ovek- Accepted, your background displayed knowledge of the lore and the world itself, I had a clear mental image of Sam from your description, and I welcome you on board!
nadel96- Accepted, I like the idea of your character, you described him and showed that he is logical and rather cold, I also like the idea of missing two fingers. Can't wait to RP with you!
Youngsage3- Your application is short, however- You displayed knowledge of the world and lore, it was written well, and it makes sense what would have happened. So, accepted.
AbstractCloud- Accepted, she sounds like a beautiful, rich character to RP with (If you don't get on her bad side). Accepted.
Awesomeoiderpwn- Firstly, I like the avatar. Secondly, accepted. The background is rather short, but it supplies sufficent knowledge of your chracters province, and you demonstraited he has clear goals, and will strive to fufill them.
Falferax- Accepted. A great display of lore, clear and clean character descriptions, just a generally good application. Also, on a side note: Thanks for fixing the application up.
Mikayel- Well, well, well... If it isn't you again... I guess I have to accept you. It's not like your background story is a great read, and everything else in your application was done to a high standard... Or was it...
On a side note-The quality of the applications thus far have been amazing! I'm not an easy white-lister, but I can't bring myself to deny any of you. I'm rather taken aback, keep up the good work!
OOC- IGN: (the one you use to log in): moon_stone Is English your first language?: Yes. Previous RP experience: About a four. ---- IC- Character name: (Doctor) Damien Caladrius.
Age: Twenty- four.
Appearance: Damien stands tall at five foot nine inches, with a thin build that is crucial for his agility. His hair is short, straight, and black. His eye is light blue-green, with a strip of brown due to partial heterochromia. A bandage remains wrapped over his right eye permanently, and is only removed to replace it with fresh bandages. His skin is fairly pale due to the time he spends treating his patients indoors, but is slightly tanned from his travels. He wears a blue and light grey collared tailcoat and a white and grey vest with a purple ribbon adorned with a dark amethyst stone. His pants are a very, nearly black dark purple, with grey light-weight boots.
(I suck at descriptions and haven't finished the skin yet, so here's a drawing for now: )
Personality: Damien is calm, kind, friendly, and outgoing. He enjoys long conversations and small talk, and is easy to befriend, but he is careful with who it is that he trusts. He is so kind usually that he will appear threatening even though calm when confronting someone. He strongly dislikes rude people and will gladly remind them to watch what they do and say., and will fight if deemed necessary. He remains calm at all times, never breaking it. Damien enjoys making sarcastic or taunting remarks when fighting.
Strengths: Taught by his butler, he is an excellent fighter with a sword and throwing knives. Damien prefers to use throwing knives, as they allow him to use his flexibility and speed to his advantage, and it makes it easier to block or dodge. He is strong-willed and hopeful, usually optimistic, and a great decision maker if he has the right mindset. He can also deceive those he wishes to, proving that he is not completely "good".
Weaknesses/ Flaws: Though rarely, he can lose his calmness and will panic. He has a history of psychotic episodes, in which he will have very aggressive behavior. Due to his skinniness and lack of muscle (at least compared to many other fighters), he can not easily attack opponents head-on, nor would he be able to do anything but be a doctor. Damien can get attached far too much, and if those he cares about are in danger or are being attacked, he will show clear signs of concern, and can sometimes make rash decisions in the heat of the moment. He has triggers which will either trigger a panic attack or a psychotic episodes, and will subtly drop hints to others to not bring said things up.
You open your eyes to the slow rocking of the ship, laying on the hard ground. You are inside the boat with a coat on top of you as a blanket, and another under your head as a pillow
"Ah. You are finally awake," a low-toned, hushed voice speaks from near a window. The source comes in to view to reveal a fancily dressed man. "You were asleep for quite some time. How are you feeling?" You open your dry mouth to speak, but find no words. The man leans back against a wall, smiling at you, as if waiting for an answer though he seems to know it will not come. "I understand. Do not worry," his voice is soft as he pushes himself off of the wall to sit on the small chair next to the bed, pausing before continuing, "From your expression, I can see that you do not remember a thing.. ah. But, it does not matter. You fell overboard, and hit your head. You inhaled some salt water so that is why speech is currently difficult," the man raises a finger and gestures to the bandages lining your head.
You blink curiously at him, and he seems to understand what you are thinking though no words have been spoken. "Oh, rude of me." Momentarily, he stands and places one hand over his heart, and the other behind his back, bowing swiftly. "My name is Doctor Damien Caladrius. I am a physician," The man, Damien, straightens up and returns his arms to his sides. He returned to the seat once more. "You are welcome to rest, you will need it in order for your head to heal properly." Without hesitation you gladly accepted his offer, closing your eyes.
For quite some time you lay like that, sometimes hearing Damien open the door and speak softly to someone, or the faint clinking of glass against eachother, like jars. You open your eyes when you realize you cannot sleep. "Having trouble sleeping? I understand, the rocking of this boat can make it quite difficult. I've had multiple people here that needed help with sea sickness." He was back at your side. You seemed to be his only patient at the moment. "Would you like me to tell you a story, my friend?" You nod and he begins.
He faced the ceiling as the words rolled off of his tongue like silk. "Once upon a time, a little boy was born in a small town in the land of Fairborne, where flowers grew like weeds and the air smelled of bread. " Damien closes his eyes and continues after a small pause. "This boy was born to a noble, rich family, one of many in said town. His mother was a tailor, making dresses and suits and the like. She even made clothes for her son. His father, on the other hand, was the town's physician." He now hunched forward, leaning his chin on his hands as he spoke, "As the boy grew up, his parents often were not there. Many people required clothes, and many others were constantly ill. The boy understood and bared no hatred toward them. Instead, he was raised by his butler, Ether, and he was glad. Ether was a good guardian. When the little boy grew older and older, he decided, after being taught by his father the ways of medicine, his butler the ways of fighting, and by his mother, the way of sewing, that he would leave home to make a new life for himself. They were glad that he decided such a thing on his own."
"During his travels, he stopped at a tavern in a town near his destination. There he met an amazing young man, and they fell in love at first sight. That was when, the boy now a man decided, he would spend the rest of his life with that man. The young couple arrived at their destination after a week of travelling, and were soon married. Years later him and his husband adopted their first child who they named Iiona. She was a beautiful little girl, with dark black hair just like his, and blue eyes. They loved her so much. Iiona was always happy, always smiling, and when the man now a doctor saw her he always smiled too. They adopted a second child years later, named Richard. You see, the doctor was always so busy, just like his father had been. He hardly had time to be with his family. Every day was work, work, work. One day the man went to the other town to retrieve an order of medicine that had not been brought to him."
He takes a deep breath and clears his throat. It obviously pains him to continue. "When he returned, he could no longer call it home. The town had been, according to the survivors, attacked and raided by slave traders. His entire family had been captured, and yet only one tear did he shed. Inside he could feel himself crumbling, falling, and yet he could not bring himself to mourn. Without word he packed his things and moved on. Months of travelling and word of new lands brought him to the docks, where he boarded a ship and sailed away from his past.." The rest of the words were muffled to you as you slowly drifted to sleep. The only words you could make out were "Sleep well."
(For some reason this has the weird black background and I can't get rid of it, so.)
Is English your first language?: Yes
Previous RP experience: I'll be honest, this is only my second character and I'm not that great at RP. I would give myself a 2 and I would love if someone gave me some pointers.
Character name: Vance
Appearance: Vance is a young energetic person. He is almost always smiling. His skin is slightly pale but he is very fit because of all the "adventures" he goes on.
(Sorry if the written part doesn't have enough details)
Personality: Vance is always excited about almost everything. He gets overexcited over most things and is almost always happy. He likes to meet new people and can often scare them away with how excited he can be to meet them. He also loves adventure and is good with a bow. However he can easily forget things and has trouble remembering his past.
Background Story: Vance was a young and energetic young boy who loved adventure. He would constantly run into the wilderness to have these adventures. This would make his parents very worried because they lived near Grennmoore and many terrible things lived nearby.
When Vance was on was of his "adventures", the fear that his parents had became a reality. Vance was runing through the wilderness when he noticed a small house. Filled with excitement and the belief that he could make a new friend, Vance walked into the home.
A corrupt magi lived in the house and soon found Vance. He corrupted Vance's mind and made him believe that the magi was his father. The magi tried to teach magic to Vance, but he was unable to do it. Vance could not grasp any concept of magic, however he could use a bow. For years the magi tried to teach Vance how to use magic but it failed every time. The magi became angry and decided he no longer wanted the child. He decided to test some large fox like creatures he had created, he gave Vance a bow and told him to wait outside. Vance went outside not knowing what to expect.
The fox creatures came out of the swamp and charged for Vance. Vance froze with fear as the creatures got close to him. He decided to run just in time to avoid a fast moving claw. Vance ran as the creatures followed him. They were faster and as he ran from them he could feel their breath on the back of his neck. Vance then stumbled into a large cave. His head met the stone floor with a dull thud and darkness engulfed Vance's world.
Vance woke up soon after that with a throbbing pain in his head and when he tried to walk he would fall down every time. He was lucky that his head didn't bust open. After regaining some of his strength, Vance tried to climb back up. Time and time again he failed until he finally gave up. Then he used his head. He had his bow and there was some vines in the cave. Vance grabbed a vine and tried to tie the vine onto an arrow many times until he got it right. He then shot the arrow into a nearby tree. Vance tried to climb the vine up but it snapped halfway through. He tried once more and got higher up. Vance was close to the top when the vine snapped once again. He quickly grabbed on to the closest thing that he could and with all his strength, he pulled himself to the top.
Vance walk through the swamp, looking for any signs of life. He quickly found a small village and talked with the first person he saw. The man who he talked to offered Vance to stay at his home, there the man told Vance of his son, who had ran off many years ago and was never seen again and how his wife had died trying to find him. The man asked for Vance's name, but Vance did not know of his name previous to the corrupt magi and told the man what the magi had called him, Child. The man seemed confused. Then he looked at Vance more closely and realized that this was his son. The man told Vance what he had discovered, but Vance didn't believe him and he walk out of the house. The man cried and screamed behind him "Vance, Vance!"
It took him a while, but he adopted that name, too many people ignored him when he said his name was child. Vance spent the next few years going on adventures and becoming better with a bow. Enough time had passed to call Vance a grown man but he didn't act like it. He was always over excited about things, had a tough time being serious, and he still loved adventure and became quite good with his bow, so when he heard about a ship going to a new far away land, he didn't think twice about going.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Is English your first language?: No hablo ingles.
Previous RP experience: 5
(The city or province you choose to base your character's backstory in will minorly affect your gameplay.)
Character name: Sophia Vallan
Appearance: She stands at at a vast height to others, around six and a half feet. She walked among others with such height, and is used to her advantage against others. She's a very agile girl, not being one to have or develop any sort of raw strength. Her body is nimble and light, toned and limber, so she relies on her natural dexterity to solve physical issues. Her skin is a bold tan, bearing the sun of many days of travel and work. Her hair is kept at a long length and is a bold pine color. It flows well and is fairly straight, gliding past her shoulders. Her eyes are a weak amber with slight streaks of black. Her finer features are otherwise average or slightly defined as different. In length, her arms and legs are slightly long and equal. She bears a permanent mark on her throat.
Personality: She's a sincere girl who tries her best to be positive. Her inability to speak has manifested well into her personality and generally who she is. She is often at a fair, content attitude, as her positive mindset often keeps her cheerful and she tries to be quick about not grieving for long. Due to her mute "abilities", she speaks a lot of her words with her body. Speaking with her body has strengthened how her emotions are expressed and harnessed; they've become powerful so as to affect her movements; every step to her is a word spoken, a story told. She doesn't necessarily overreact, but her reactions are stronger in an attempt to communicate, in an attempt to adapt to having to speak with what cannot be said. Her writing and reading abilities are refined, as for more specific communication, she's taken to writing her words in books or letters that she often carries around with her. She's also become a quick person, willing to head into action and do things quickly, as she cannot debate aloud with someone, but she is still able to reason.
Background Story: Sophia Vallan, a girl of admirable height and dexterity. She lived in the lands of Eitheor, the vile desert and the vile opposition she fought against as a "Rebel", as they titled her, and the name she proudly bore through her journeys. She fought against the evil of Dederic and the evils that he had allowed and forged. Her life began in a village in Eitheor. She lived a modest life along the other villagers, helping to hunt and with other small tasks that she could manage. Her spark to become a rebel was forged in the fires of the raid. Her village was unable to be saved in one wave of Constructs, seeking to wrought revenge on the rebels that resided within the heated lands. Constructs took to the streets and began to demolish buildings, possessions, and human lives. By sheer fate, Sophia escaped with her life from the burning wreckage of her heritage at a young age of fifteen. She didn't discover the fate of her family in the attack, and afterwards, she couldn't bear to seek the answer. She couldn't seek it very easily, either. The attack did not leave her with a mark on her memories alone. She bears a permanent scar where her larynx had been fractured by rubble from the collapsing hamlet.
Away she fled to another city, wandering in pain and without even the voice to accompany her tears through the days she wandered. The roads she followed led her to her sanctuary. Wiping away the bitter tears, she sought out the path to enact her vengeance on what travesty had occurred. The rebels were open about what they were doing, and she had been able to come to them. A ray of light shone on this dark turn of fate as they helped her with her condition, to no permanent fix, but teaching her how to speak without words.
The years passed as the hurricanes and storms eventually must, and she had grown into a young warrior. Taught with bow and blade, she acted out her frustrations and acidic hatred for the Constructs and the man who allows them to exist. For years, through both her training on the field and in the city, she attacked whatever convoy's she and her group could risk, and harassed whomever they could torment to prevent the destruction of more lives. Her raids were continuous, her rage knowing no tire, needing no rest. Eventually, their raids grew noticeable, and the retaliation turned into a risk that they regret having taken. The group she was with had attacked a convoy that was already too large to attempt to disrupt, and were surrounded fairly quickly by their own clever ambush. Taking many wounds from the encounter, she managed to flee with only two men; sixteen that perished in the battle. Fearing a truer retribution for her actions, she knew she had to flee. Her rage finally ceased and had become reason.
Through a dire and elaborate personal campaign, she looked for the way away from the Constructs of Grennmoore and the bastards of Fairbourne. Barely escaping her life on many occasions, she eventually reached the ports of Cirya, the foretold sacred haven to finally flee the Fairbourne. Rumors had been spread that the mist had been conquered, and it was the only option she could turn to. Through careful navigation, she looked for the right ship to take her through the mist and out of the hell she lived in. Eventually, that one token to the freedom she sought offered her final ray of light, and the sun burst through the clouds. She boarded the ship, and after preparation, they set sail. The other side of the mist looked even more beautiful than she had imagined.
(My app only looks short because it's in a block paragraph form... you cheaters making yours look huge..)
Oh, to fix the text stuff, just cut it and repaste it. Instead of the whole ctrl + v thing though, just right-click, and select "paste as plain text" You will have to add the image in again, though. If you are using a mac, I don;t know if it will work the same way.
Is English your first language?: Ja. Er. Yes. Yes it is. ... M'lady.
Previous RP experience: 3.5 (Or at least, that's where I consider myself.)
It shall be posted on the MC Forum as well.
Character name: Janus (James) Tarrin
Appearance: Janus has somewhat of a tanned skintone, deep blue eyes and rather average features. He's not particularly handsome, but he also not particularly grizzled or chiseled either. He sports a well groomed beard and mustache and short hair that has one stray bang hanging over a headband he wears. Sporting a light shirt and belts for holding supplies, weapons, and any gear he could need, his outfit fancies him an adventurer instead of a blacksmith.
Personality: Janus considers himself a complex individual, but two things are important to him and two ideals he'll never betray. Strength and Humility. He considers strength to come in many forms, whether it be political, physical, or mental power. The ability to control a situation or your surroundings and shape them to what you will is a skill he values. However, if one overestimates or shows off this strength with no regard to the people they effect, their surroundings, or the like, he has no respect for them, no matter their strength.
He's firm in his way of thinking and will rather aggressively defend it.
However, despite that, he's a rather caring and happy individual, if not a little too serious. He considers himself an old man, though he hasn't even broken his forties, and enjoys the company of people young and old. He is rather soft spoken, and tries not to speak up unless it's necessary, but doesn't, by any means, ignore the pleasantries of speech. (Such as affirmative statements, just simply expressing that he understands or he's listening)
Janus also prefers that people call him James unless they're a very close friend; as when he was a child, he was picked on for his name and called "Janice" by many other children. In fact, he doesn't allow people to learn his real name until he's known them for a good long while.
In addition, one could say he has a complex about nobles in general. However, he doesn't hate nobles, in fact, he had to live with them for 6 years of his life. He just hates nobles who want to make the lives of others miserable.
Background Story: Janus was born to average parents in Cirya, born last in a line of 7 boys. However, unlike the average boy in Cirya, Janus showed promise in fields other than fighting. The first thing he did was fix a wheel on a barrow that his father had given up on; and gave it back to his father the next morning. Over the next several years he showed an aptitude with repair work, problem solving, and a variety of other skills that were rather advanced for his age and in some cases, even better than his older brothers and father. Janus's parents decided that when he was old enough, they would make sure that he could have a life other than that of a soldier or a sailor, that he could make something more of his life. So his entire family saved money until he was 15 and they had enough money and enough connections through military higher-ups to send him to get educated in Fairbourne. And that's where his life changed forever.
"Out of place" puts how he felt there rather lightly, at first. The kids there were all nobles and looked down on him for being a peasant from Cirya. He was bullied, had childish pranks pulled on him, and was beaten on occasion by groups of other children. He fought back to begin with, but started to realize the futility in it. He began to see that as long as he fought back, he would get more and more punishment for it. And so he did all he could to stop. He just went along with his lessons and learned as much as he could to make his parents proud of him. As time wore on, the bullying, pranks, and beatings became less and less frequent until they stopped altogether during his 3rd year there. Some kids even began admiring him, but were unsure why. But his inner strength overcame his outer strength and that's what they saw in him. He spent his next two years in peace until his 6th year in Fairbourne. Everything fell apart for him.
Her name was Tiria, and she was beautiful. Janus believed he loved her, and perhaps he did, but he was 21 and still somewhat of a child at heart. Things escalated until the fateful night when she agreed to bed with him. It was their only night they would ever have. The next morning, her father discovered them and was understandably furious. He set out to have Janus arrested for rape, though, of course, nothing of the kind had occurred. Janus attempted to stop him, only to have her father, in a rage, challenge Janus to duel over the matter. Given a rapier, Janus was confused and caught off guard by the man's assaults. Janus's chest is still covered in scars from that day. And in the first real fit of primal rage he had encountered in years, Janus thrust his rapier through Tiria's father's arm, a wound that would cause an end to his life several years later.
Though Janus had ended the duel, Janus was unable to face his "crime" and left Fairbourne to return to Cirya. Tiria's father had apparently given up his rage, as Janus never felt the repercussions of that day and perhaps felt the punishment of losing everything he had built up in Fairbourne enough reparations for his "mistake".
Janus used the knowledge he had gained as a way to, once again, stay out of military life and avoid experiencing that kind of rage ever again. He learned to fight again from his brothers, seeking an inner peace that would let him control himself, like a sort of therapy. He became a blacksmith for the armed forces, wanting to be helpful without having to fight and he became relatively successful. Men were honored to be able to use Tarrin Steel.
Years later, when he turned 28, he received a letter that Tiria's father had died and that Lady Tiria requested his presence in Fairbourne to attend the funeral. He returned for the funeral and found Tiria changed. She was... a different person since she had married in order to keep her family's blood alive, more or less a slave of her position. Her husband was everything that Janus had come to hate in a person, strength with an ego. There was little incident, and Janus returned home, attaining some small part of closure on that chapter of his life, though he still felt the blood on his hands from that day seven years before.
Janus returned to his life as a peaceful blacksmith, always maintaining his form with his brothers, and his education by reading over his books from class, though he never had time to consider or experiment, as his work kept him busy.
Then came that day that Dederic gathered forces to set forth into a land called 'Vilkaya' beyond the sea to expand his nation. Janus normally would have refused, but he was not given a choice whether or not he could go.
In his mind, however, he had a choice as to whether or not he had to complete his mission.
Is English your first language?: Ja. Er. Yes. Yes it is. ... M'lady.
Previous RP experience: 3.5 (Or at least, that's where I consider myself.)
It shall be posted on the MC Forum as well.
Character name: Janus (James) Tarrin
Well done! I really like how long and detailed you made the personality section, it was very vivid and easy for me to imagine. It ended up working nicely, the background story makes sense. It's really detailed, and I like that it has some tragedy.
One little thing... his parents saved a fortune because Janus fixed a wheelbarrow? I'd suggest adding a little bit more about his repairing/various skills. But that's not a big deal.
I'm not quite sure if it's because I like the character himself, or the application... but I suddenly very much want to meet Janus IC! Well done.
"sans-serif">OOC- "sans-serif">IGN: "sans-serif">Locke360 "sans-serif">Is English your first language?: Yes it is. "sans-serif">Previous RP experience: "sans-serif">3-4 range
"sans-serif">Character name: Naven Crux "sans-serif">Gender: Male "sans-serif">Age: 23 "sans-serif">Appearance:"sans-serif"> Standing 5’9 Naven is a skinny man with an average muscle build. He has long spiky brown hair with one green eye and one blue one due to a genetic mutation in his family. He wears a green shirt green pants leather boots and a white scarf for protection against sandstorms and other elements. (I’m assuming there was some since Eitheor was in a desert) http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/roguewanderer-better-in-previewer/ "sans-serif"> (I did change it a little to make it look less modern like I removed the orange and made it look medieval) "sans-serif">Personality:"sans-serif"> Cocky brave energetic are three words to describe him, Naven likes to fool around and joke at things in a bad situation. He will always meet things with a good mood and try to make allies instead of enemies. He will tend to panic if things go bad but chances are he won’t back down.
"sans-serif">Strengths: Trained by the rebels and after fighting with them against constructs and hunting for food since the age of 12 Naven got pretty good at using a bow and training in agility he can climb almost anything if he can find the right handholds. If anyone gets to close in a fight he has two Damascus knives gifted to him by his younger brother.
"sans-serif">Weaknesses: Naven has a minor gambling problem and should not be trusted with money for he has a tendency to spend all of it on something. Cocky in nature if he thought he could win a fight he would try to win no matter the cost. Not much for tactics Naven would try to overcome an obsticle with his skill rather than think about a smart way to do something.
"sans-serif">Background Story:"sans-serif"> Naven was born and raised in Eitheor He lived a normal life as a hunter with his family. His family was fairly large with two brothers a baby sister and his mother and father. Mother and father were farmers in the fields, His brothers worked different jobs the younger one a blacksmiths apprentice and the older brother a trader. His older brother sold the extra meat and furs Naven caught while hunting. The younger brother made weapons and armor for the rebels with his master; he made two Damascus knives for Navens birthday and for his hunting.
"sans-serif">All of the family combined they were never truly hungry and there was always a little gold in the strongbox.
"sans-serif">Living on one of the coast towns his family heard stories of naval attacks killing the people in the weaker villages. He never thought anything of it until he was at the age of 19; he was on a hunting trip during the month of march when he saw the smoke of a nearby village burning. With that Naven ran back to his to warn everybody of the attack. When he got there he told of what he saw to his parents and the sent him to the rebel outpost to tell them. He left with haste deciding one thing as he went he would not let that ever happen to him or his family he would join the rebels and defend his family.
"sans-serif">3 years later
"sans-serif">Naven sat at the family table with his two brothers and his five year old sister waiting for his mother and father to come in from the fields. It had been three years since the day he joined the rebels to train and defend the town he loved, the training had been hard and the meals harder he’d be looking forward to eating his mother’s pie. He arrived earlier that day to the surprise of his brothers and sister and while one of his brothers ran and told mother and father the other told him of the news of them leaving for a new land and how the family had come under some debt from a few bad harvest and the master blacksmith dying of sickness and leaving his younger brother jobless.
"sans-serif">The door creaked open and they both walked in with smiles on their face. “Welcome home son!” his mother cried out and ran over to hug him. With that the family sat down and talked for hours exchanging stories of what happened over the past years, he explained what the training was like and one of the nights they had to fight off an attack from sea.
"sans-serif">Then he asked them what they meant they were leaving for the new land and did they even plan to tell him before they left. They explained that a letter had been sent and that he must have left the outpost before he received it. “So what about me do you just expect you to come with you?” he asked. His parents exchanged glances “Well yes we were, the rebels already have enough fighters to fend off those monstrosities and it would mean so much if you came you were gone three years from us.”
"sans-serif">With that silence filled the room and Naven was trying to think of what he could do.
"sans-serif">“At least think it over tonight if you’re staying.” “Well ok then” Naven said.
"sans-serif">After that the family had dinner in silence and Naven went into the guest bedroom to sleep, while lying on the covers he thought about what to do. The whole reason he joined the rebels was to defend his family and with them leaving the only way to protect them was going with them.
"sans-serif">In the morning when he woke he agreed to go with them to the new land, with that the family cheered and packed their bags and left three days later.
"sans-serif">After the year of travel it took them to get there they finally arrived at the port of Cirya and boarded the boat to the new land. Although the journey one part of the journey ended another began and this one had a darker turn. After the months at sea land was in sight and the passengers looked in awe at the far away shoreline. That night a storm blew in from the east, unlike others they had encountered on the trip this one was a massive gale opposed to the slight rainfall. The gale ripped at the sails and tore them apart like they were nothing and the wooden mast broke in two. The crew and passengers fled to the life boats like rats escaping from a huge cat. In this chaos Naven and his family were separated and boarded different lifeboats and one by one they were dropped into the raging sea Naven didn’t know he was separated for it was too dark to see who was on the life boat, and he wasn’t paying much attention for he was just trying to paddle like mad to shore. Reaching shore he had realized what had happened seeing the gruff sailors instead of mother, father, and brothers. His life at the new land had not started off great and now he set off in search of his missing loved ones.