This is how Eleanor Rigby's memories begin. Eleanor Rigby is the character I play in the graphic MUD Tibia. I try to do as much ROLE-PLAYING as possible with Eleonor, that means: not acting as a player, but as the character, because you play. Actions must always be justifiable with Eleonor's motives, not with my own. Of course, this can never be fully implemented; it shouldn't either, otherwise it would be boring.
Outward appearance
Eleanor is not particularly tall, about six feet. At first she was of a rather slim build, but meanwhile she has become a little stronger through the many fights with monsters. My pale face is framed by something over shoulder-length reddish hair. Eleanor has very dark eyes, which is pretty noticeable with her skin and hair color. Eleanor's beauty is not every eye pleasing, in fact there are probably more people who find her facial features strange (which someone with at least a trace of tact would never tell her) than people who find her beautiful (but at least they think she is extraordinarily beautiful).
Settings
Eleanor is basically a pretty righteous character. Far be it from willingly killing another player or looting a human corpse. However, she has a preference for pathetic appearances, often associated with certain dark thoughts. Darkness as dark as her eyes, that's her element. She hates the creatures of Chaos, such as orcs, trolls, cycs and rotworms, whom she believes their very existence to interfere with the plan that should govern the course of the world. You can tell by the fact that she fights monsters relatively hard. Eleanor is currently struggling to find the gold and experience it takes to become a Sorcerer, because whoever masters magic is like no other in tune with the world. It is magical energy that flows in the stream of fate, and she wants to draw a large portion of it for her own ideas.
Eleanor Rigby's diary
The following is the text of the diary that Eleanor has kept since her arrival in Tibia. Earth days are used as the unit of time for the sake of simplicity. The diary notes are displayed in descending order - starting with the most recent date - so that you can quickly find out about Eleanor's latest experiences without having to scroll down to the bottom of the page.
September 6, 2000
In the meantime I have made poor progress in the magical arts, but I hardly stay in Tibia anymore, but roam the world in search of a new home. I was not able to adequately fulfill the task of the crow and the guild that we wanted to found in honor of this new deity has never reached any significant size. I haven't heard from Zews either, I now consider him a vagabond and an honorable soldier of fortune. Pah, I regard this connection as dissolved.
March 5, 2000
A lot of time has passed since the last time I had enough leisure to write down my experiences. The world has slowly got used to the changes found in the city, and so far there have been no noticeable new changes. The minotaur mage soon disappeared from the temple and never reappeared.
In the meantime I have already mastered the magical arts a little, amazing things can be done with it! If not the guilds would charge such horrific sums for revealing the secret sayings! I could only afford membership in the mages guild because my lover Zews paid the amount for me. Although I preach the doctrine of the idea deities as instructed by the god of the crow whenever I get the opportunity, the doctrine has not found many followers. I resign in this regard. Otherwise life in Tibia will begin to be comfortable for me. Since I bought my trusty serrated sword, I have been able to hunt the grayish undead skeletons in the northern plains of Tibia without any problems.
December 26, 1999
Quite a few things in this world have changed suddenly, it is as if a furious wave of mutation has poured over the world. The panting breath of another dimension becomes palpable, for new, previously unknown creatures have appeared out of nowhere; The world is not at all what it was, they say a new city has appeared in the north and a minotaur magician stands in the sacred halls of the temple, throwing deadly spells at people from the safety of the consecrated place. It was my undoing too when I sought refuge in the temple from a persecutor. The residents of Tibia are visibly irritated by the upheavals: murder, looting and anarchy are rampant even on the streets. I can't count the number of times I've been killed since the upheaval, seven times I guess. Guys like HATRED or tete massacred me with the meanest tricks. And what happened when chemo tete tried to punish his murders? He fled to the depot, the coward! Oh, I wish I could roam Tibian Fields peacefully without the constant fear.
December 14, 1999
Yes, the land of shadows, where they pronounce the name of the dimension of Tibias as just one among many. The dimension of the spirits, the land where the unborn and the dead exist side by side and the laws of nature have no validity. Should I ever return from there, I would probably go insane in Tibia with the information I received there. The future, the past, everything is clear and open before me! I want to go back to Tibia! God of the crow, bring me back whatever the cost! "Whatever it costs? Kruahahah .... You are ready to give EVERYTHING for your return to this lower world." Everything "Think carefully about what you do! It is no problem for me to throw you back into the mortal world, but it may become a PROBLEM FOR YOU!" Say what to do, deity! - I obey!
"KRUAHAHAHA ..."
"KRRUUUUAHAAHAAA ..."
"KRRRRRRRUUUAHHHAAAUUUUAHUUUA ..."
December 13, 1999
Scary things happened to me! I hiked with Descartes through the mountains in search of the elves who were carrying the leaves from the tree of knowledge. Descartes, who is much stronger than me, fought the way clear, but on the other hand we soon had to realize that our way was unsuccessful and the elves could not be found. On the way back, something horrible happened: Without my will being able to contribute anything, without my body having a chance to defend myself, I disappeared into the dimension of shadows. Here I am now and the spirits flow around me; i don't know when i will return. I hear many things that burden my soul, but I also hear the god of the crow speaking to me soothingly. He promises me I can return to Tibia soon, he speaks in a voice that is far too soft ...
November 29, 1999
I wish you death and ruin, talk wired! I roamed the gruesome walls of the old temple, where the red worms' foul vermin thrive, with the intention of killing some of these beasts. But then a beast of a completely different shape approached, which the horrible that was inherent in it could not be seen at first glance. I greeted red wired in a friendly manner, but he answered with his gun. The first blow inflicted severe injuries on me, and although I normally look in the eye of every danger in cold blood, this behavior made me run blindly into a corner; too late I realized my mistake and turned around. I was barely able to hurry up the ladder when red took the last blow. Of all monsters, the man, whose mind and soul are eaten away by malevolent thoughts, is the greatest! For what pleasure can it be to assassinate a far inferior opponent? Only the soul that has forgotten to find joy or happiness is capable of such deeds! So I'll teach you what pain means, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but at some point you will be the inferior, red wired!
The first memories
I was in a temple made of white marble. The bluish light flashed briefly around me. This is the first thing I can remember, what was before are only faint scraps of memory, like a dream that may have slipped away when you woke up, although you can still vaguely suspect that it was there. I sense that I come from another world and that the temple represents a kind of intergalactic gateway, but I cannot say what this other world is like.
A road lined with tall trees led out of the temple, I took this path and found myself in the middle of a city. How terrified I was when I arrived at an intersection covered with corpses. I examined some of the dead and found that except for a torch, club, sack, and simple clothing, most of them had nothing with them. This gave me the idea to check what I was carrying myself and found the same items and a juicy red apple. When I looked up again, I noticed that two figures were beating each other with clubs in my immediate vicinity. I asked them what they were going to do and one of them replied that the other wanted to kill him. It seemed natural to me to help the attacked. Oh what a cruel world! I wanted to do the only thing that was justified from my point of view, but no sooner had I reached out to strike than I heard the call "Murderer, murderer!" I only recorded it briefly, but it was of such immense intensity that I had the feeling it could never end and the pain subsided, although - I think I have to emphasize this fact again - it only happened moments after its onset can have, in almost even greater astonishment than his appearance. It was just not a pain that one would expect to be able to feel afterwards.