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  1. While she says nothing and offers even less, Lynari, known as Talyn, sits in the crowd with her arms crossed and legs spread in an unladylike, albeit comfortable, position. Her blue eyes beam with self interested intelligence as she scans over who her new boss may very well be, after all, she holds no interest in politics herself; she finds herself to be a mercenary, not a patriot. Her leader is the one she makes a contract with, the one with the most gold. She has very little interest in the banter and assurances of the politicians on the podium. In her experience, very few will do anything themselves, instead choosing to hire people like Lynari to act as their eyes, ears, and mouths. No, she is not here to be washed away in the empty promises and blind passion, but rather she is here to find who is more likely to keep the gold in ample supply and to keep her own heart breathing. Statements on the guard are of special importance to her, so there she remains, listening in quiet judgement as she tallies her options and parses through the available votes for a end result that would best suit herself.
  2. RANDOM THINGS ABOUT BANANAS: The scientific name for banana is musa sapientum, which means “fruit of the wise men.” Bananas float in water, as do apples and watermelons. Hawaii is the only place in the U.S. where bananas are grown commercially, although at one time they were also grown in southern California and Florida. The overwhelming majority of the bananas Americans eat come from countries in Latin America and South America, including Costa Rica, Ecuador, Colombia, Honduras, Panama, and Guatemala. The type of banana you see in the supermarket is called a Cavendish banana. The preferred variety was originally the Gros Michel, which essentially became extinct by 1960, thanks to a fungus called Panama disease. Some cultures (most notably Japan) use the fiber in the banana plant to make fabric and sometimes even paper. The fastest marathon ever run by a competitor dressed as a fruit was 2 hours, 58 minutes, and 20 seconds—recorded at the Barcelona Marathon on March 6, 2011. The runner was Patrick Wightman from the United Kingdom, who dressed as a banana. The Banana Club Museum, located on Highway 111 in Mecca, Calif. (just south of Palm Springs), houses the world’s largest collection devoted to any one fruit. It contains more than 17,000 banana items, most of which have been donated by members. (To join the club, visit www.bananaclub.com.) AMAZING BUT TRUE THINGS YOU CAN DO WITH BANANA PEELS (AND BANANAS): Thanks to its oil, rubbing the inside of a banana peel on a mosquito bite (or other bug bite) or on poison ivy will help keep it from itching and getting inflamed. If you rub the inside of a banana peel on a scrape or burn, it will help the pain go away, keep the swelling down, and keep the wound from getting infected. If you rub the inside of a small piece of banana peel on a wart every night (or tape a piece of peel over the wart), the potassium in the peel can make the wart disappear in one to two weeks. If you tape a banana peel over a splinter, the enzymes help the splinter work its way out of your skin (and also heal the wound). To whiten teeth naturally, rub the inside of a banana peel on your teeth for about two minutes every night. If you gargle with salt water, this will heighten the effect. Expect results in about two weeks. It works because of the effect of the potassium, magnesium, and manganese in the banana peel. Bananas make great conditioner that helps restore dry, damaged hair. Mash a banana and add a tablespoon of heavy cream and a tablespoon of honey to the mixture. Then apply it to dry hair, cover your hair with a shower cap, and then wrap your head in a warm towel. Leave it on for up to an hour and then rinse thoroughly with warm water before shampooing. Rubbing a banana peel on your forehead can help cure a headache. Bananas and banana peels make great fertilizer (you can compost them, bury them whole, or cut them in small pieces and mix them with garden soil) because of their phosphorous and potassium content. Roses especially like them. Rubbing the inside of a banana peel on houseplant leaves makes the leaves shiny. You can use the inside of a banana peel to clean and polish leather shoes. Banana peels also make a good silver polish—just rub silver with the inside of a peel and then buff with a cloth. BANANA STATISTICS: More than 100 billion bananas are eaten every year in the world, making them the fourth most popular agricultural product. Americans eat an average of 27 pounds of bananas per person every year. More than 96 percent of American households buy bananas at least once a month. 51 percent of bananas are eaten for breakfast at home. The highest average per capita consumption of bananas in the world is in Uganda, where residents eat an average of 500 pounds of bananas per person every year. In fact, the Ugandan word matooke means both “food” and “banana.” India produces more bananas than any other country on the planet, accounting for about 28 percent of the worldwide crop. (China is number two, with ten percent.) A man in India once ate 81 bananas in a half hour. More songs have been written about bananas than about any other fruit. HOW BANANAS GROW AND WHAT BANANA PLANTS ARE LIKE: Bananas don’t actually grow on trees—they grow on plants that are officially classified as an herb (not surprisingly, the world’s largest herb). They’re in the same family as lilies, orchids, and palms. Banana plants grow up to 25 feet high, and their leaves can grow to be 9 feet long and 2 feet wide. Their roots can be hundreds of years old. Bananas are technically berries. Banana plants grow not from seeds but from bulbs. A cluster of bananas is called a hand, and a single banana is called a finger. Each banana hand has about 10 to 20 fingers. About 75 percent of the weight of a banana is water. A few varieties of wild bananas include bubblegum pink bananas with fuzzy skins, green-and-white striped bananas with pulp the color of orange sherbet, and bananas that taste like strawberries when they’re cooked. HISTORICAL TIDBITS ABOUT BANANAS: Bananas first appeared in written history in the 6th century B.C. Bananas have been depicted in ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs. Bananas were probably the first cultivated fruit, and the first banana farms were located in southeast Asia. Portuguese sailors introduced bananas to the Americas, bringing them from West Africa in the 16th century. Bananas first became popular with the masses at the 1876 Philadelphia Centennial Celebration, where they were sold wrapped in foil for 10 cents each. David Evans Strickler invented the banana split in 1904 when he was a 23-year-old employee at the Tassel Pharmacy soda fountain in Latrobe, Pennsylvania. WHAT EATING BANANAS CAN DO FOR YOU: Bananas are low in calories and have no fat, no sodium, and no cholesterol. They contain vitamin C, potassium, fiber, and vitamin B6. Research shows that eating bananas may lower the risk of heart attacks and strokes, as well as decrease the risk of getting some cancers. Bananas are the only fruit that contains the amino acid tryptophan plus vitamin B6. They help your body produce serotonin—a natural substance that alleviates depression. About half of all people who are allergic to latex are often also allergic to bananas. Bananas are naturally slightly radioactive (thanks to their potassium content)—but the level of radiation is not high enough to cause harm. TIP-TOP BANANA HANDLING TIPS: Wrapping banana stems tightly in cling wrap will make them last three to five days longer. Banana peels are actually edible if cooked. If you peel a banana from the bottom up (holding on to the stem like a handle), you will avoid the stringy bits that cling to the fruit inside. Bananas ripen best if they are picked when green. To ripen bananas faster, put them in a sealed container—ideally a brown paper bag. Adding another fruit to the container (such as an apple or even a tomato) will further speed the ripening. If you put a banana in the refrigerator, the peel will turn dark brown or black, but it won’t affect the fruit inside.
  3. Absolutely! I was intending on creating a poll but the forums are finicky with how they function, so I left it for more a future tense than anything else, given that it hasn't even been 24 hours since launch. The only thing I have to really comment on is your comment that people wouldn't want to brew each one by hand. I have to say that this is RP and work, well, is equal to the amount of work put into it. The sense of satisfaction that would come from it would also be a large component in its operation, on top of the ability to create various custom drinks, poisons, chemicals, etc. It would also be dependent upon actual IC items in the economy, and since there would be a direct correlation to how many items are used and where they are grown in comparison to the profit obtained, it would aid in the smooth functioning of an IC economy. Thanks for the feedback!
  4. Hello everyone! Zenosyne here with just a few suggestions on how to hopefully make a few things a wee bit smoother. Thankfully, I don't see anything mechanically that stands out. Each server has their own unique structure and I absolutely love the way Asmalur is set up. However, I have noticed that there are a few things, specifically in terms of chat function, that could be worked with. There aren't many facets to these statements so I'll just keep it short. First and foremost, I have some suggestions for the Chat System. You guys use Herochat, which isn't a bad thing. A lot of servers, in fact most of them, use it. Unfortunately, however, it's a bit archaic. It has been used since the very beginning of Minecraft, and even more so the beginning of Roleplay in the medium. It has its drawbacks, and a lot of them. It also has its benefits, however, most of the benefits were overrun by other chat plugins, which I'll get into in a moment. The colors: This is a big one. The colors of Herochat currently don't allow for really any sort of segregation between chats or channels. Furthermore, emotes blend fluently into the actual statements rather than stand out to show the differences. It found it incredibly hard to maintain concentration during RP, nevermind having to leave and come back to find my place. I suggest a different of color in terms of emotes and regular chats, things that stand out in terms of contrast. I also suggest to implement the ability to change the color of names, so they too stand out from the crowd. The chat system itself: Alternatively, you could forgo the entire chat system as a whole and opt for a much more efficient and resource lenient plugin called Roleplay Essentials. I've suggested this a few times in the main Discord chat, but I figured I'd add it here so it doesn't get swept away. This plugin is a chat system overhaul along with multiple other additions. The differences this one and Herochat are stark and quite obvious. It comes with the channels Whisper, Shout, Talk (Local), and OOC. These can be toggled on and off and each have their own respective "range of hearing". My favorite feature of this plugin is the /chatstyle command. This toggle makes it so that anything within quotations is colored as white, and anything outside of it is colored as green, though these two colors can be entirely customized. An example of such is here. As you can see, this allows the reader and those involved in RP to not only emote fluently but it also allows them to structure their statements in a much more legible and organized way. Another wonderful feature, as you can see, is the "No one heard you" function. If there isn't another player in the specified chat ranges of the channels you happen to be in, it will let you know. This is a wonderful function as it allows you to confirm that someone heard you. The chat commands are as follows: - 'To switch to roleplay chat, type /t, /w or /s.' - 'To temporarily talk in a chat, just add a message to the command.' - 'You can talk Out of Character with /ooc.' - 'If you ever need to hide OOC messages, type /toggleooc,' - 'or you can review who is currently in the OOC chat with /listooc.' The plugin offers a plethora of other wonderful uses, such as a functional chairs system, a roll system, a character card system, a plague system which uses a proximity component for spreading, and a an option to hide your nametag with a command. It holds a ton more resource efficiency than other plugins due to the nature of its construction and it has been a personal favorite of myself and those who have chosen to use it, for years. It is entirely customizable and I have confirmed it to run fluently in 1.11.2 and previous versions. If anyone wishes to test the operations of it, you can download my test server here and use the config file that is attached in this thread. Other Misc. Plugin Suggestions: 1.) Courier ( https://dev.bukkit.org/bukkit-plugins/courier/ ) This wonderful little plugin allows you to write letters and send them to various players. You can configure it to use up certain items, like charcoal and paper, and even configure it to remove a certain amount of money from the inventory when you post it. When you post it, a villager will appear and act as the courier to deliver the message to the player you sent it to. These are wonderful for sending missive to characters who are far away and keeping in touch through such. It is a bit out of date but it works great in both Spigot and CraftBukkit iterations in every version. 2.) Brewery ( https://dev.bukkit.org/bukkit-plugins/brewery/ ) This one adds what you would think it does; The ability to brew! What you can brew is decided entirely by the config. You can make your own brews simply by writing them into the configurations. They require items and timing to perfect, and the result is quite satisfying. The drinks, once brewed, filtered, distilled, and aged each have their own unique effects that you can configure as well. The most hilarious effect is the way it jumbles your speech. It changes the way your messages are presented with somewhat similar variations of what you just typed and presents it as a jumble of nonsense interspersed with '*hic*'. Along those effects is the nausea effect from standard minecraft, it will take control of your avatar and cause you to randomly stumble around, and it will also cause you to vomit everywhere. The vomit is seen as dozens of blocks of soul sand that cannot be picked up, and is brilliant. I've had some wonderful experiences with this plugin beforehand and it has been the source of many an interesting Rp scenario. 3.) Lores ( https://dev.bukkit.org/bukkit-plugins/lores/ ) I'm unsure of if Asmalur has this one but it is a lovely little addition for adding in items of importance or even just little baubles or enchanted trinkets for enhancing Roleplay. You can customize the color of the text in each item, make it glow as though it is enchanted, and even place in your own custom enchantments onto it. It's pretty great. That's about all I have to suggest. If anyone has any questions or the like, don't be afraid to reply! config.yml
  5. The woman's tired mouth twitches with nothing but annoyance. She had just spent the better part of two weeks tracking down this horde of treasure only to realize that her movements have also been tracked. She looks around with her bright eyes, taking note of the several bowman and realizing how bad of a situation she's in. That tired grin is nowhere to be seen. Her face slowly begins to furrow with anger as she studies each and every one of their faces, memorizing precisely how they look. With a grunt and a groan she reaches down to her waist and pulls off her dagger, where she swipes it down towards the straps of the saddlebags, cutting them loose. They hit the ground with a dull thud and spill their treasured contents over the path, to which she rears her horse around and digs her heels into its side, leaning forwards and it bolts. She hopes that the few gold pieces she slipped into her tunic are still there through the commotion. She doesn't have time to think after that, however; she cannot think, the emotions are running too hot. However, in the back of her mind, she lets that festering hate begin to evolve into a glowering nub of obsession; she would be back. She will find them, and they will pay their price. One way or another, this action will have a consequence. The woman merely watches the man for a moment, raising her arched brow and resting her own hand upon the pommel of her hand-and-a-half blade. "I'd still be able to write it down, you know, even if you did cut out my tongue," she states with a lilt. The man on the cart snarls as he firmly plants the reigns into their holster before hopping to the ground. He shakes the bag of coins before tossing the knife into the dirt and drawing his own blade. "I asked for your silence, wench, not your attitude! If you ain't gonna be silent then I guess I'm just going to have to cut you into pieces, now won't I?" The man snarls once more as steps closer, watching Lynari draw her weapon. He charges her, tossing the bag of coins at her in an attempt to distract the elven woman as he raises his blade. Lynari backs up as he starts moving, glancing to the pouch as she angles her blade towards the man, letting her instincts kick in. 'Feint or attack', she thinks with speed as she studies the man's pose in the mere seconds before he reaches her. She angles her blade so as to point it at a diagonal to his abdomen; the only position to cover both a feint or a lunge. She was glad she did so, however, as the man were indeed feinting; he dropped his blade from the slashing attack to that of a lunge, intent on using his own momentum to increase his speed. The woman had her own trick, however, as the angle of her blade was not intended as a block, but as a disengage. As the man lowered his blade to lunge past her own, she stepped towards him and locked her weapon against her thigh, sidestepping in a tight spin. The edge of his blade caught her in the forearm, producing a deep gash, though her blade did immeasurably more damage; it sank its sharp edge into the front of the man's thigh, cutting his vastus lateralis nigh in half. The man screams out in pain as his leg goes limp, unable to sustain his own weight. He collapses to his knees, dropping his blade and grasping as his thigh, still letting out cries of anguish as blood streams through his fingers. The gash too had begun to bleed, though Lynari was yet to finish. When she finishes her risky spin, she steps forwards and stabs down at the base of the man's spine, where the blade penetrates the bone and flesh with a dull crunch, spilling out blood and a clear fluid as she removes it. The man lets out a shriek of fear and pain, now unable to support himself at all. He convulses on the ground, desperately trying to flee. In the meanwhile, the woman watches him with a cold expression; no regard to those whom would threaten her life. She flicks the fluids off of her weapon, ignoring the blood streaming down her arm for now, before pacing over to the pouch of gold. She walks back over to the man, placing the cold iron of her blade against his neck, to which he grows still, whimpering, as she unclasps the set of keys around his waist. She walks over to the cage, reaching down to pick up the man's knife from the dirt as she walks, before stopping in front of the slaves. They all reel back from her, fear in their eyes, thought that soon fades as the woman unlocks and opens the door for them. She reaches in, stabbing the knife to the wood bottom of the cage to leave it there as she pulls a few coins from the pouch to set them next to it. She looks them all in the eyes before tossing the keys to them and glancing over to the man. "He's all yours," she states simply before turning away and beginning to walk back down the path. She sheaths her weapon and begins to examine her wounds, though looks up when several minutes later she hears the repeated screams of a man being stabbed what she assumes is to be several dozen times. She reaches into her bag and pulls out some linen, wrapping it around her wound. She doesn't smile at the sound, but a smirk does grace those cracked lips.
  6. Name: LynarÍ Bâelmetì Age: 32 Gender: Female Race: Fifth Generation Elven Half-Breed. Appearance: Lynari stands at a robust height of 6'2"; a trait of height that most of her family shares. When she is not overcome by alcohol in any given tavern or inn, her otherwise creased brow is gentle in nature, framing two deep blue, tired eyes which are accompanied by bags. Her stark, black hair is generally seen in a messy bun, but it can be noted to hang in thick locks down her back, reaching her waist. In addition, her sharp chin, usually adorning a scrape or two, accentuates and proclaims her Elven features along with her long, pointed ears. Her cracked lips rarely stray from a smile or a sneer, usually only parting for a wisecrack or some other equally insulting or entertaining purpose. As most elves do, she has the body of an ectomorph; tall, lithe, and laced with corded muscle, though the last is rarely seen due to her tendencies to keep her worn armor on for long periods of time. Should one study her closely, they may seen the creases of worry upon her youthful face or the thin scars which lace her digits. .Biography: 'It started with the insults. As a child, in my schooling, I would hear them calling to me. Stupid fucking names too, shit like half-ear or haffee or similarly redundant and idiotic terminologies. It didn't affect me, at least I told myself it didn't. Day in and day out I'd be learning just like the rest of those fucks and I would be the victim of their incessant bullshittery. This one kid, Gavial, actually tried putting a couple grubs in my food because he thought I ate them. Someone told him that my 3rd great grandparents, who were a couple of human and elvish mix, gave birth to my 2nd great grandmother, who of course was what was called a halfling back then. I've seen some art of her. A human with elven ears, the craziest shit I have ever seen. Well someone told that little fuck that all halflings were backwards savages that lived in their own filth and struggled to find bugs in logs to eat, which was the reason they lived under the canopy. Of course I freaked the fuck out on him; what else could I do? You hear that you little shits? You made a girl sad, but it was your mistake in making me mad. I shit you not, journal, whatever, I almost made him eat those grubs. I would have too if the Masters didn't step in to break us apart. My actions came to bite me in the ass though, because I didn't realize I was probably just proving what he thought about those of halfing descent. That look on his face though? I'd eat a grub any day to see that shit again. I swear he pissed himse-" The well of ink situated directly next to the notebook hops and spills over the page as the ship rocks over an intimidating swell. Lynari, whom is sitting at the desk, jumps up out of her seat with a concerned expression, though perhaps two quickly. She bumps her head on the ceiling and almost loses her balance as the ship lilts once more."No no no no no no!" She says quickly as she reaches down to try to brush the ink off of the page. She quirks her lips to the side in a defeated expression, finally giving in to the fact most of the page is ruined. She rubs at her head before half-heartedly plopping her butt back down into the chair. She rests her face in her blackened palm with a disheartened and wayward expression, watching the flickering candle and accidentally smearing ink over her cheek. After a moment of self-loathing, she sighs, reaching out to her quill and turning the page to continue her entry with a frustrated sigh. She secures the well beforehand, however. "I fucking hate the sea. It doesn't stop moving. I don't give a shit if I don't stop moving but only if it's on my own two feet, not on some godforsaken glorified salt puddle filled with monsters and waves that knock over shit. I cannot wait to leave this hunk of wood... It never really made sense to me when people write 'where was i' in their journals, like they're talking to someone or something or like they really don't know where they left off... I left off at shithead kids. Though frankly I was one of those shithead kids before long. I got tired of everyone treating me like I was a part of a deficit or like I was some form of outcast. Even the adults would speak to me slower and with a different tone, like I was incapable of understanding them or they were unsure of my 'tainted blood' as they called it had left me. So what if I have a human toenail or a single human armhair. Who the fuck cares? I'm working myself up again... Well I apparently cared. I still do. My parents urged me to write in a journal to purge my thoughts and emotion so I don't do it on animals or something. Not that I would, but I've heard from stories about some crazy fucks doing shit like that. I think my parents thought I would do it because I would get into more fights than were good for me. I'd come home with a black eye and they'd act like the world just crashed down upon my head when I felt like I was on top of it. I guess that's why I do what I do now. I like to fucking fight. I don't care who or what, as long as I get to move, to feel that rush. I know I'm not tainted or deficient then. I know I'm not. I can stand over an enemy and know that I'm the superior one, my 'weakness' is what gave me strength, so who is the weak savage now, Gavial? Not I." She takes a pause in her writing to rub at her eyes, sighing once more. She listens to the creaks of the ship as it pushes its way through the water towards the unknown. She watches the candle flicker and dance in an almost mesmerized trance, her tired eyes tracking its movements. She imagines the flame is a fighter, holding a blade, wildly slashing and stabbing and its enemies; the air currents. She laughs hollowly as drops her head to rub at her neck for a minute, after which, she leans forwards to rest her elbows upon the desk and continue writing. "I'm tired as shit, I've had a long day and this is the first time I've done this since they gave me this notebook fuck knows how long ago. I guess I have a bit to catch up on... nah, I'll just make it brief. Brevity is king right? Well I like to fight. I learned how to fight from my father and I learned how to work with wounds from my mother. I know shit! Surprise there right? Little tainted fucker actually knowing shit with her human mind? Well I learned how to fight and I learned how to be damn good at it. I could feel the tension growing in my home tree; I just thought of something, aren't they the savages? Living in the trees like fucking squirrels? Anyways. I felt the tension growing and they just didn't want me there anymore. I was twenty by that point so I figured why the fuck not, right? I grabbed my shit and left with the blessing of my parents, even if I didn't really want it. It felt good to have that kind of love again though. At least they knew I wasn't too much of a shithead, even though I acted like one. Well there isn't really much to tell between then and now... I found fights and I got paid for them. I guard people, punch people, maybe reclaim a few stolen things from people, I just do things for people that people are too scared to do themselves. I'm a mercenary and I have been for about ten years now. Funny how this little broken haffee ends up being the backbone for others, eh? Well there isn't much shit going on in Elwein so I left again. I heard about this isle, Gammon, apparently pretty new and some powers are there shoving each other around. I can probably make some decent fucking coin there. My dumb ass thought "why the fuck not?" and spent a good portion of my savings on this trip in this bucket. Stuck in a wooden bottle, writing this message. Great shit right? I don't fucking know, but I'm sure as hell going to find out." She leans back in her chair, looking over her words with discriminating eyes before she makes a small noise as she remembers something. Reaching out to dip the quill into the ink once more to add one more line. "I hope to fuck that this place has rum." Account Information: IGN: Zenosyne Time Zone: Eastern Standard. Have you read, understood, and agreed to all the rules: I have, I did, and I do. How did you find this server: I've known about it for a long while, heard whisperings and the like recently so I thought I'd get into contact with Alex to ask a few questions. Definitions: What does "metagaming" mean to you? Metagaming predominantly deals within information and mindset, the inconsistent and the lack of substance in regards to a character; the stuff you can’t see, but most importantly it is defined by the influence of “Meta” information (outside of a specific realm or reality, beyond the fourth wall) onto something that otherwise doesn’t have it or wouldn’t encounter it. It can come in many forms while you are in character, or ICly, such as the author of a character using information that their character wouldn’t have had realistically to their advantage (IE, going to a specific point you saw someone in OOC tell you to go to) or even something as small as hearing something through a wall some great distance away that your character wouldn’t realistically be able to hear. To the realms outside of the character, there are terms such as Punitive Characterization and Ante-Developmental Characterization, the former being the creation of a character specifically based on OOC emotions and the latter being the creation of a character designed to be what the author’s specific fantasies are. Another is a form of metagaming, that also delves into power-gaming, call Min-Maxing, where you specifically design your character to be great at the things that matter but are absolutely terrible in things that don’t, such as the ability to cook a bowl of soup or whittle a stick. This is most commonly seen with mental illnesses such as Split Personality Disorder or various forms of Bipolarity and Depression; but man can they swing a sword! What does "powergaming" mean to you? Powergaming is much easier to detect, thankfully. It deals in the more manifest qualities of a character, their physicality and how they interact with the world around them, their skills and their actions. It is defined natively by the idea of superiority, of winning in a game that is not designed to be won. The most common form I’ve personally seen would be Godmodding, which is forcing your character to be good at everything with little to no flaw in their system to show for. Other examples include the above mentioned Min-Maxing and the attempt to force an action by what the player in question believes to be the most realistic response instead of allowing their Roleplay Partner to emote their character’s reaction. There are other obscure names for some actions that are undoubtedly known by other names by other people, like hard-knocking, which is having your character go 100% all the time for any reason, rather than following what reality would dictate their force of will would be, and soft-modding, which is just the author selectively determining when and how their characters should react based upon a personal goal in mind rather than what the character would realistically do.