Asher
Loyal Servant of Altera
1. UnitedKibbles
2. 16
3. Canada
4. yes
5. Metagaming is when yourself in real life learns something that is going to or has happened in RP, but your character in-game doesn't know and you act upon it. An example is when you learn of an attack on your town through a chat with someone in real life, and say that there will be an attack in the game. Powergaming is when your character controls another action in the RP or they have to win every single battle, and/or escape with no wounds.
6. no
7. Wandering Ranger (Wanderer_Joe)
8. I always listen to music, my favorite genre of music to listen to is pop I love Ed Sheeran. I also love writing stories when I get the time and have published some on Wattpad. My favorite games include- Destiny 2, WolfQuest, Spore, and Skyrim. I have three adorable black and white cats, as well as a dog. My dog's name is Ahria and my cats are named Gippeto, Precious, and Max; I have a slightly younger brother too. I like How to Train Your Dragon, Stranger Things, Riverdale, and Criminal Minds.
9. I have a Wattpad where I have uploaded two stories! Here's the link so you can check them out if you like- https://www.wattpad.com/user/wilddasies
10. Galaxy: (GalaxyCrazyWolf)
Character Name: Aryn
Age: 31
Character Race: Forest Elf
Appearance: Aryn has long lightish brown hair, in her hair, she has a few flowers on the side of her head. Her skin is fairly tanned while her eyes are a light forest green. She wears a short dress with the top half being off the shoulder, dyed green cotton. The bottom of her dress is brown leather.
Written Test:
It was mid-day, and a wood elf made her way through the summer forests. Hunting, she had a wooden bow slung over her shoulder, her quiver carrying many an arrow. Her name was Aryn, a lively young forest elf of whom lived in the nearby grove.
Hearing leaves shiver, she crouched low to the ground, every step carefully placed to avoid walking over any twigs or leaves that would give away her location. Hearing the small rustle again, she turned to the side and drew up her bow, sure that something was there. After a few moments, a plump rabbit appeared from the depths of a shrub, proceding to chew on some sweetgrass. Aryn quickly nocked her shortbow, hearing a small shriek as the rodent was hit clean in the neck.
Dusting herself off, she walked over to her fresh kill, putting a hand to its warm body while muttering a prayer to Theodra. She then picked it up by its stubby legs, slipped her bow back to her shoulder and met up with the rest of the hunting patrol, and they began to make their way back to their loved ones.
Slowly voices began to sound out, echoing from tree to tree. Some sounded like small children, joyously playing with one another. Others were the beautiful melodies of lutes. Aryn sighed, the music's tune reminding her of all the times she had fallen asleep when she had thought she'd be up the whole night, and her lust for learning the way around it's beautiful strings. Stepping over the thorn bushes in her path, she waved at the her friends in the small clearing. For the most part they were older adults, skilled in their crafts. However, a few youths were present, their shining eyes a happy sight.
“Aryn! Your back!”
A small, squeaky voice made Aryn smile as a small boy ran to her. Her little brother reminded her of herself often, as he was an exact copy of her — or would be, if they weren't the opposite gender.
“Hey, bud!”
Aryn knelt down to his level and disheveled his hair, a warm laugh escaping his small mouth, and he embraced her quickly. Bouncing back, he started jumping.
“What did you get?!”
Farren's emerald eyes were wide with admiration and his mouth watering as Aryn held up her catch.
“Come on! Let's get this to Mother.”
She stood up again they walked to her Eldnarí. They climbed up the rope ladder, walking straight into their doorless home. A willowy and musical voice travelled to their ears as Farren shouted that Aryn had come back
“Aryn, you're back! Did you catch anything?”
She handed the rabbit to the half blind woman. Her mother carefully carrsed the rodent's now cold body, nodding in approvement.
“It will make a lovely meal!”
Satifaction and pride soared through the woman's speech, and she quickly signaled for her children to follow her to the fire and help skin and prepare the food.
(Word count: 498)
2. 16
3. Canada
4. yes
5. Metagaming is when yourself in real life learns something that is going to or has happened in RP, but your character in-game doesn't know and you act upon it. An example is when you learn of an attack on your town through a chat with someone in real life, and say that there will be an attack in the game. Powergaming is when your character controls another action in the RP or they have to win every single battle, and/or escape with no wounds.
6. no
7. Wandering Ranger (Wanderer_Joe)
8. I always listen to music, my favorite genre of music to listen to is pop I love Ed Sheeran. I also love writing stories when I get the time and have published some on Wattpad. My favorite games include- Destiny 2, WolfQuest, Spore, and Skyrim. I have three adorable black and white cats, as well as a dog. My dog's name is Ahria and my cats are named Gippeto, Precious, and Max; I have a slightly younger brother too. I like How to Train Your Dragon, Stranger Things, Riverdale, and Criminal Minds.
9. I have a Wattpad where I have uploaded two stories! Here's the link so you can check them out if you like- https://www.wattpad.com/user/wilddasies
10. Galaxy: (GalaxyCrazyWolf)
Character Name: Aryn
Age: 31
Character Race: Forest Elf
Appearance: Aryn has long lightish brown hair, in her hair, she has a few flowers on the side of her head. Her skin is fairly tanned while her eyes are a light forest green. She wears a short dress with the top half being off the shoulder, dyed green cotton. The bottom of her dress is brown leather.
Written Test:
It was mid-day, and a wood elf made her way through the summer forests. Hunting, she had a wooden bow slung over her shoulder, her quiver carrying many an arrow. Her name was Aryn, a lively young forest elf of whom lived in the nearby grove.
Hearing leaves shiver, she crouched low to the ground, every step carefully placed to avoid walking over any twigs or leaves that would give away her location. Hearing the small rustle again, she turned to the side and drew up her bow, sure that something was there. After a few moments, a plump rabbit appeared from the depths of a shrub, proceding to chew on some sweetgrass. Aryn quickly nocked her shortbow, hearing a small shriek as the rodent was hit clean in the neck.
Dusting herself off, she walked over to her fresh kill, putting a hand to its warm body while muttering a prayer to Theodra. She then picked it up by its stubby legs, slipped her bow back to her shoulder and met up with the rest of the hunting patrol, and they began to make their way back to their loved ones.
Slowly voices began to sound out, echoing from tree to tree. Some sounded like small children, joyously playing with one another. Others were the beautiful melodies of lutes. Aryn sighed, the music's tune reminding her of all the times she had fallen asleep when she had thought she'd be up the whole night, and her lust for learning the way around it's beautiful strings. Stepping over the thorn bushes in her path, she waved at the her friends in the small clearing. For the most part they were older adults, skilled in their crafts. However, a few youths were present, their shining eyes a happy sight.
“Aryn! Your back!”
A small, squeaky voice made Aryn smile as a small boy ran to her. Her little brother reminded her of herself often, as he was an exact copy of her — or would be, if they weren't the opposite gender.
“Hey, bud!”
Aryn knelt down to his level and disheveled his hair, a warm laugh escaping his small mouth, and he embraced her quickly. Bouncing back, he started jumping.
“What did you get?!”
Farren's emerald eyes were wide with admiration and his mouth watering as Aryn held up her catch.
“Come on! Let's get this to Mother.”
She stood up again they walked to her Eldnarí. They climbed up the rope ladder, walking straight into their doorless home. A willowy and musical voice travelled to their ears as Farren shouted that Aryn had come back
“Aryn, you're back! Did you catch anything?”
She handed the rabbit to the half blind woman. Her mother carefully carrsed the rodent's now cold body, nodding in approvement.
“It will make a lovely meal!”
Satifaction and pride soared through the woman's speech, and she quickly signaled for her children to follow her to the fire and help skin and prepare the food.
(Word count: 498)
