OOC Section
Minecraft Username: kononme3
Discord Username: luckylicky
How did you hear about us?(Referral Bonus): @albey
Are you at or above the age of 18, and do you understand that this is an 18+ community?: Yes
Have you read over and agree to our rules?: Yes
Please rewrite OOC Rule #2 in your own words: Do not discriminate in any way, shape or form.
In your own words, describe the following:
Metagaming: Using OOC knowledge IC to player's advantage unfairly without having the character find out IC.
Powergaming: Giving false information OOC to someone for IC advantage without consulting the players or letting them know.
Character Name: Tier Beholden
Character Age: 26 years
She is accustomed to this. The world is not a place that gives freely. It is neither cruel nor kind... it just *is*, simple as that. And what *is* requires participation, requires work whether it be honest or bloody. Tier herself deals in both. Whatever is the simplest, she takes on. Not the easiest, no, for easy is quite *boring*. It leaves a stale taste in her mouth like she's drunken stagnant water. Blood, sweat and tears are the salt and copper flavor of the world which she happily laps from.
On some days, she kills. On others like this, she works. In the garden of her new home, Tier has her long haired tied back. She has no reason to do this other than simple pleasure, though to her, any task at all can be defined as such. The mammal shifters are known for their physical prowess, and she is no exception. She does not puff from exertion, hardly has to reach up to wipe sweat from her brow. Tier's long hair, despite being female, does reflect her capabilities. Though it is not limited to mere fighting.
Parsnip, potato, carrots. Someday there might be decorative flowers in this here garden- currently more like a farm than anything else. Someday, they will plant their roots past the perfunctory and truly bloom. Today, it is simply the items needed to survive. It will make a good soup. They will take the meat they'd bought from the market and pour it in, and then perhaps they will share with their neighbors.
She plucks a carrot from the ground and stares.
Someday, in their place, there might be something pretty. She's thinking butterflybush.
Minecraft Username: kononme3
Discord Username: luckylicky
How did you hear about us?(Referral Bonus): @albey
Are you at or above the age of 18, and do you understand that this is an 18+ community?: Yes
Have you read over and agree to our rules?: Yes
Please rewrite OOC Rule #2 in your own words: Do not discriminate in any way, shape or form.
In your own words, describe the following:
Metagaming: Using OOC knowledge IC to player's advantage unfairly without having the character find out IC.
Powergaming: Giving false information OOC to someone for IC advantage without consulting the players or letting them know.
Character Name: Tier Beholden
Character Age: 26 years
She is accustomed to this. The world is not a place that gives freely. It is neither cruel nor kind... it just *is*, simple as that. And what *is* requires participation, requires work whether it be honest or bloody. Tier herself deals in both. Whatever is the simplest, she takes on. Not the easiest, no, for easy is quite *boring*. It leaves a stale taste in her mouth like she's drunken stagnant water. Blood, sweat and tears are the salt and copper flavor of the world which she happily laps from.
On some days, she kills. On others like this, she works. In the garden of her new home, Tier has her long haired tied back. She has no reason to do this other than simple pleasure, though to her, any task at all can be defined as such. The mammal shifters are known for their physical prowess, and she is no exception. She does not puff from exertion, hardly has to reach up to wipe sweat from her brow. Tier's long hair, despite being female, does reflect her capabilities. Though it is not limited to mere fighting.
Parsnip, potato, carrots. Someday there might be decorative flowers in this here garden- currently more like a farm than anything else. Someday, they will plant their roots past the perfunctory and truly bloom. Today, it is simply the items needed to survive. It will make a good soup. They will take the meat they'd bought from the market and pour it in, and then perhaps they will share with their neighbors.
She plucks a carrot from the ground and stares.
Someday, in their place, there might be something pretty. She's thinking butterflybush.