Minecraft Username: Meilline_Sasame
Age: 23
Country & Timezone: Switzerland
Read the Kings Law, Code of Conducts, Official Lore, and the Player Guides?: Yes
Define Metagaming & Powergaming?: Metagaming: Using information obtained outside of roleplay in roleplay Powergaming: To play a overly powerfull character, without taking into account fairness and logic
Do we allow Xray mods or X-Ray texture packs?: No
Tell us about yourself!: Hiya yall, I'm Meilline, you can call me Mei, am an asperger autist, and feel pretty comfy about that fact~ Been roleplaying since 2012 and dming since 2018. And overall I'm not going to be overly active as I have many things taking my time, but I'm interested in picking minecraft roleplay again
Referral: Internet is my friend for that~
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{Character Section}
Character Name: Iseabail O'Brolchain
Age: 23
Race: Human - Daoine
Appearance: She is smaller than usual for her culture. Her hair is ginger and she has hazel colored eyes (with a scar accross the left eye.)
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Written Test (Min: 400 words): Life hadn’t been kind to Iseabail O'Brolchain. That’s often what she would be told when nonchalantly telling stories of her past. Between dumbly losing sight in her left eye when she fell in a tumultuous river, to the hunger she’d grown with most of her life due to poverty. She did not feel like it was that bad though “I mean, sure, I was hungry to the point of even eating mushrooms I did not recognize, but I was quite lucky in only getting really bad stomach aches when that happened.” She’d declared in a monotonous tone to her interlocutor, a cheeky grin breaking her usually impassive face. “And I did discover that plants are quite fascinating !” She’d chuckled to herself, as she stated that, an amused glint lighting her only eye. “Especially in how a poisonous plant can have healing properties in small quantities, or how too much of something usually healthy can be detrimental” She’d seemed quite passionate about the subject, speaking about it in a joyful manner. She looked at the person she was talking to, going back to her usual resting face, a deadpan expression that would seem aggressive to someone that didn’t know her. “Speaking about potions and poisons, you’ll have to tell me how the one you just drank makes you feel, I experimented with some of the local plants” Her interlocutor turned pale as she said that, quickly leaving the table they were sharing. “Tss, can’t take a lil’ joke now can you ?” This was also usual to the ginger woman, she’d always struggled with understanding her kin, trying to adopt their jokes, sarcasm or even caring about them. Well, she did care, sometimes, maybe, even she wasn’t sure, as she wasn’t certain what ‘caring’ looked like. “Mmh, I should go home shouldn’t I?” Speaking to herself had become a habit, as well as rubbing her scar when upset, and she was. She tried hard to fit in, and wondered if she should continue with those efforts, as they were particularly tiresome, especially because people assumed, presumed and speculated a lot more than they spoke their heart out, while she would tell someone to their face she didn’t like them. That’s why she was given the cold shoulder by her family as well, too blunt for their liking. Well she didn’t care about them anymore, that she was sure of, as she had taken up traveling in her early teens, abandoning her family and following and learning from observing people. |
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