Name: Strelok Age: 28 Why do you want to join this campaign? Because I haven't had game in over 5 years of looking for one and everyone declining me?
How familiar are you with Dungeons and Dragons? decently well enough What types of Roleplay games have you played? (e.g. D&D any addition, Shadowrun, SLA industries, World of Darkness: Vampire Masquerade, Werewolf the Apocalypse, Mage the Ascension, Star Wars) I'm more of a open-world survival crafting game kind of person, I take into account my environment when I play Table-top games and try to use terrain and local resources to my advantage, but my ultimate goal in any sort of these games is creating infrastructures, such as roads and trails between camps/settlements, appropriate buildings for each of my needs such as building for masonry, metalworking, a sawmill, a carpenter's hut, a herbalist's hut, hunter's lodge, various other sorts of buildings, including logistics buildings such as Caravansaries and Barns and Warehouses Are there any limitations to your roleplay? If so, what are they? I don't play as female characters, that's all How long would you like this campaign to go on for/how long can you commit to it? as long as you are willing to let me stay Give me one paragraph describing a tormented character. I'll give you an example from a game that happened to me in the past. My character did a 180 and turned into the New Big Bad Evil Guy at the last session of the game There Viktor Gloom stood, in the face of all the most uncanny of things that could potentially have happened to him, the fact that his lineage would be found out and put to the daylight was now in front of him. His disheveled appearance of a woodsman, a forest Witch held the court in disdain. "How did he let himself go like this? Why has he dressed like a savage?" the court questioned him. Viktor's mind was reeling, re-living his past trauma in what seemed like hours for what were actually mere moments. Viktor, usually always and only spoke in a rustic elvish with a backwoods accent, to make him stand much further away from his lineage, but now, the facts were laid bare, his secret revealed, his identity known: Azarov Von Evergloom of House Von Evergloom, one of the most well-known families in the region just only a few hundred years ago that had vanished from the records of history, as if struck by a curse. Viktor, the only descendant of this ancient family, now at the mercy of the court.. for now. Viktor decided to do the only thing that felt natural to him when circled by foes: He used his magic to snare every single person within 60 feet of him in tall grass and thorns, as per his witchcraft. The banquet hall's marble floor cracked and broke, making way for the flora and barbs to wrap around every single creature within the hall. Screams of panic and cries of pain echoed throughout the Hall, the guards too, could do nothing, as everyone was wrapped tightly, all but Viktor and his party... and the small man that had revealed his identity. Viktor's eyes were green with elemental energies, his hands crackling with witch-borne powers. He walked, slowly, towards his now declared enemy, the little man tried backing away, but only backed into a large carnivorous plant that Viktor had just conjured. The plant grabbed the execrable little tattle-tale as Viktor made his way towards the man. Viktor started talking, this time, in a very posh and impeccable high elven accent: "You. You decided to ruin my new life, as your forebears did so long ago, you took it upon yourself to study me, to stalk me, to make me your prey, only to have me facing the people I loathe and then reveal, plain as day, my heritage? I swore to keep myself out of the affairs of mortals and other city dwellers, I've restricted myself to nothing but pure survivalist for the sake of not being found out once again by my enemies, but because of this... Landgrab, this race towards becoming the ruler of the Stolen Lands, I was made involved with humanity once again due to my intimate knowledge of this region. I originally refused, countless times I refused to help mortals with their tasks of taming the lands, but only because I was promised a parcel of land that could be legally my own, where I could do as I saw fit, did I accept to take into the game of thrones". Viktor then, for the first time in over a hundred years, made himself clear to all people in the room: He spoke in common. "It is true. I am Azarov Von Evergloom of House Evergloom, the last living member of this dead dynasty, heir to all its riches... as if it even meant anything" Viktor spat. "My name, Von Evergloom, was erased from history due to a coup perpetrated over a hundred years ago by filthy, greedy, lecherous so-called Noble Houses of our ever so benevolent benefactor: Brevoy". Viktor cast another spell, a witch's cackle, which sent the entire room into a frenzy of fear and screams of horror and pain. Viktor was not done. "You see, it was the Swordlords of Restov that approved the raid, pillaging, genocide, and sacking as well as the eradication of our family within the lands of Brevoy. It was they who threw us to our death, on the night of my nineteenth year alive in this world. I was but an infant in elven standards when I fled into the woods of the Stolen Lands. Today, I stand before your barely a man in my culture, still but an adolescent in elvish years. Man has taken from me my first hundred years in the plane of existence, and as such, I have learned skills that which none of you know, I have knowledge of more forest lore than the most veteran of your rangers, even elven ones, as they may have trained in the wilderness, but I was raised in t, molded by it, shapen to specific conditioning. I have learned Witchcraft from the entities that dwell deep within the Fae Groves of the Stolen Lands. I am the Forest. More so than this Staglord ever could claim to be, he was naught but a usurper to my position in the Stolen Lands, but I let him take this position, as I had no ambition to take such a spot" Viktor calmly said to the people still wrapped in his spell. "Now that my group of allies and I have defeated the Staglord... I believe it is time for me... to take my due" Viktor said, as he brandished his arm towards his friends, grasping them in the thorns and foliage of his spell. "Now, here's my demand: I will take possession of the Stolen Lands, claim the right of rulership to these lands through my birthright as a member of the nobility of Brevoy and will declare these lands as my own personal Hunting Grounds: Anyone who dares enter the territory will see to have his life forfeit, as My lands do not belong to men, only to me and whatever creature I raise within these hallowed grounds of mine, and be ready to face some of the most exotic, most dangerous creatures you've ever seen, as My Patron is very anxious to see these lands return to nature and for the Faewilds to return to this area," Viktor said, angrily, spitting out every one of his words. "Now, to seal the deal with my patron, to turn me into a fae lord, I will sacrifice each and every one of you, right here, right now for my ascension," Viktor said, as he pulled out a stone knife carved out of granite. Viktor went around the room, stabbing each member of the court in the throat, one by one until he arrived at his friends. Viktor sighed, went to the first of his friend, Jameson, the Rogue, and told him: "I never liked you, you were always what I despised the most out of man". Viktor stabbed him in the throat. He proceeded like this for each one of the party: The Fighter, The Inquisitor, the Oracle, and the Paladin. As the last sacrifice, he turned towards the piece de resistance: the man that had triggered this whole mess: George Piedtendre. Viktor relished in the execution of the man, he dragged on his death to the last drop of his blood and as everyone in the room finished bleeding out,, Viktor became engulfed in spectral green flames, turning him into a member of the unseeling court, a Lord of Autumn. Any additional information you’d like to address? Questions, comments? What kind of player would you say you are with these examples provided? · The Outsider