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			<title><![CDATA[Whitelist Applications]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2026 23:47:48 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://sangrealrp.duckdns.org/member.php?action=profile&uid=18755">deadbeat334</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[In-Character Section:<br />
As a reference, please ensure that all of these are two to four sentences, barring the character name, so that we may gauge your roleplaying abilities.<br />
<br />
If you would like to link an In-Character Section from another Roleplay Server, we do accept this! For our records though, the OOC Section must be completed As-Is.<br />
<br />
Character Name: ungrin<br />
Character Description: middle age, dusty ,muscular <br />
Character Personality: quiet,  brooding man who'd rather be left to his own devices mining the mountain he calls his home <br />
Character Backstory: since he was young he had a fascination with jewels, metals, and the wears of ore.<br />
learning under his blacksmith father he became the village metal worker after the passing of his father.<br />
until one day his home was attacked by raiders, fleeing into the woods he pledged to be ready for when they ever come back. shuffling in the vast mines and adding to his ever  increasing hoard of arms.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Story Scenarios:<br />
Below you will find some scenarios in which you should make a Roleplay Reponse. Please ensure that this is a minimum of two to three sentences, so that we may gauge your roleplaying abilities.<br />
<br />
As you step off of a small, shoddy seafaring vessel- you set your gaze upon the local dockmaster. Rain is pouring down, seemingly not soon to cease. In the dockmaster’s hand lies a placard, upon which he is visibly writing names and information. As you approach him, the gruff man’s voice calls out to you- “Oi! Wha’s yer name and port o’ call, stranger?”<br />
<br />
ungrin, here just for a visit, paid a merchant ship to give me a ride. per chance u know of Cheshire inn?<br />
---<br />
<br />
The town before you seems rather small- most of it is filled with shanty-shacks and hastily set up marketplaces. A vendor calls out to you from a rather well-appointed tent- a sign hangs above it: ‘Tolemire’s Potions and Oils.’ The owner’s voice seems sly, impish- “How about you sidle on over here, take a look at my wares? Want to have more than one round with your lady of the night? I can help you with that sonny.”<br />
<br />
i am more interested in the oils, i have no need for pleasure of the night, any chance u have some  Choji oil, a few potions if any will be just fine as well. primarily fire potions<br />
[x]<br />
---<br />
<br />
Suddenly, you see a few bandits make off with a poor woman’s supplies. They very obviously flee down an alleyway that you know of. A few guards are hastily running towards you, though it is obvious they do not know where the thieves have gone. One of them yells out to you- “Where did they go?” <br />
<br />
down the alley, if u go quick you can catch up.<br />
---<br />
<br />
You’re moving through a small forest just as it is reaching dusk, and a low bank of fog begins to roll in. Suddenly, a strange creature begins to emerge from the twilight- though, its’ form isn’t entirely visible. It moves slowly, and its motions seem to be aggressive. What do you do? try to avoid a conflict, run if possible fight if necessary <br />
<br />
[x]<br />
<br />
---<br />
<br />
Out-of-Character Section:<br />
<br />
1. Username: deadbeats334<br />
<br />
2. Minecraft Username: deadbeats334<br />
<br />
2a. Alt Accounts?: none<br />
<br />
3. Age:  27<br />
4. How did you hear about our server?: denby<br />
<br />
4a. If a player referred you to our server, who are they?: [x]<br />
<br />
5. What’s your favorite lore piece and why?: [x]<br />
<br />
6. Please define metagaming in your own words and provide an example: using's the easiest method to achieve the strongest results. not the best but easy to use for its power<br />
<br />
7. Please define powergaming in your own words and provide an example: the strongest possible way to get stronger regardless of ease<br />
<br />
8. Have you read the terms of service and rules of roleplay? Do you agree with them?: yes<br />
<br />
9. What do you want to do in Sangreal?: mine]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[In-Character Section:<br />
As a reference, please ensure that all of these are two to four sentences, barring the character name, so that we may gauge your roleplaying abilities.<br />
<br />
If you would like to link an In-Character Section from another Roleplay Server, we do accept this! For our records though, the OOC Section must be completed As-Is.<br />
<br />
Character Name: ungrin<br />
Character Description: middle age, dusty ,muscular <br />
Character Personality: quiet,  brooding man who'd rather be left to his own devices mining the mountain he calls his home <br />
Character Backstory: since he was young he had a fascination with jewels, metals, and the wears of ore.<br />
learning under his blacksmith father he became the village metal worker after the passing of his father.<br />
until one day his home was attacked by raiders, fleeing into the woods he pledged to be ready for when they ever come back. shuffling in the vast mines and adding to his ever  increasing hoard of arms.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Story Scenarios:<br />
Below you will find some scenarios in which you should make a Roleplay Reponse. Please ensure that this is a minimum of two to three sentences, so that we may gauge your roleplaying abilities.<br />
<br />
As you step off of a small, shoddy seafaring vessel- you set your gaze upon the local dockmaster. Rain is pouring down, seemingly not soon to cease. In the dockmaster’s hand lies a placard, upon which he is visibly writing names and information. As you approach him, the gruff man’s voice calls out to you- “Oi! Wha’s yer name and port o’ call, stranger?”<br />
<br />
ungrin, here just for a visit, paid a merchant ship to give me a ride. per chance u know of Cheshire inn?<br />
---<br />
<br />
The town before you seems rather small- most of it is filled with shanty-shacks and hastily set up marketplaces. A vendor calls out to you from a rather well-appointed tent- a sign hangs above it: ‘Tolemire’s Potions and Oils.’ The owner’s voice seems sly, impish- “How about you sidle on over here, take a look at my wares? Want to have more than one round with your lady of the night? I can help you with that sonny.”<br />
<br />
i am more interested in the oils, i have no need for pleasure of the night, any chance u have some  Choji oil, a few potions if any will be just fine as well. primarily fire potions<br />
[x]<br />
---<br />
<br />
Suddenly, you see a few bandits make off with a poor woman’s supplies. They very obviously flee down an alleyway that you know of. A few guards are hastily running towards you, though it is obvious they do not know where the thieves have gone. One of them yells out to you- “Where did they go?” <br />
<br />
down the alley, if u go quick you can catch up.<br />
---<br />
<br />
You’re moving through a small forest just as it is reaching dusk, and a low bank of fog begins to roll in. Suddenly, a strange creature begins to emerge from the twilight- though, its’ form isn’t entirely visible. It moves slowly, and its motions seem to be aggressive. What do you do? try to avoid a conflict, run if possible fight if necessary <br />
<br />
[x]<br />
<br />
---<br />
<br />
Out-of-Character Section:<br />
<br />
1. Username: deadbeats334<br />
<br />
2. Minecraft Username: deadbeats334<br />
<br />
2a. Alt Accounts?: none<br />
<br />
3. Age:  27<br />
4. How did you hear about our server?: denby<br />
<br />
4a. If a player referred you to our server, who are they?: [x]<br />
<br />
5. What’s your favorite lore piece and why?: [x]<br />
<br />
6. Please define metagaming in your own words and provide an example: using's the easiest method to achieve the strongest results. not the best but easy to use for its power<br />
<br />
7. Please define powergaming in your own words and provide an example: the strongest possible way to get stronger regardless of ease<br />
<br />
8. Have you read the terms of service and rules of roleplay? Do you agree with them?: yes<br />
<br />
9. What do you want to do in Sangreal?: mine]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Anime_Crafter68's Whitelist App]]></title>
			<link>https://sangrealrp.duckdns.org/showthread.php?tid=200</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2026 01:37:58 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://sangrealrp.duckdns.org/member.php?action=profile&uid=18640">Anime_Crafter68</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">In-Character Section:</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">As a reference, please ensure that all of these are two to four sentences, barring the character name, so that we may gauge your roleplaying abilities.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">If you would like to link an In-Character Section from another Roleplay Server, we do accept this! For our records though, the OOC Section must be completed As-Is.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Character Name: Ayren Grimwald</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Character Description: </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">Ayren Grimwald is a Norden standing at 6'2", with a lean, hardened physique shaped by years of labor, combat, and survival in unforgiving environments. His blond hair is kept short and deliberately messy, giving him a rough appearance that contrasts with his otherwise refined manner.His eyes are a pale, icy blue, narrow and slightly fox-like, giving him a naturally predatory gaze. Ayren rarely needs to raise his voice; a simple stare is often enough to make those around him uncomfortable.He is clean-shaven, maintaining a sharp and almost aristocratic appearance. Dark Nordic-style tattoos cover both shoulders and extend down toward his biceps, depicting ancient symbols, wolves, ravens, and interwoven runes. The tattoos are more than decoration—they represent his lineage, accomplishments, and the people he has defeated.Despite his imposing frame, Ayren moves with surprising precision. Every movement is controlled and deliberate, as though he has already considered every possible outcome.</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Character Personality:</span></span> <br />
Ayren is cold, calculating, and exceptionally patient. He possesses the kind of confidence that borders on arrogance, but unlike most arrogant men, he rarely feels the need to prove himself. He speaks calmly, chooses his words carefully, and almost never loses his temper. When angered, Ayren becomes quieter rather than louder. He occasionally has a dark sense of humor and enjoys watching people reveal their true nature under pressure. He considers fear, desperation, and greed to be useful tools for understanding others. Ayren follows a strict personal code, though his morality is questionable. He respects strength, loyalty, discipline, and those willing to stand by their convictions. He despises cowardice, and people who abuse power without possessing the strength to wield it. He is not needlessly cruel. In fact, Ayren can be remarkably courteous—even toward someone he intends to kill. That courtesy often makes him more frightening.</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Character Backstory:</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">Ayren was born in the northern territories of the Norden people, the second son of a respected warrior family. His childhood was shaped by harsh winters, strict traditions, and a culture that valued endurance above comfort. His father, Alaric Grimwald, was a decorated warrior and respected clan leader who believed that mercy had to be earned. Ayren's mother, Freya, was a scholar of old Norden history and taught him the language and traditions of their people. From his father, Ayren learned how to fight. From his mother, he learned how to think. Ayren proved unusually talented at both. As a young man, he was sent away with a Norden warband to prove himself. What was supposed to be a simple rite of passage became a massacre. The warband was betrayed by one of its own allies, leaving Ayren and only a handful of survivors stranded deep in enemy territory. For weeks, they fought their way home through freezing mountains and hostile lands. By the time Ayren returned, he was no longer the boy who had left. He had learned that loyalty was not something given freely—it was something tested. His experiences eventually brought him into conflict with his own people. Ayren discovered that several Norden leaders were secretly selling information and weapons to foreign powers in exchange for wealth and political influence. When he attempted to expose them, his family was accused of treason. His father was executed. His mother disappeared. Rather than beg for forgiveness, Ayren simply left.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Sans', sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Story Scenarios:</span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">Below you will find some scenarios in which you should make a Roleplay Reponse. Please ensure that this is a minimum of two to three sentences, so that we may gauge your roleplaying abilities.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">As you step off of a small, shoddy seafaring vessel- you set your gaze upon the local dockmaster. Rain is pouring down, seemingly not soon to cease. In the dockmaster’s hand lies a placard, upon which he is visibly writing names and information. As you approach him, the gruff man’s voice calls out to you- “Oi! Wha’s yer name and port o’ call, stranger?”</span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">["The name is Aryen. Came from up north looking for some mercenary work. Can you point me in the direction of the nearest townhall or job board?" *His voice was gruff but the tone of his voice was monotone and unfeeling.*]</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">---</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">The town before you seems rather small- most of it is filled with shanty-shacks and hastily set up marketplaces. A vendor calls out to you from a rather well-appointed tent- a sign hangs above it: ‘Tolemire’s Potions and Oils.’ The owner’s voice seems sly, impish- “How about you sidle on over here, take a look at my wares? Want to have more than one round with your lady of the night? I can help you with that sonny.”</span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">[*Aryen would scoff at the suggestion of him needing something for his libido. But turn to the lady none the less.* "I don't need any of that but perhaps you might have some potions for treating wounds for sale? The lands are harsh."]</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">---</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Suddenly, you see a few bandits make off with a poor woman’s supplies. They very obviously flee down an alleyway that you know of. A few guards are hastily running towards you, though it is obvious they do not know where the thieves have gone. One of them yells out to you- “Where did they go?”</span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">[*Would look annoyed but has no reason to damn an poor lady. Pointing in the direction of the thieves he shouts out.* "Oi' they went this way." *Not being bothered to see this resolve he would away away after alerting the guards.*]</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">---</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">You’re moving through a small forest just as it is reaching dusk, and a low bank of fog begins to roll in. Suddenly, a strange creature begins to emerge from the twilight- though, its’ form isn’t entirely visible. It moves slowly, and its motions seem to be aggressive. What do you do?</span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">[*Its moments like this were his training with a bow would pay off. Pulling out his recurve bow he would knock an arrow and aim towards the creature. After aligning the shot he held his breath as the arrow was loosed to the creatures head. Praying this would end the situation.*]</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">---</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Out-of-Character Section:</span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">1. Username: [Anime_Crafter68] -AnimeAngel.ein(discord)</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">2. Minecraft Username: [Anime_Crafter68]</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">2a. Alt Accounts?: [AyrenAlt]</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">3. Age: [24]</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">4. How did you hear about our server?: [A friend told me.]</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">4a. If a player referred you to our server, who are they?: [_denby]</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">5. What’s your favorite lore piece and why?: [Bwytherus, science is cool and a metal that conducts heat in interesting ways can lead to some funny shenanigans. ]</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">6. Please define metagaming in your own words and provide an example: [Using OOC knowledge IRP, example your buddy two towns away is under attack and you hop online and travel over to save him in that same hour.]</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">7. Please define powergaming in your own words and provide an example: [Forcing success of your actions without letting others respond. IE I hit with my sword and then chop your head off gg.]</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">8. Have you read the terms of service and rules of roleplay? Do you agree with them?: [Yes]</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">9. What do you want to do in Sangreal?: [Watch political intrigue from the backlines as I move pieces on a board nobody will ever see.]</span></span>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">In-Character Section:</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">As a reference, please ensure that all of these are two to four sentences, barring the character name, so that we may gauge your roleplaying abilities.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">If you would like to link an In-Character Section from another Roleplay Server, we do accept this! For our records though, the OOC Section must be completed As-Is.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Character Name: Ayren Grimwald</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Character Description: </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">Ayren Grimwald is a Norden standing at 6'2", with a lean, hardened physique shaped by years of labor, combat, and survival in unforgiving environments. His blond hair is kept short and deliberately messy, giving him a rough appearance that contrasts with his otherwise refined manner.His eyes are a pale, icy blue, narrow and slightly fox-like, giving him a naturally predatory gaze. Ayren rarely needs to raise his voice; a simple stare is often enough to make those around him uncomfortable.He is clean-shaven, maintaining a sharp and almost aristocratic appearance. Dark Nordic-style tattoos cover both shoulders and extend down toward his biceps, depicting ancient symbols, wolves, ravens, and interwoven runes. The tattoos are more than decoration—they represent his lineage, accomplishments, and the people he has defeated.Despite his imposing frame, Ayren moves with surprising precision. Every movement is controlled and deliberate, as though he has already considered every possible outcome.</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Character Personality:</span></span> <br />
Ayren is cold, calculating, and exceptionally patient. He possesses the kind of confidence that borders on arrogance, but unlike most arrogant men, he rarely feels the need to prove himself. He speaks calmly, chooses his words carefully, and almost never loses his temper. When angered, Ayren becomes quieter rather than louder. He occasionally has a dark sense of humor and enjoys watching people reveal their true nature under pressure. He considers fear, desperation, and greed to be useful tools for understanding others. Ayren follows a strict personal code, though his morality is questionable. He respects strength, loyalty, discipline, and those willing to stand by their convictions. He despises cowardice, and people who abuse power without possessing the strength to wield it. He is not needlessly cruel. In fact, Ayren can be remarkably courteous—even toward someone he intends to kill. That courtesy often makes him more frightening.</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Character Backstory:</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">Ayren was born in the northern territories of the Norden people, the second son of a respected warrior family. His childhood was shaped by harsh winters, strict traditions, and a culture that valued endurance above comfort. His father, Alaric Grimwald, was a decorated warrior and respected clan leader who believed that mercy had to be earned. Ayren's mother, Freya, was a scholar of old Norden history and taught him the language and traditions of their people. From his father, Ayren learned how to fight. From his mother, he learned how to think. Ayren proved unusually talented at both. As a young man, he was sent away with a Norden warband to prove himself. What was supposed to be a simple rite of passage became a massacre. The warband was betrayed by one of its own allies, leaving Ayren and only a handful of survivors stranded deep in enemy territory. For weeks, they fought their way home through freezing mountains and hostile lands. By the time Ayren returned, he was no longer the boy who had left. He had learned that loyalty was not something given freely—it was something tested. His experiences eventually brought him into conflict with his own people. Ayren discovered that several Norden leaders were secretly selling information and weapons to foreign powers in exchange for wealth and political influence. When he attempted to expose them, his family was accused of treason. His father was executed. His mother disappeared. Rather than beg for forgiveness, Ayren simply left.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Sans', sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Story Scenarios:</span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">Below you will find some scenarios in which you should make a Roleplay Reponse. Please ensure that this is a minimum of two to three sentences, so that we may gauge your roleplaying abilities.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">As you step off of a small, shoddy seafaring vessel- you set your gaze upon the local dockmaster. Rain is pouring down, seemingly not soon to cease. In the dockmaster’s hand lies a placard, upon which he is visibly writing names and information. As you approach him, the gruff man’s voice calls out to you- “Oi! Wha’s yer name and port o’ call, stranger?”</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">["The name is Aryen. Came from up north looking for some mercenary work. Can you point me in the direction of the nearest townhall or job board?" *His voice was gruff but the tone of his voice was monotone and unfeeling.*]</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">The town before you seems rather small- most of it is filled with shanty-shacks and hastily set up marketplaces. A vendor calls out to you from a rather well-appointed tent- a sign hangs above it: ‘Tolemire’s Potions and Oils.’ The owner’s voice seems sly, impish- “How about you sidle on over here, take a look at my wares? Want to have more than one round with your lady of the night? I can help you with that sonny.”</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">[*Aryen would scoff at the suggestion of him needing something for his libido. But turn to the lady none the less.* "I don't need any of that but perhaps you might have some potions for treating wounds for sale? The lands are harsh."]</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Suddenly, you see a few bandits make off with a poor woman’s supplies. They very obviously flee down an alleyway that you know of. A few guards are hastily running towards you, though it is obvious they do not know where the thieves have gone. One of them yells out to you- “Where did they go?”</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">[*Would look annoyed but has no reason to damn an poor lady. Pointing in the direction of the thieves he shouts out.* "Oi' they went this way." *Not being bothered to see this resolve he would away away after alerting the guards.*]</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">You’re moving through a small forest just as it is reaching dusk, and a low bank of fog begins to roll in. Suddenly, a strange creature begins to emerge from the twilight- though, its’ form isn’t entirely visible. It moves slowly, and its motions seem to be aggressive. What do you do?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">[*Its moments like this were his training with a bow would pay off. Pulling out his recurve bow he would knock an arrow and aim towards the creature. After aligning the shot he held his breath as the arrow was loosed to the creatures head. Praying this would end the situation.*]</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Out-of-Character Section:</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">1. Username: [Anime_Crafter68] -AnimeAngel.ein(discord)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">2. Minecraft Username: [Anime_Crafter68]</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">2a. Alt Accounts?: [AyrenAlt]</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">3. Age: [24]</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">4. How did you hear about our server?: [A friend told me.]</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">4a. If a player referred you to our server, who are they?: [_denby]</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">5. What’s your favorite lore piece and why?: [Bwytherus, science is cool and a metal that conducts heat in interesting ways can lead to some funny shenanigans. ]</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">6. Please define metagaming in your own words and provide an example: [Using OOC knowledge IRP, example your buddy two towns away is under attack and you hop online and travel over to save him in that same hour.]</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">7. Please define powergaming in your own words and provide an example: [Forcing success of your actions without letting others respond. IE I hit with my sword and then chop your head off gg.]</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">8. Have you read the terms of service and rules of roleplay? Do you agree with them?: [Yes]</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="mycode_font">9. What do you want to do in Sangreal?: [Watch political intrigue from the backlines as I move pieces on a board nobody will ever see.]</span></span>]]></content:encoded>
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