Username: AlbertWesker458
Age: 16
RP Experience: Castem, Elthium, Athemitore, Haeriven, and few others I can't remember.
Anything else you want to note?:
Skype?:Nope.
IC
Name: Harvic Dimitriev
Age: 47
Race: Uxidi, (also considered a different species or type of human), Come from a land of Sorbia in the Bloodmyr Isles in search of peace and quiet so he can live in peace after his rocky life. Uxidi are capable to die by everything but old age, unless they ran out of precious souls, which were needed to rejuvinate an Uxidi after a human lifetime of years. Without these souls they would all die soon. But these souls are mainly gathered in Graveyards when a fresh grave is dug and the soul has yet to leave the body. During the time of war and death, most Uxidi thrived but became greedy and harvested precious souls into gems carved of emerald to keep them for themselves. When Uxidi are in foreign lands, if they are caught harvesting souls, they are most likely seen as a threat to Humanity, elves and the dwarves.
Gender: Male
Bioraphy:
LIFE IN THE BLOODMYR ISLES
Harvic was born in the land of Sorbia to a family of those who practiced the magical arts. In these lands such technology of that being in Elysium, did not exist. Mages were commonly raised in these lands, often tought by one-on-one mentors or in academies. Harvic at age five, witnessed his father get drafted into war against another country of the Bloodmyr Isles called the Heralden Theocracy. This war raged for a decade, and when it stopped, his father did not return. Harvic after this point was raised by his mother until he reached age 20. His mother had chosen to send him to her old mentor, who would teach him one-on-one for many years until he became familiar with most Advanced spells
Once he had mastered most of the advanced and basic spells and knowledge of the magical arts he was age 45. Though Uncommon for anyone to do so in such small time, he has done it. He returned home only to find his mother had become deathly ill and drew breath no longer... He buried her next to his father, he did this without using magic, as a gesture of respect. Like most Uxidi he hid his partial-immortality by appearing to age, most envied the Uxidi's special talent as the humans did the elves lifespan. So when they often left the Bloodmyr Isles they kept their heritage and race to appear human. Harvic was taught this as a child by his mother and mentor. So when he decided to go out adventuring and leave this boring life at home he decided to travel to new lands.
THE JOURNEY
Harvic took his family funds and took passage onto a ship heading to other lands away from the Isles, and after many months of being at sea, land was sighted. Harvic was excited to finally see new lands and new people. He was shocked when he first saw an dwarf, indirectly insulting it and achieving a broken nose in the process. His first night in these lands he headed to the inn and rented a room for a night.
The next day he was astonished to see the city in its full glory in the daytime. Though it wasn't any landmark city of these lands, the pure materials used to build the city itself surprised him. Though when he walked up to a nearby woman to ask of the materials used he found a new race of which he had never seen before. He stared at the woman before he continued to approach her, when a man stepped out of the shadows and grabbed hiim by his shirt and slammed him into a nearby wall. Surprised by this action, Harvic's hand instinctively went to his wand. He was surprisingly silent for such a painful blow. The man stared at Harvic and asked, "What do you think your doing staring at my woman!?" Confused Harvic shook his head a few times and exlaimed, "I did no such thing! I only meant to ask what race she was..." Harvic was cut off by the mans much louder voice, "Race? Where did you come from, a hole!?" The man loosened his grip on Harvic and stared into his eyes for a minute. "Your not joking are you?" "I don't see why one would joke about such things," Harvic replied in his steady monotone voice. The man's glare slowly turned to a look of confusion, then worry. He looked around and saw that the scene had gathered a crowd. "Oh well err... sorry about that," he said as a withdrawed from Harvic. Harvic's hand withdrew from his wand's pouch and brushed off his back. "It's fine, but can you please tell me what you are, I mean was in your race?" The man explained to Harvic about the elves and about their heritage. Harvic was surprised but felt it was nice he was already learning new things on his first day here. Once the man had finished, the woman from earlier asked the man ;who apparently was her husband, to come home now.
Harvic spent some more money and bought food, water, and a ew more days in the inn so he could continue his studies of magic. He may had finished his training but urged himself to become a better Sorcerer so that he could become a full mage such as his parents had. After these few days he had begun to travel north from the small settlement via carriage, because the elf from earlier had explained that not many mages still live around the cities. When he arrived at the city of Elysium he had to stop the carriage at the front gates, he suddenly was not feeling so well, so instead after paying the last sum of his gold to the carriage driver he chose to perhaps build his own house and continue his studies there.
AlbertWesker458 - Denied.While your application was really good, and I would of loved to have accepted it. Just by default I cannot accept such a race. Also, if you are going to have magic, it would be nice to fill out the Mage's Application. Please do apply again! ^ ^ Thank you for applying.
Username: AlbertWesker458
Age: 16
RP Experience: Castem, Elthium, Athemitore, Haeriven, and few others I can't remember.
Anything else you want to note?:
Skype?:No
IC
Name: William Ryan
Age: 32
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Bioraphy:
LIFE IN BLOODMYR
Born in the country of the Heraldan Theocracy within the Bloodmyr Isles, William was born into a religious family that followed the ways of the Heraldan church. William was born not even months after the war with Sorbia, another country within the Bloodmyr Isles. His father who was a vicar for the theocracy was nearly assassinated during a meeting of vicars at the start of the war, but survived. He was rose by his parents through his childhood until he was sent to be taught in an academy for Sorcery. Over the years he excelled in this classes. Though he felt an urge, some sort of wanting for something. He ignored the want and continued on with his classes, but during his 8th year at the academy he decided to sneak into one of the Headmaster's rooms. He was wble to do so and when he did he searched for what he wanted, he himself didn't know what he so desired, but he looked. When he set his eyes apon the ancient tome of the headmaster, the man who knew more magic and had been the most powerful he knew what he wanted. He wanted more magic, more power! Power means respect, and oh he so desired respect. He was beaten by his drunken father as a child, for the older man who he had never been able to call a father, had something wrong with him after the war ((Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder)) and would resolve to going to the inn to drink his night away, and come home to beat his wife and child. William still fringed whenever he looked at his scars, feeling as if when he looks at them, the pain returns as a burn of a belt or the blunt pain of a drunken fist founding apon him. Yes, he wanted revenge, he was going to KILL his father! All of this flashed into his mind as he saw the ancient tome. He quickly grabbed it, and snuck out of the room to his dormitory.
It is this point his life is changed, for the next few years of his life in the academy he excelled much, much faster than he had previously. Knowing far more dangerous, effective, and powerful skills even more than his teachers. For the Guildmaster had written much in that old Tome. The guildmaster for the past few years had searched each student multiple times to no avail of finding his precious tome, and William's superb grades did not make him seem invisible to the Guildmaster's eyes. The guildmaster often searched William in thought that he had it. Which he did, but he mostly turned it invisible or drifted the tome into a different dimension for a short time until the searchers had left and he could safely study it further. It was until his 11th year the the guildmaster was able to surprise William by walking into his dorm whilst being invisible. William looked up in shock to see the Guildmaster appear out of nowhere and quickly jumped up and threw the book under his bed covers as if the guildmaster hadn't already seen it.
"I know it was you William, I always have..." The old Guildmaster announced.
"I have no clue wh-" WIlliam was cut off as a bolt of lightning shot out of the uildmaster's wand into the quickly placed barrier of Will's
"You cannot leave alive William, for you have defiled my lifes work by your reading of it."
"Oh, is that so old man?"
Williams eyes seemed to glow with a dark red light at his words, the guildmaster recognized the sign and shot a rush of water out of his wand's point in will's direction.
The Guildmaster had guessed correctly, for William shot a large fireball from his wand not seconds after he had cast his water counter-attacking spell.
He continued his chanting for the water incantation. As William did for his fire, until Will's words quickly changed and a blur of lightning slashed into the water and blasting through the wand of the guildmaster. He had never saw it coming. Will walked over to the body that lie shaking furiously on the floor. He looked at the old man's wand, it was split in two peices, he had been right on target with his bolt of lightning. Will, finally realizing the impact of his actions, quickly ran to his bed, grabbed his book, packed his things and quickly walked out of the academy and back home.
Home.... so many memories, so many fights, threats, beatings, he decided rather than going in at the dark of night that he would rather just destroy it with all that lay inside. He cast a silent incantation and the house suddenly began to shrink, but that wasn't the spell, he was burying the house and the gravity that wa pushing the hosue down had began smashing the house into peices. He heard unfamiliar screams and when he stopped the incantation a peice of fallen timber tilted over and a crawling body came out. It wasn't anyone he recognized! His family was not here! Suddenly guards burst from the guard hosue and called out the young man in his tan suit, of which he wore in his academy by choice. WIll ran, its all he could do, there were to many guards and not eno- Wait, what was he thinking! Will stopped and turned around in all one liquid movement, he shouted an incantation and shards of ice emerged and shot from his wand, at first small chips that only dented the guards armor, but as seconds passed and the guards drew closer, they were hit by larger and sharper shards that peirced through their armor as if it were bread or paper. After a minute of casting the spell and aining a headache in the process, he ran to the docks of his small city of which he lived in. Luckily the harbormaster did not see what had happend and Will was able to gain passage aboard a ship with ease and money.
Months passed, Will grew seasick and ate rarely. Until the estatic yelling of "LAND HOO!" reached his ears, of which is when he grabbed his stuff and ran down the gangplank, it was here he saw all of the races of which he was foreced to study in the academy. It was still daylight so he used a flick of his wrist and called an incantation of which was in the Ancient Tome and was suddenly in front of a city. He had planned to go much farther north but, something here stopped him, he felt too weak to cast such a strong teleportation spell. So here he stood, looking up at the sign that read:
ELYSIUM
Appearance: Tan yellowish suit supplied by his academy. He bares a musatche and a fresh cut set of hair.
[color=#6699cc]--- MAGE APPLICATION:
[b]Username:AlbertWesker 458[/b]
[b]Anything else you want to note?:[/b]
No
[b]--- In Character:[/b]
[b]Name:William[/b]
[b]Age:22 [/b](( It takes about 60 years to acquire magic, and much more to even master it! ))
[b]Race:Human[/b]
[b]How did they learn magic?:At first he studied at an academy then stole an ancient tome of which he was able to learn and copy the magic rather than learning what magic was about and the side classes that would be needed to become master of the Academy.[/b]
[b]What type of things will they do with magic?:Cast the most obvious of destructive spells: Fireball, Lightning bolt, Force push, Force Pull, Entagle enemies with nearby plantlife, Levitate short distances (Without getting a sharp headache that causes him to lose concentration on keeping the spell) I can think of many other but they would be OP so thats about it![/b] (( Magic isn't limited to controlling the elements, it is just whatever you can think of, with some restraints. Magic is a very powerful thing, but it IS declining so be, creative and DON'T be OP!))[/color][/color]
AlbertWesker458 - Accepted! Thank you for re-doing your application, I appreciate it, and I really loved the app! As for the magic bits, I'm okay with it, you seem to know whats OP and not, so I shall trust you with that. Welcome aboard!
Username: flufferNutter Age: much too old to be playing pretend (22) RP Experience: Well. Nothing on a minecraft server hrm. Just various forums and the odd rapid-fire IRC roleplay. Anything else you want to note?: Go easy on me. NO. Wait. Don't go easy on me. I'm hardcore dangit!
--- In Character:
Name: Darius Sethe, or, Darius the Botanist, or, The Mad Mushroom Man Age: Much too old to be playing adventurer (72, or, somewhere between 70 and prehistoric) Race: Human Gender: Male Biography:
In his youth, Darius might have been a strapping young man. There may have been a time when he was brave and adventurous, when he defended towns from monstrous sieges, or saved damsels in distress from tall ivory towers. Or at one point he may have been a scholar, researching the intricacies of the magic that was rapidly leaving the world; perhaps he discovered the eighty-two uses for newt tails, or invented the sixteen step method for extracting essentia magick from a pure mana deposit.
Whatever his great deeds of the past may have been, they have been long lost to time. Frail and half-addled in his old age, even the man himself would be hard pressed to give you a coherent narrative of his origins. He would tell you it doesn't matter, of course--what matters is the here and now! Not the details of a bygone era! Following those exclamations, he would likely then proceed into a multi-paragraph rant about how much easier things are these days, and how kids these days just can't appreciate what they have, and how in his day he had to walk five miles to get to the market to buy a measly half a bag of wheat, uphill both ways, rain, snow, or sleet, and by god they appreciated that half bag of wheat, they were glad to have the opportunity to make the trek...
Yes, he would probably go on like that for an hour, at least. It would be exceptionally dull, and eyes that were not nodding off into sleep would probably begin to wander. They might notice that the ancient man before them wore rugged traveling clothes, a dead giveaway that he had been one of those stepping off the train just now. His features would be stereotypical of the Men from the West, that crooked nose having perhaps once been the aquiline nose commonly seen in a country you can't quite recall the name of. Interrupting his tirade to ask what brings him so far from home would be met with another lecture about how kids simply don't listen to their elders anymore, but the answer would be forthcoming after the verbal assault.
He was a traveler, somewhat unique for a Man his age though not unheard of, visiting the lands far and wide to catalogue the various flora. So he was a scholar, one might say, but he would wave off the designation. A hobby, he would say, just a hobby he'd picked up sometime in the last few decades, but a hobby he thoroughly enjoyed. Some folks simply find their calling later in life, and if late happens to mean somewhere in one's fourth decade on this world, then so much the better, it simply meant one was all the more financially capable of pursuing such a calling. Perhaps he might here deign to present the contents of the enormous backpack he's been toting around all this time: scrolls scrawled with various notes, bottles of salves and potions, pouches full of powders and leaves and seeds, all stowed away with the more mundane odds and ends of everyday life. Souveneirs, as well, from far and wide. And not a single coin to speak of.
Well, perhaps not so financially capable, he might say with a sigh. But that's fine. He'd traveled all over the continent in his pursuit of all things botanical, and maybe it's time to settle down and retire. Take a break, right? Find himself a nice little house somewhere, make a humble living off of his hobby, adopt a cat named Mr. Snuffles, and live out the rest of his twilight years in peace and cat hair. This place is as good a place as any, after all. Maybe better. Always loved the hustle and bustle of the city, he did. Yes, he'd definitely kept up his travels for much longer than one should. It was time to lay down his weary bones and let the young'uns take over for him.
And perhaps there might be more small talk after that, about the weather, the sights and sounds, about the future and the past, and finally it would be time for the old man to wave goodbye and find the peaceful retirement he was looking for. And one might wave back, and as he strides off into the crowd, the thought might enter some heads that this man was just a few cards short of a full deck.
Appearance: He certainly looks old. Really old. Unbelievably old. He has no hair--possibly. It would be easier to tell if he took off that brown cap once in a while. Beneath the cap are cloudy blue eyes, a crooked nose, and a thin mouth, all working in concert to produce a permanently stern expression on his wrinkled face. His clothing is poor quality, just undyed gray cloth and bits of leather, and pouches of various sizes strapped around his waist. He is an altogether unremarkable old man, perhaps better remembered for his incorrigible attitude than for his looks.
Username: Splonkerton
Age: 14
RP Experience: A lot but not any specific servers, or guilds.
Anything else you want to note?: The server looks great!
Skype?:Yes
IC
Name: Silincian
Age: 40
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Bioraphy:
SIlincian has always kept to himself, like a dwarf he mined, fought, and ate. Throughout his life he has explored many lands, met many people and made a small fortune. He had always loved the water, so much that everyhome he has built has been near or next to water. When he turned 37 he became a great alchemist who made the finest potions and enchanted the best weaponry. His trusty Bow and Sword guide him through the lands night and day. He has always been so considerate that his greatest house he had built was given to a small guild of peasants. Since then he has lost a lot of his belongings but one thing pushes him to go. When he was six Dwarves attacked his village kidnapped the women and ran. He travels to this day to find his mother.
flufferNutter - Accepted! Another wonderful application! Ah, 22 isn't that old though - we have quite a few 'old' members But I really liked your app, we don't have enough old people! You have a nice writing style ^ ^!
-In Character-
Name: Lurius Alluron
Age: 15,967 (no, its not just a random number I picked)
Race: Elf (Reasoning for being in Elysium in Biography)
Gender: Male
Biography:
Lurius's story is one full of uncertainties and loose ends. To sum it up wholly into a
series of chronological events is nearly impossible. In fact, it was once Lurius's focus to re-discover
who he was. Herein lies a very brief glimpse into what is known about Lurius Alluron.
This history refers to a land long lost due to the tragic events that unfolded there. This land, as refered to in the last remaining Elvish record, was called Elendil. Some of the remaining information left on Elendil is required in order to seet the stage for the rest of the histories to follow.
Upon this massive continent were the five races, each living in equilibrium. There was a great peace, until certain events unfolded that hung over the land for approximately 10,000 years. It was a utopia in this ancient time. It is officially unknown whether if life originated here and spread away or the races migrated to these lands themselves. There are no remaining documents left supporting either side of the issue.
Now, it is also necessary to keep in mind the distribution of power within the Elvish system of government. A rather boring lecture is to follow, but please, pay attention. Initially, from the very beginning of history, a great council convened within the Elvish capital of Séregon, made up of 100 of the most influential Elvish Clans.
These Clans, collectively through the 100 representatives, elected a Head of the Council. The system of government eventually came to call itself the High Council of Elvish Powers. Over the 10,000 years of piece some Clans faded away and others rose into power, but most stayed in a constant position at the top. The Clan of Alluron had the great fortune to be one of those in the constant position of power.
Now that the stage has been properly set, onto the more important, and slightly more exciting history.
Lurius was either the originator or born into the once great Elvish Clan Alluron. This period of time was long before 'The Age of Darkness'- in fact, from the one remaining record left (which itself is nearly completely tarnished), this period is referred as 'Origin' and similarly 'The Great Age of Birth. As a matter of fact, it is very much a possibility that Lurius was one of the first-born Elves, but I digress.
The formerly great Clan of Alluron held high power within the High Council of Elven Powers up until the
end of the 'Origin' era. This transitional period saw and end to a long period of peace, with a massive Elven Civil War taking place (the first war to take place in history). The war started as a mass of influential clans seceded from the Council, including the Alluron Clan's closest ally the Eeriide (pronounced similarly to Air-eyed) Clan. The secession ruptured the Council, with only 45% staying loyal. This period of war lasted nearly 3,500 years, causing more bloodshed than any war combined afterward. When the dust settled, all of the seceding clans were either completely killed off or imprisoned, although in most cases entire bloodlines were severed. The cost of victory for the Council was high as well, as most of their clans were wiped out as well. For the most part the Alluron Clan went through unscathed, although the total Elvish population only numbered close to 100,000. Besides the cost of the lives lost, the end of the Elven Civil War brought about the darkest age in Elven history. Due to their low numbers compared to the enemy, the High Council of Elven Powers sought the assistance of Human Kings in the darkest hours of the war. This support turned the tide of the war in the favor of the Elven Powers, but it ultimately brought a terrible cost upon the race. The Kings, citing a need for repayment, enslaved what was left of the Elves, beginning the Elvish 'Era of Terror'.
Records of this era of approximately 1000 years have been lost, although it is known that through harsh servitude the total Elvish population dwindled down to about 10,000 soles. High King Talbor released the Elves back to their homeland in order to end this era. Although he attempted to do so in good nature and gave reparations to the Elves, resentment held strong in the majority of Elves, especially within the Clan of Alluron. Over the course of the next era (which led up to what is now considered the beginning of recorded time), things were quiet for the isolationist Elves, although war erupted up around them within the other races, influenced by what had happened in the first war in history. Or so it seemed, as the Alluron Clan, led now by the now powerful and wicked mage Lurius Alluron, can be seen as the inciting party behind each and every war that occurred. Twisted by all the events that occurred in his life, Lurius despised anything that wasn't Elvish. Lurius bided his time as the other races pulled themselves apart, gathering up strength within his people. The Elvish population flourished, numbering in the billions. The military that would soon support him numbered greater than that of what was left of most of the other races.
Lurius, over the course of his life, became the most powerful mage in history. His power dwarfed even the collective force of a majority of his peers, and along with this great power came a great deal of fear towards him. This fear gave him great influence over anyone who would attempt to challenge him. His seemingly insurmountable power led him to strive towards taking total control of the Elvish Kingdoms in order to purge the world of the other races, whom he deemed the cause of the Elvish race's great decline from influence and suffering in the ages past.
Lurius's time came when the Head of the High Council of Elven Powers died (presumably through assassination). He seized control of the council and had the other council members killed, effectively disbanding the Counci. Lurius assumed total control of the Elven people. His rise to power saw little resistance. At the beginning of the New Year, Lurius launched the initial campaign against the other races, which would lead into the 'Five Years War', which in turn would lead into the end of the era of pre-history.
Not much is known about the 'Five Years War' as information about it was mostly destroyed. This was a purposeful act, by an order called 'The Peaceful Dawn', which brought an end to Lurius's brief but tyrannical rule upon the known world. This shadowy order was made up of not only the finest remaining mages left alive on Elendil, but also from some who called Sylverant their homeland. It is important to note at this time, that for nearly 15,000 years the races saw that Elendil was the complete extent of the world. The wise mages of 'The Peaceful Dawn' knew that this worldview was obsolete. They sent messengers for help across a great ocean, in search of another land. Within three years, the order had built up a friendship with the Mages Guild in Sylverant and had managed to bring over more than a dozen of the finest Mages available from that land over to Elendil. This allowed for a great conference to be held within the order in order to discover how to bring down the malevolent Lurius Alluron. The only way that was found, as it was deemed impossible to kill him, was to place him into a type of mana-induced stasis. This act, unfortunately would kill all of the mages who dared to cast it, as it required the majority of thier life force as well. After the stasis had been cast, it was the job of the apprentices to bring Lurius, whilst in stasis, to a great gate. This gate, held in the depths of an abandoned dwarven mine in Elendil, would transport Lurius to a ghastly place now known as the nether. After he was moved into the nether, it was the last act of the apprentices to destroy the gate, to prevent Lurius from ever re-entering the surface world. The plan was acted out, taking Lurius by surprise. Everything went as planned until the very end, when the apprentices were to destroy the gate. It was an unexpected consequence of their actions what occurred next. The gate, rather than being simply destroyed, allowed a cataclysmic explosion to come forth from it. This explosion allowed the nether to take influence over the entirety of Elendil, and all of those who were left alive after the explosion soon perished. This is how the once proud continent of Elendil stands today, an ashen monument to the evils and atrocities that Lurius Alluron committed whilst in total control. Now trapped in the Nether in a state of perpetual stasis, Lurius was unaware of what happened to his home. It seemed as if he would never be free of the Nether, and that, for all intensive purposes, he was dead. Soon, however, events would unfold to change what seemed to be fact.
As a result of making initial connection with the nether, the surface world would have to bear a certain burden. Once the first connection was destroyed, another had to be manifested in order to keep the two worlds form imploding in on themselves. In a natural process, another lone gate to the Nether was created, this time in Sylverant. This portal, under a lone mountain, would probably never have been found. As consequence would have it, of course, it was. This is when Lurius makes his way back into commonly known history.
As most would now know, this second gate was destroyed. Fantastically and somewhat miraculously, while the nether took hold of the mountain, Lurius was relinquished from both the nether and his stasis (his stasis was weakened by the destruction of the first gate, but not completely broken). He found himself alone, surrounded by lava and also by strange beasts. After making his way to a safer haven (A small settlement not too far from the epicenter of the explosion) he found he had no knowledge of himself, excluding his name (his magic capabilities were also non-existent, a side effect of the stasis along with his memory loss).
From that day on, Lurius ventured to find out his lost origins. He found little for nearly two hundred years, until 935. Lurius made a significant breakthrough after he found a lost library of 'The Peaceful Dawn', which happened to be the last known functioning location of 'The Peaceful Dawn', due to it being located in Sylverant. It had been abandoned for nearly 1,000 years, and this time had taken its toll on the lost library. Lurius found the last known remaining histories of the Ancient Ages, and rediscovered who he was and what he had become. Memories (some, but not all) of who he was flooded back to him, and he was able to look upon and know who he was properly again. Thoroughly disgusted and seized by a bout of depression, he attempted suicide, but failed. Gaining time to think he stayed within the ruined library. Collecting the knowledge within the library, Lurius wrote complete histories about the various ages of pre-history and a general history of the rise of the races. He also highlighted the rise and fall of his regime, which allowed Lurius to come to complete grips with his former self. Deciding not to attempt to publish his works (they would be too controversial), he moved to the floating metropolis of Elysium, to drown himself in ale and mead in an attempt to stave of depression. Lurius waits for the day when he can redeem himself for all the atrocities he committed, so he can be at a true peace with himself and bring honor back to the Clan of Alluron.
Appearence: Due to millennia of being a mage, Lurius's skin turned to a hue of red, unlike any other elf. He still wears the traditional armor of the Alluron Clan. His eyes have maintained a composition of deep green. Although he has no magical prowess, he is still adept with a bow, as signified by the quiver upon his back.
Additional Info: Although Lurius has no significant magical power left; he still looks to gain some of his powers back to use for good. If he is able to accomplish this remains to be seen. He has a little skill in relation to machines, but nothing major.
EDIT: Some major formatting flaws changed, along with some plot inconsistencies and spelling errors. Also, the ending of this is pretty sloppy, but what can you do. It was about one in the morning when I finished this piece.
"People... of the universe! Tonight... is the night.. when the skies will open, and spray forth a divine hand with pointed finger! And it will say... everybody... you're not just a duck... YOU ARE HUMAN! YOU ARE HUMAAAAN!!!" -Thurston Moore
[b]Username: bryanhasateninch
[b]Age:13
[b]RP Experience: I have played RP for a long time on GMOD. I'm faithful and i know how to play. I know all the rules about metagaming and OOC and such.
[b]Anything else you want to note?:Is there an NLR like in GMOD? i figured not but just asking.
[b]Skype?: babeast99
In Character:
[b]Name: Bryan Frost
[b]Age:22
[b]Race: Hobbit
[b]Gender:Male
[b]Biography: Well I took the midnight train going anywhere and I ended up here. A beautiful town that i hoped to make my stay. I was born in a little shack of the coast of Gualamatahara. We didn't have much money and i was sent off to the army at the age of 7. My mother has past when i was 22. Our town was completely trashed so i took all i had and took that train. I found a couple of people that could help me with my town. Now I found a wife and have a very nice house. With the armour on my back and the tools in my pocket, i made my empire and hope to live the rest of my life here!
[b]Appearance: Short little guy. Not much clothes but enough to last for a couple of months. I have brown skin with long hair,lots of cuts all over my skin. Seem homeless to others.
[b]Username: bryanhasateninch
[b]Age:13
[b]RP Experience: I have played RP for a long time on GMOD. I'm faithful and i know how to play. I know all the rules about metagaming and OOC and such.
[b]Anything else you want to note?:Is there an NLR like in GMOD? i figured not but just asking.
[b]Skype?: babeast99
In Character:
[b]Name: Bryan Frost
[b]Age:22
[b]Race: Hobbit
[b]Gender:Male
[b]Biography: Well I took the midnight train going anywhere and I ended up here. A beautiful town that i hoped to make my stay. I was born in a little shack of the coast of Gualamatahara. We didn't have much money and i was sent off to the army at the age of 7. My mother has past when i was 22. Our town was completely trashed so i took all i had and took that train. I found a couple of people that could help me with my town. Now I found a wife and have a very nice house. With the armour on my back and the tools in my pocket, i made my empire and hope to live the rest of my life here!
[b]Appearance: Short little guy. Not much clothes but enough to last for a couple of months. I have brown skin with long hair,lots of cuts all over my skin. Seem homeless to others.
Denied... Same family is dead, town looted by bandits cliche. Also, There are no hobbits. Choose a VALID race within our lore. Also, you start out with little to nothing. You can say you lost your 'empire' or give up the idea entirely.
Okay, so, I can't speak for the others about canon. i also can't promise this will be adopted into lore, excluding your character, if you were hoping for that. Also, since the app was kinda shaky in coherence, I also can't say whether or not you wanted magic, if so, make the separate app to obtain magic. Oh, and due to the fact canon and coherence were both shaky (to me), until stated otherwise, my best guess is that these events either: A.) This happened in early Elysium years and the history is NOT to surface, or B.) This happened in another kingdom. One last criticism, I didn't like the 'lost birthdate' thing. If you could think of something and discover it IC sometime in the course of RP, that would be great.
Other than previously stated above, good app! Don't worry about the 'no experience' thing either. Trust me, you'll gain experience fast enough.
Okay, so, I can't speak for the others about canon. i also can't promise this will be adopted into lore, excluding your character, if you were hoping for that. Also, since the app was kinda shaky in coherence, I also can't say whether or not you wanted magic, if so, make the separate app to obtain magic. Oh, and due to the fact canon and coherence were both shaky (to me), until stated otherwise, my best guess is that these events either: A.) This happened in early Elysium years and the history is NOT to surface, or B.) This happened in another kingdom. One last criticism, I didn't like the 'lost birthdate' thing. If you could think of something and discover it IC sometime in the course of RP, that would be great.
Other than previously stated above, good app! Don't worry about the 'no experience' thing either. Trust me, you'll gain experience fast enough.
Thanks!
Here is just to clarify things:
I included that statment about canon because I didn't know whether or not the 'biography' would interfere with what has been envisioned for Elysium. Again, I am willing to change the origin story just in case it is heavily contrasts what has been envisioned. I wasn't exactly expecting it to be accepted as canon, I'm doubting it will be actually. I merely thought it was interesting, but slightly on the borderline of being too indepth into the history of Elysium. What I wanted of it originally was just to be similar to what you said in situation A, that it happened in ancient history before Elysium and no one (other than my char.) would know or really care.
I also am not looking to apply for being a mage, I just wanted it to be kept open as a possibility in the future.
Eventually I may apply for it, but that is far down the line after I expand my character.
About the lost birthdate, I totally agree with you. The main reason I didn't include one was that I wasn't sure that my 'biography' would be greenlighted. If it is deemed okay, then I will give an exact age, but if it isn't, then I'll change things up to fit the canon better.
Hopefully that helps! I looked back at my app and read it again. Its kinda meh... I could do better. However I did only write it in a couple of hours late last night, so flaws should be expected. I may rewrite it just so it is a better piece regardless, even though it doesn't truly matter.
I'll wait to get on until I get an official word on my 'Biography' (I'm not trying to say that your word isn't official, but as you said you aren't wholly sure). Thank you for the help and the criticism, I really appreciate it!
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Username: jaydog21
Age: 15
RP Experience: Not much, but I know how it works, I've played enough RP servers to know how to role play.
Anything else you want to note?: Nothing, I am a girl though, don't be fooled by my username.
Skype?: No, sorry.
In Character
Name: Cassidy Xertix
Age: 15
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Biography: Cassidy is a little girl who lived a town known as Rougeport. She wasn't the brightest girl in the world, she would often get lost in her house and the mines, but would fight her way out with her tremendous strength. This town was full of criminals and it wasn't the healthiest place for a little girl to be growing up in.She didn't have a bunch of friends the only friend was her pet pig, Jeffery and her parents were thinking of killing him and eating him, for they were not the wealthiest in the neighborhood. One day, Tanya was playing with Jeffery and she saw a tall, scaly fellow go into her home from across the street. When she went over to the front door the house had exploded and left a giant crater where it once was. the force of the blast sent here flying into the bushes. Jeffery was frightened and jumped into the bushes with Cassidy.
Cassidy had woken up from Jeffery biting on her sleeve, trying o wake her up. She observed the wreckage, and found nothing but rocks, rocks, and more rocks. She found few things that she had recognized as her own. She did find here pink knight costume that was buried under all the rubble. The close on her back was getting torn and smelly from being passed out the bushes. There was not one piece of evidence of her parents. Cassidy knew that now she had to live on her own. She took the pink armor to an illegal Enchanter's Shop where she used the last of her money to enchant the armor to the best of her ability. She set off with her pig to find those who had taken her parent's lives.
Appearance: Without her armor, She was a short, young, blonde haired girl with blue eyes. with the armor on you can't see her body. The armor is pink and white, it has black and gray leggings. The torso has a pink heart on it and the gloves are black and gray, like her leggings. There a eye patterns fixed on the helmet, making it look like she is always happy as can be. Despite her appearance, she is a very strong and dopey girl.
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ProFamer - Accepted! I remember you from RoK a bit! Cool app though ^^ I like how you aren't a teen.
Thank you, yea I remember the server. I stopped playing for a little and forgot the site and address. Glad to see someone recognize me.
Username: AlbertWesker458
Age: 16
RP Experience: Castem, Elthium, Athemitore, Haeriven, and few others I can't remember.
Anything else you want to note?:
Skype?:Nope.
IC
Name: Harvic Dimitriev
Age: 47
Race: Uxidi, (also considered a different species or type of human), Come from a land of Sorbia in the Bloodmyr Isles in search of peace and quiet so he can live in peace after his rocky life. Uxidi are capable to die by everything but old age, unless they ran out of precious souls, which were needed to rejuvinate an Uxidi after a human lifetime of years. Without these souls they would all die soon. But these souls are mainly gathered in Graveyards when a fresh grave is dug and the soul has yet to leave the body. During the time of war and death, most Uxidi thrived but became greedy and harvested precious souls into gems carved of emerald to keep them for themselves. When Uxidi are in foreign lands, if they are caught harvesting souls, they are most likely seen as a threat to Humanity, elves and the dwarves.
Gender: Male
Bioraphy:
LIFE IN THE BLOODMYR ISLES
Harvic was born in the land of Sorbia to a family of those who practiced the magical arts. In these lands such technology of that being in Elysium, did not exist. Mages were commonly raised in these lands, often tought by one-on-one mentors or in academies. Harvic at age five, witnessed his father get drafted into war against another country of the Bloodmyr Isles called the Heralden Theocracy. This war raged for a decade, and when it stopped, his father did not return. Harvic after this point was raised by his mother until he reached age 20. His mother had chosen to send him to her old mentor, who would teach him one-on-one for many years until he became familiar with most Advanced spells
Once he had mastered most of the advanced and basic spells and knowledge of the magical arts he was age 45. Though Uncommon for anyone to do so in such small time, he has done it. He returned home only to find his mother had become deathly ill and drew breath no longer... He buried her next to his father, he did this without using magic, as a gesture of respect. Like most Uxidi he hid his partial-immortality by appearing to age, most envied the Uxidi's special talent as the humans did the elves lifespan. So when they often left the Bloodmyr Isles they kept their heritage and race to appear human. Harvic was taught this as a child by his mother and mentor. So when he decided to go out adventuring and leave this boring life at home he decided to travel to new lands.
THE JOURNEY
Harvic took his family funds and took passage onto a ship heading to other lands away from the Isles, and after many months of being at sea, land was sighted. Harvic was excited to finally see new lands and new people. He was shocked when he first saw an dwarf, indirectly insulting it and achieving a broken nose in the process. His first night in these lands he headed to the inn and rented a room for a night.
The next day he was astonished to see the city in its full glory in the daytime. Though it wasn't any landmark city of these lands, the pure materials used to build the city itself surprised him. Though when he walked up to a nearby woman to ask of the materials used he found a new race of which he had never seen before. He stared at the woman before he continued to approach her, when a man stepped out of the shadows and grabbed hiim by his shirt and slammed him into a nearby wall. Surprised by this action, Harvic's hand instinctively went to his wand. He was surprisingly silent for such a painful blow. The man stared at Harvic and asked, "What do you think your doing staring at my woman!?" Confused Harvic shook his head a few times and exlaimed, "I did no such thing! I only meant to ask what race she was..." Harvic was cut off by the mans much louder voice, "Race? Where did you come from, a hole!?" The man loosened his grip on Harvic and stared into his eyes for a minute. "Your not joking are you?" "I don't see why one would joke about such things," Harvic replied in his steady monotone voice. The man's glare slowly turned to a look of confusion, then worry. He looked around and saw that the scene had gathered a crowd. "Oh well err... sorry about that," he said as a withdrawed from Harvic. Harvic's hand withdrew from his wand's pouch and brushed off his back. "It's fine, but can you please tell me what you are, I mean was in your race?" The man explained to Harvic about the elves and about their heritage. Harvic was surprised but felt it was nice he was already learning new things on his first day here. Once the man had finished, the woman from earlier asked the man ;who apparently was her husband, to come home now.
Harvic spent some more money and bought food, water, and a ew more days in the inn so he could continue his studies of magic. He may had finished his training but urged himself to become a better Sorcerer so that he could become a full mage such as his parents had. After these few days he had begun to travel north from the small settlement via carriage, because the elf from earlier had explained that not many mages still live around the cities. When he arrived at the city of Elysium he had to stop the carriage at the front gates, he suddenly was not feeling so well, so instead after paying the last sum of his gold to the carriage driver he chose to perhaps build his own house and continue his studies there.
Appearance: (( A description of your character, please! Pictures of your skin is optional. )) http://i1059.photobucket.com/albums/t428/AlbertWesker458/2013-02-08_191704_zpsca4ff875.png
AlbertWesker458 - Denied.While your application was really good, and I would of loved to have accepted it. Just by default I cannot accept such a race. Also, if you are going to have magic, it would be nice to fill out the Mage's Application. Please do apply again! ^ ^ Thank you for applying.
Age: 16
RP Experience: Castem, Elthium, Athemitore, Haeriven, and few others I can't remember.
Anything else you want to note?:
Skype?:No
IC
Name: William Ryan
Age: 32
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Bioraphy:
LIFE IN BLOODMYR
Born in the country of the Heraldan Theocracy within the Bloodmyr Isles, William was born into a religious family that followed the ways of the Heraldan church. William was born not even months after the war with Sorbia, another country within the Bloodmyr Isles. His father who was a vicar for the theocracy was nearly assassinated during a meeting of vicars at the start of the war, but survived. He was rose by his parents through his childhood until he was sent to be taught in an academy for Sorcery. Over the years he excelled in this classes. Though he felt an urge, some sort of wanting for something. He ignored the want and continued on with his classes, but during his 8th year at the academy he decided to sneak into one of the Headmaster's rooms. He was wble to do so and when he did he searched for what he wanted, he himself didn't know what he so desired, but he looked. When he set his eyes apon the ancient tome of the headmaster, the man who knew more magic and had been the most powerful he knew what he wanted. He wanted more magic, more power! Power means respect, and oh he so desired respect. He was beaten by his drunken father as a child, for the older man who he had never been able to call a father, had something wrong with him after the war ((Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder)) and would resolve to going to the inn to drink his night away, and come home to beat his wife and child. William still fringed whenever he looked at his scars, feeling as if when he looks at them, the pain returns as a burn of a belt or the blunt pain of a drunken fist founding apon him. Yes, he wanted revenge, he was going to KILL his father! All of this flashed into his mind as he saw the ancient tome. He quickly grabbed it, and snuck out of the room to his dormitory.
It is this point his life is changed, for the next few years of his life in the academy he excelled much, much faster than he had previously. Knowing far more dangerous, effective, and powerful skills even more than his teachers. For the Guildmaster had written much in that old Tome. The guildmaster for the past few years had searched each student multiple times to no avail of finding his precious tome, and William's superb grades did not make him seem invisible to the Guildmaster's eyes. The guildmaster often searched William in thought that he had it. Which he did, but he mostly turned it invisible or drifted the tome into a different dimension for a short time until the searchers had left and he could safely study it further. It was until his 11th year the the guildmaster was able to surprise William by walking into his dorm whilst being invisible. William looked up in shock to see the Guildmaster appear out of nowhere and quickly jumped up and threw the book under his bed covers as if the guildmaster hadn't already seen it.
"I know it was you William, I always have..." The old Guildmaster announced.
"I have no clue wh-" WIlliam was cut off as a bolt of lightning shot out of the uildmaster's wand into the quickly placed barrier of Will's
"You cannot leave alive William, for you have defiled my lifes work by your reading of it."
"Oh, is that so old man?"
Williams eyes seemed to glow with a dark red light at his words, the guildmaster recognized the sign and shot a rush of water out of his wand's point in will's direction.
The Guildmaster had guessed correctly, for William shot a large fireball from his wand not seconds after he had cast his water counter-attacking spell.
He continued his chanting for the water incantation. As William did for his fire, until Will's words quickly changed and a blur of lightning slashed into the water and blasting through the wand of the guildmaster. He had never saw it coming. Will walked over to the body that lie shaking furiously on the floor. He looked at the old man's wand, it was split in two peices, he had been right on target with his bolt of lightning. Will, finally realizing the impact of his actions, quickly ran to his bed, grabbed his book, packed his things and quickly walked out of the academy and back home.
Home.... so many memories, so many fights, threats, beatings, he decided rather than going in at the dark of night that he would rather just destroy it with all that lay inside. He cast a silent incantation and the house suddenly began to shrink, but that wasn't the spell, he was burying the house and the gravity that wa pushing the hosue down had began smashing the house into peices. He heard unfamiliar screams and when he stopped the incantation a peice of fallen timber tilted over and a crawling body came out. It wasn't anyone he recognized! His family was not here! Suddenly guards burst from the guard hosue and called out the young man in his tan suit, of which he wore in his academy by choice. WIll ran, its all he could do, there were to many guards and not eno- Wait, what was he thinking! Will stopped and turned around in all one liquid movement, he shouted an incantation and shards of ice emerged and shot from his wand, at first small chips that only dented the guards armor, but as seconds passed and the guards drew closer, they were hit by larger and sharper shards that peirced through their armor as if it were bread or paper. After a minute of casting the spell and aining a headache in the process, he ran to the docks of his small city of which he lived in. Luckily the harbormaster did not see what had happend and Will was able to gain passage aboard a ship with ease and money.
Months passed, Will grew seasick and ate rarely. Until the estatic yelling of "LAND HOO!" reached his ears, of which is when he grabbed his stuff and ran down the gangplank, it was here he saw all of the races of which he was foreced to study in the academy. It was still daylight so he used a flick of his wrist and called an incantation of which was in the Ancient Tome and was suddenly in front of a city. He had planned to go much farther north but, something here stopped him, he felt too weak to cast such a strong teleportation spell. So here he stood, looking up at the sign that read:
ELYSIUM
Appearance: Tan yellowish suit supplied by his academy. He bares a musatche and a fresh cut set of hair.
[color=#6699cc]--- MAGE APPLICATION:
[b]Username:AlbertWesker 458[/b]
[b]Anything else you want to note?:[/b]
No
[b]--- In Character:[/b]
[b]Name:William[/b]
[b]Age:22 [/b](( It takes about 60 years to acquire magic, and much more to even master it! ))
[b]Race:Human[/b]
[b]How did they learn magic?:At first he studied at an academy then stole an ancient tome of which he was able to learn and copy the magic rather than learning what magic was about and the side classes that would be needed to become master of the Academy.[/b]
[b]What type of things will they do with magic?:Cast the most obvious of destructive spells: Fireball, Lightning bolt, Force push, Force Pull, Entagle enemies with nearby plantlife, Levitate short distances (Without getting a sharp headache that causes him to lose concentration on keeping the spell) I can think of many other but they would be OP so thats about it![/b] (( Magic isn't limited to controlling the elements, it is just whatever you can think of, with some restraints. Magic is a very powerful thing, but it IS declining so be, creative and DON'T be OP!))[/color][/color]
AlbertWesker458 - Accepted! Thank you for re-doing your application, I appreciate it, and I really loved the app! As for the magic bits, I'm okay with it, you seem to know whats OP and not, so I shall trust you with that. Welcome aboard!
Username: flufferNutter
Age: much too old to be playing pretend (22)
RP Experience: Well. Nothing on a minecraft server hrm. Just various forums and the odd rapid-fire IRC roleplay.
Anything else you want to note?: Go easy on me. NO. Wait. Don't go easy on me. I'm hardcore dangit!
--- In Character:
Name: Darius Sethe, or, Darius the Botanist, or, The Mad Mushroom Man
Age: Much too old to be playing adventurer (72, or, somewhere between 70 and prehistoric)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Biography:
In his youth, Darius might have been a strapping young man. There may have been a time when he was brave and adventurous, when he defended towns from monstrous sieges, or saved damsels in distress from tall ivory towers. Or at one point he may have been a scholar, researching the intricacies of the magic that was rapidly leaving the world; perhaps he discovered the eighty-two uses for newt tails, or invented the sixteen step method for extracting essentia magick from a pure mana deposit.
Whatever his great deeds of the past may have been, they have been long lost to time. Frail and half-addled in his old age, even the man himself would be hard pressed to give you a coherent narrative of his origins. He would tell you it doesn't matter, of course--what matters is the here and now! Not the details of a bygone era! Following those exclamations, he would likely then proceed into a multi-paragraph rant about how much easier things are these days, and how kids these days just can't appreciate what they have, and how in his day he had to walk five miles to get to the market to buy a measly half a bag of wheat, uphill both ways, rain, snow, or sleet, and by god they appreciated that half bag of wheat, they were glad to have the opportunity to make the trek...
Yes, he would probably go on like that for an hour, at least. It would be exceptionally dull, and eyes that were not nodding off into sleep would probably begin to wander. They might notice that the ancient man before them wore rugged traveling clothes, a dead giveaway that he had been one of those stepping off the train just now. His features would be stereotypical of the Men from the West, that crooked nose having perhaps once been the aquiline nose commonly seen in a country you can't quite recall the name of. Interrupting his tirade to ask what brings him so far from home would be met with another lecture about how kids simply don't listen to their elders anymore, but the answer would be forthcoming after the verbal assault.
He was a traveler, somewhat unique for a Man his age though not unheard of, visiting the lands far and wide to catalogue the various flora. So he was a scholar, one might say, but he would wave off the designation. A hobby, he would say, just a hobby he'd picked up sometime in the last few decades, but a hobby he thoroughly enjoyed. Some folks simply find their calling later in life, and if late happens to mean somewhere in one's fourth decade on this world, then so much the better, it simply meant one was all the more financially capable of pursuing such a calling. Perhaps he might here deign to present the contents of the enormous backpack he's been toting around all this time: scrolls scrawled with various notes, bottles of salves and potions, pouches full of powders and leaves and seeds, all stowed away with the more mundane odds and ends of everyday life. Souveneirs, as well, from far and wide. And not a single coin to speak of.
Well, perhaps not so financially capable, he might say with a sigh. But that's fine. He'd traveled all over the continent in his pursuit of all things botanical, and maybe it's time to settle down and retire. Take a break, right? Find himself a nice little house somewhere, make a humble living off of his hobby, adopt a cat named Mr. Snuffles, and live out the rest of his twilight years in peace and cat hair. This place is as good a place as any, after all. Maybe better. Always loved the hustle and bustle of the city, he did. Yes, he'd definitely kept up his travels for much longer than one should. It was time to lay down his weary bones and let the young'uns take over for him.
And perhaps there might be more small talk after that, about the weather, the sights and sounds, about the future and the past, and finally it would be time for the old man to wave goodbye and find the peaceful retirement he was looking for. And one might wave back, and as he strides off into the crowd, the thought might enter some heads that this man was just a few cards short of a full deck.
Appearance: He certainly looks old. Really old. Unbelievably old. He has no hair--possibly. It would be easier to tell if he took off that brown cap once in a while. Beneath the cap are cloudy blue eyes, a crooked nose, and a thin mouth, all working in concert to produce a permanently stern expression on his wrinkled face. His clothing is poor quality, just undyed gray cloth and bits of leather, and pouches of various sizes strapped around his waist. He is an altogether unremarkable old man, perhaps better remembered for his incorrigible attitude than for his looks.
Age: 14
RP Experience: A lot but not any specific servers, or guilds.
Anything else you want to note?: The server looks great!
Skype?:Yes
IC
Name: Silincian
Age: 40
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Bioraphy:
SIlincian has always kept to himself, like a dwarf he mined, fought, and ate. Throughout his life he has explored many lands, met many people and made a small fortune. He had always loved the water, so much that everyhome he has built has been near or next to water. When he turned 37 he became a great alchemist who made the finest potions and enchanted the best weaponry. His trusty Bow and Sword guide him through the lands night and day. He has always been so considerate that his greatest house he had built was given to a small guild of peasants. Since then he has lost a lot of his belongings but one thing pushes him to go. When he was six Dwarves attacked his village kidnapped the women and ran. He travels to this day to find his mother.
Skin: http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/913615/elf-archer/
flufferNutter - Accepted! Another wonderful application! Ah, 22 isn't that old though - we have quite a few 'old' members But I really liked your app, we don't have enough old people! You have a nice writing style ^ ^!
Splonkerton - Accepted! Welcome aboard,
but the point of this post is that i made a mistake and my minecraft is actually "fluffernutterer" with an extra 'er' you see whoops
Ah, sorry for the delay- it should work now! ^ ^
Whitelist Application
-OOC-
Username: stereo_head
Age: 16
RP Experience: None, unfortunately :/
Skype: stereo_head
-In Character-
Name: Lurius Alluron
Age: 15,967 (no, its not just a random number I picked)
Race: Elf (Reasoning for being in Elysium in Biography)
Gender: Male
Biography:
Lurius's story is one full of uncertainties and loose ends. To sum it up wholly into a
series of chronological events is nearly impossible. In fact, it was once Lurius's focus to re-discover
who he was. Herein lies a very brief glimpse into what is known about Lurius Alluron.
This history refers to a land long lost due to the tragic events that unfolded there. This land, as refered to in the last remaining Elvish record, was called Elendil. Some of the remaining information left on Elendil is required in order to seet the stage for the rest of the histories to follow.
Upon this massive continent were the five races, each living in equilibrium. There was a great peace, until certain events unfolded that hung over the land for approximately 10,000 years. It was a utopia in this ancient time. It is officially unknown whether if life originated here and spread away or the races migrated to these lands themselves. There are no remaining documents left supporting either side of the issue.
Now, it is also necessary to keep in mind the distribution of power within the Elvish system of government. A rather boring lecture is to follow, but please, pay attention. Initially, from the very beginning of history, a great council convened within the Elvish capital of Séregon, made up of 100 of the most influential Elvish Clans.
These Clans, collectively through the 100 representatives, elected a Head of the Council. The system of government eventually came to call itself the High Council of Elvish Powers. Over the 10,000 years of piece some Clans faded away and others rose into power, but most stayed in a constant position at the top. The Clan of Alluron had the great fortune to be one of those in the constant position of power.
Now that the stage has been properly set, onto the more important, and slightly more exciting history.
Lurius was either the originator or born into the once great Elvish Clan Alluron. This period of time was long before 'The Age of Darkness'- in fact, from the one remaining record left (which itself is nearly completely tarnished), this period is referred as 'Origin' and similarly 'The Great Age of Birth. As a matter of fact, it is very much a possibility that Lurius was one of the first-born Elves, but I digress.
The formerly great Clan of Alluron held high power within the High Council of Elven Powers up until the
end of the 'Origin' era. This transitional period saw and end to a long period of peace, with a massive Elven Civil War taking place (the first war to take place in history). The war started as a mass of influential clans seceded from the Council, including the Alluron Clan's closest ally the Eeriide (pronounced similarly to Air-eyed) Clan. The secession ruptured the Council, with only 45% staying loyal. This period of war lasted nearly 3,500 years, causing more bloodshed than any war combined afterward. When the dust settled, all of the seceding clans were either completely killed off or imprisoned, although in most cases entire bloodlines were severed. The cost of victory for the Council was high as well, as most of their clans were wiped out as well. For the most part the Alluron Clan went through unscathed, although the total Elvish population only numbered close to 100,000. Besides the cost of the lives lost, the end of the Elven Civil War brought about the darkest age in Elven history. Due to their low numbers compared to the enemy, the High Council of Elven Powers sought the assistance of Human Kings in the darkest hours of the war. This support turned the tide of the war in the favor of the Elven Powers, but it ultimately brought a terrible cost upon the race. The Kings, citing a need for repayment, enslaved what was left of the Elves, beginning the Elvish 'Era of Terror'.
Records of this era of approximately 1000 years have been lost, although it is known that through harsh servitude the total Elvish population dwindled down to about 10,000 soles. High King Talbor released the Elves back to their homeland in order to end this era. Although he attempted to do so in good nature and gave reparations to the Elves, resentment held strong in the majority of Elves, especially within the Clan of Alluron. Over the course of the next era (which led up to what is now considered the beginning of recorded time), things were quiet for the isolationist Elves, although war erupted up around them within the other races, influenced by what had happened in the first war in history. Or so it seemed, as the Alluron Clan, led now by the now powerful and wicked mage Lurius Alluron, can be seen as the inciting party behind each and every war that occurred. Twisted by all the events that occurred in his life, Lurius despised anything that wasn't Elvish. Lurius bided his time as the other races pulled themselves apart, gathering up strength within his people. The Elvish population flourished, numbering in the billions. The military that would soon support him numbered greater than that of what was left of most of the other races.
Lurius, over the course of his life, became the most powerful mage in history. His power dwarfed even the collective force of a majority of his peers, and along with this great power came a great deal of fear towards him. This fear gave him great influence over anyone who would attempt to challenge him. His seemingly insurmountable power led him to strive towards taking total control of the Elvish Kingdoms in order to purge the world of the other races, whom he deemed the cause of the Elvish race's great decline from influence and suffering in the ages past.
Lurius's time came when the Head of the High Council of Elven Powers died (presumably through assassination). He seized control of the council and had the other council members killed, effectively disbanding the Counci. Lurius assumed total control of the Elven people. His rise to power saw little resistance. At the beginning of the New Year, Lurius launched the initial campaign against the other races, which would lead into the 'Five Years War', which in turn would lead into the end of the era of pre-history.
Not much is known about the 'Five Years War' as information about it was mostly destroyed. This was a purposeful act, by an order called 'The Peaceful Dawn', which brought an end to Lurius's brief but tyrannical rule upon the known world. This shadowy order was made up of not only the finest remaining mages left alive on Elendil, but also from some who called Sylverant their homeland. It is important to note at this time, that for nearly 15,000 years the races saw that Elendil was the complete extent of the world. The wise mages of 'The Peaceful Dawn' knew that this worldview was obsolete. They sent messengers for help across a great ocean, in search of another land. Within three years, the order had built up a friendship with the Mages Guild in Sylverant and had managed to bring over more than a dozen of the finest Mages available from that land over to Elendil. This allowed for a great conference to be held within the order in order to discover how to bring down the malevolent Lurius Alluron. The only way that was found, as it was deemed impossible to kill him, was to place him into a type of mana-induced stasis. This act, unfortunately would kill all of the mages who dared to cast it, as it required the majority of thier life force as well. After the stasis had been cast, it was the job of the apprentices to bring Lurius, whilst in stasis, to a great gate. This gate, held in the depths of an abandoned dwarven mine in Elendil, would transport Lurius to a ghastly place now known as the nether. After he was moved into the nether, it was the last act of the apprentices to destroy the gate, to prevent Lurius from ever re-entering the surface world. The plan was acted out, taking Lurius by surprise. Everything went as planned until the very end, when the apprentices were to destroy the gate. It was an unexpected consequence of their actions what occurred next. The gate, rather than being simply destroyed, allowed a cataclysmic explosion to come forth from it. This explosion allowed the nether to take influence over the entirety of Elendil, and all of those who were left alive after the explosion soon perished. This is how the once proud continent of Elendil stands today, an ashen monument to the evils and atrocities that Lurius Alluron committed whilst in total control. Now trapped in the Nether in a state of perpetual stasis, Lurius was unaware of what happened to his home. It seemed as if he would never be free of the Nether, and that, for all intensive purposes, he was dead. Soon, however, events would unfold to change what seemed to be fact.
As a result of making initial connection with the nether, the surface world would have to bear a certain burden. Once the first connection was destroyed, another had to be manifested in order to keep the two worlds form imploding in on themselves. In a natural process, another lone gate to the Nether was created, this time in Sylverant. This portal, under a lone mountain, would probably never have been found. As consequence would have it, of course, it was. This is when Lurius makes his way back into commonly known history.
As most would now know, this second gate was destroyed. Fantastically and somewhat miraculously, while the nether took hold of the mountain, Lurius was relinquished from both the nether and his stasis (his stasis was weakened by the destruction of the first gate, but not completely broken). He found himself alone, surrounded by lava and also by strange beasts. After making his way to a safer haven (A small settlement not too far from the epicenter of the explosion) he found he had no knowledge of himself, excluding his name (his magic capabilities were also non-existent, a side effect of the stasis along with his memory loss).
From that day on, Lurius ventured to find out his lost origins. He found little for nearly two hundred years, until 935. Lurius made a significant breakthrough after he found a lost library of 'The Peaceful Dawn', which happened to be the last known functioning location of 'The Peaceful Dawn', due to it being located in Sylverant. It had been abandoned for nearly 1,000 years, and this time had taken its toll on the lost library. Lurius found the last known remaining histories of the Ancient Ages, and rediscovered who he was and what he had become. Memories (some, but not all) of who he was flooded back to him, and he was able to look upon and know who he was properly again. Thoroughly disgusted and seized by a bout of depression, he attempted suicide, but failed. Gaining time to think he stayed within the ruined library. Collecting the knowledge within the library, Lurius wrote complete histories about the various ages of pre-history and a general history of the rise of the races. He also highlighted the rise and fall of his regime, which allowed Lurius to come to complete grips with his former self. Deciding not to attempt to publish his works (they would be too controversial), he moved to the floating metropolis of Elysium, to drown himself in ale and mead in an attempt to stave of depression. Lurius waits for the day when he can redeem himself for all the atrocities he committed, so he can be at a true peace with himself and bring honor back to the Clan of Alluron.
Appearence: Due to millennia of being a mage, Lurius's skin turned to a hue of red, unlike any other elf. He still wears the traditional armor of the Alluron Clan. His eyes have maintained a composition of deep green. Although he has no magical prowess, he is still adept with a bow, as signified by the quiver upon his back.
Additional Info: Although Lurius has no significant magical power left; he still looks to gain some of his powers back to use for good. If he is able to accomplish this remains to be seen. He has a little skill in relation to machines, but nothing major.
Here is my skin as well: http://i.imgur.com/k1m6M8L.png
EDIT: Some major formatting flaws changed, along with some plot inconsistencies and spelling errors. Also, the ending of this is pretty sloppy, but what can you do. It was about one in the morning when I finished this piece.
[b]Age:13
[b]RP Experience: I have played RP for a long time on GMOD. I'm faithful and i know how to play. I know all the rules about metagaming and OOC and such.
[b]Anything else you want to note?:Is there an NLR like in GMOD? i figured not but just asking.
[b]Skype?: babeast99
In Character:
[b]Name: Bryan Frost
[b]Age:22
[b]Race: Hobbit
[b]Gender:Male
[b]Biography: Well I took the midnight train going anywhere and I ended up here. A beautiful town that i hoped to make my stay. I was born in a little shack of the coast of Gualamatahara. We didn't have much money and i was sent off to the army at the age of 7. My mother has past when i was 22. Our town was completely trashed so i took all i had and took that train. I found a couple of people that could help me with my town. Now I found a wife and have a very nice house. With the armour on my back and the tools in my pocket, i made my empire and hope to live the rest of my life here!
[b]Appearance: Short little guy. Not much clothes but enough to last for a couple of months. I have brown skin with long hair,lots of cuts all over my skin. Seem homeless to others.
Denied... Same family is dead, town looted by bandits cliche. Also, There are no hobbits. Choose a VALID race within our lore. Also, you start out with little to nothing. You can say you lost your 'empire' or give up the idea entirely.
stereo_head: Accepted, now, explanation time.
Okay, so, I can't speak for the others about canon. i also can't promise this will be adopted into lore, excluding your character, if you were hoping for that. Also, since the app was kinda shaky in coherence, I also can't say whether or not you wanted magic, if so, make the separate app to obtain magic. Oh, and due to the fact canon and coherence were both shaky (to me), until stated otherwise, my best guess is that these events either: A.) This happened in early Elysium years and the history is NOT to surface, or B.) This happened in another kingdom. One last criticism, I didn't like the 'lost birthdate' thing. If you could think of something and discover it IC sometime in the course of RP, that would be great.
Other than previously stated above, good app! Don't worry about the 'no experience' thing either. Trust me, you'll gain experience fast enough.
Thanks!
Here is just to clarify things:
I included that statment about canon because I didn't know whether or not the 'biography' would interfere with what has been envisioned for Elysium. Again, I am willing to change the origin story just in case it is heavily contrasts what has been envisioned. I wasn't exactly expecting it to be accepted as canon, I'm doubting it will be actually. I merely thought it was interesting, but slightly on the borderline of being too indepth into the history of Elysium. What I wanted of it originally was just to be similar to what you said in situation A, that it happened in ancient history before Elysium and no one (other than my char.) would know or really care.
I also am not looking to apply for being a mage, I just wanted it to be kept open as a possibility in the future.
Eventually I may apply for it, but that is far down the line after I expand my character.
About the lost birthdate, I totally agree with you. The main reason I didn't include one was that I wasn't sure that my 'biography' would be greenlighted. If it is deemed okay, then I will give an exact age, but if it isn't, then I'll change things up to fit the canon better.
Hopefully that helps! I looked back at my app and read it again. Its kinda meh... I could do better. However I did only write it in a couple of hours late last night, so flaws should be expected. I may rewrite it just so it is a better piece regardless, even though it doesn't truly matter.
I'll wait to get on until I get an official word on my 'Biography' (I'm not trying to say that your word isn't official, but as you said you aren't wholly sure). Thank you for the help and the criticism, I really appreciate it!
http://mcelysium.enjin.com/
Username: jaydog21
Age: 15
RP Experience: Not much, but I know how it works, I've played enough RP servers to know how to role play.
Anything else you want to note?: Nothing, I am a girl though, don't be fooled by my username.
Skype?: No, sorry.
In Character
Name: Cassidy Xertix
Age: 15
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Biography: Cassidy is a little girl who lived a town known as Rougeport. She wasn't the brightest girl in the world, she would often get lost in her house and the mines, but would fight her way out with her tremendous strength. This town was full of criminals and it wasn't the healthiest place for a little girl to be growing up in.She didn't have a bunch of friends the only friend was her pet pig, Jeffery and her parents were thinking of killing him and eating him, for they were not the wealthiest in the neighborhood. One day, Tanya was playing with Jeffery and she saw a tall, scaly fellow go into her home from across the street. When she went over to the front door the house had exploded and left a giant crater where it once was. the force of the blast sent here flying into the bushes. Jeffery was frightened and jumped into the bushes with Cassidy.
Cassidy had woken up from Jeffery biting on her sleeve, trying o wake her up. She observed the wreckage, and found nothing but rocks, rocks, and more rocks. She found few things that she had recognized as her own. She did find here pink knight costume that was buried under all the rubble. The close on her back was getting torn and smelly from being passed out the bushes. There was not one piece of evidence of her parents. Cassidy knew that now she had to live on her own. She took the pink armor to an illegal Enchanter's Shop where she used the last of her money to enchant the armor to the best of her ability. She set off with her pig to find those who had taken her parent's lives.
Appearance: Without her armor, She was a short, young, blonde haired girl with blue eyes. with the armor on you can't see her body. The armor is pink and white, it has black and gray leggings. The torso has a pink heart on it and the gloves are black and gray, like her leggings. There a eye patterns fixed on the helmet, making it look like she is always happy as can be. Despite her appearance, she is a very strong and dopey girl.
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