foliage. From up ahead, you spy what appears to be a shambling mound of something. It pauses, quivers and moans. What do they do?
Mayuko freezes, a chill running up her spine. Her hand drops to the weapon she keeps on her person, mind racing. She sums up the large mound, summarizing it and debating if her skill would allow it to be taken. She wasn’t one to take unnecessary risks. —Well, most of the time.
She drops low to the ground, holding her breath to steady herself. Just what is this creature? Did it make this tomb its home? And would it view her as an intruder? All questions that she didn’t want to wait to figure out the answer too. As quickly and as quietly as she can, she seeks a better vantage point well outside the range of any stray vine or tendril the mound could send lashing her way.