Due to a small set of inadequate History class notes, I've officially been told by my loving father that I'm "not going to play Minecraft until I'm out of high school. End of story." Have fun, everyone! I hope to see you in two and a half years!
Due to a small set of inadequate History class notes, I've officially been told by my loving father that I'm "not going to play Minecraft until I'm out of high school. End of story." Have fun, everyone! I hope to see you in two and a half years!
What does roleplaying mean to you? Do you have any experience with RP servers in the past, positive or negative? Role Playing
to me is immersion. Conveying through speech or text what the eyes alone cannot see. Descriptive immersion.
What was your reason for applying to this server? I am looking for a good Role play server. I am a feed the beast fan, but
if I'm not doing that, I want to role play. I am a big nerd =)
In the past have you ever been banned or removed from a server permanently, and what for? (Please be honest.) Absolutely not.
Do you find the server rules to be fair, and agree to follow them completely once accepted? Yes
Define both powergaming and metagaming in your own words, do you agree that they should be prohibited? Of course. How is saying
"Cyrus Deacon punches a hole through your chest and you instantly die" Fair to the other person? The simplest way to describe
those two things are they are unfair.
IC Info:
Cyrus Deacon
Race: Human
Back Story:
Cyrus's past is a blur. A past that is confused with reality and a dream swirling into one. There are a few things
that Cyrus remembers to be fact. The fact that the world is in chaos. The fact that everyone he knows and loves is dead.
And the fact that he has been asleep for a long, long time.
Cyrus awoke in 2075 after being in a medically induced sleep for over 25 years. Everything in his brain was completely scrambled
and rightfully so. Imagine being asleep for 25 years. The things you thought you knew, your memories would be melded with your
dreams. Was that women you met at the bar last night real? Was last night really last night or was that 25 years ago? Does the
bar exist or did you dream it up? Wait... Are you dreaming about dreaming? All of this being said. Cyrus is not crazy.
He is unsure. He is actually a rather bright man.
What he does remember is that when he was 16 years old, the moon was torn apart. He and his family fled underground to escape
the havok in a makeshift shelter. After weeks of living off rations, the food started to run out. His father, Dr. Deacon devised
a plan to save his family. He would put them all to sleep. This way they would consume far less nutrients. He hooked Cyrus, his
sister Cynthia, and his mother Maria up to feeding tubes and beds and began treatment.
Then Cyrus woke up. He has no idea where his family is, how his feeding tubes were replenished or how he didnt lose mass amounts
of muscle mass. All that he knows is that he is alive.... He thinks.
Any close friends or family your character knew or presently knows? (Can be actual players on the server.) Nope
How old is your character, does their age reflect their behavior? 41
Thoroughly describe your character’s appearance, do they have any distinctive marks or features? White male, Brown hair. No
scars or destinctive features. Pretty ordinary. 5"7, average build. brown eyes.. Just real plain.
How does your character act, if poorly is there a reason for this? Very logical. Day dreams often but mostly away from people.
He tries not to be awkward.
Does your character excel in a certain area, special skills, etc.: (Nothing OP, please.) Wordsmith. He tends to bring out
ambition in other people with his own ambitions. He thinks BIG.
Does your character have a fear or hatred of something, why? Fears confusion. Hates confusion
Please write a long and specific piece of your character in great danger or pain, this is the backbone of your application, make it good.:
Cyrus opens his eyes. A slight beam of light is shooting through what appears to be a hole in a door. He rolls out of bed and
rubs his eyes. He squints. The light is extremely bright but thin. Like a beam irradiating from the sun. as he approaches the
door he hears a faint scream. The closer he gets to the door the louder it gets. Panic sets in. He runs towards the door as fast
as he can. The faster he runs the further the door gets and the darker his surroundings are until everything is pitch black. He
feels an extreme flash of heat behind him. He turns around with the same door he was running toward within reaching distance.
He throws the door open. His mother, sister and father are ingulfed in flames, burning to death, screaming in agony! Cyrus thrusts
himself forward and falls off his bed... He was dreaming. "Just another dream" He says silently to himself. Tears stream from
his face but an emotional look engulfs his demeanor. He is mentally used to the pain his mind plays on him, tears are a primal
response that he cannot control. He lays back down in bed and tries to close his eyes but as a ray of light shimmers through the
door. He feels immense heat coming from the door. He jumps from his bed and kicks the doory open! He falls off his bed again.
Cyrus Curls himself in a ball at the foot of his bed and sobs. No even demeanor, just fanatic tears. "I just want to wake up!"
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Anything else to add? This is delicious
Due to a small set of inadequate History class notes, I've officially been told by my loving father that I'm "not going to play Minecraft until I'm out of high school. End of story." Have fun, everyone! I hope to see you in two and a half years!
You will be missed. Good luck and hopefully it WON'T have to be two and a half years.
Denied Sorry, the only reasons I deny you are that you did not give a definition of Metagaming and I feel as though the sleep for 25 years is just a way to get out of writing about those 25 years
If you could expand on it and shorten it to maybe 10 or 15 that'd be suitable. Thanks.
What does roleplaying mean to you? Do you have any experience with RP servers in the past, positive or negative?
Roleplaying, to me, is to take on the role of another person with a different personality and characteristics, or something you could otherwise never be, and live out their life and actions. You don't act as you would, you act as your character would, no matter how much you'd like or dislike to do whatever it is normally.. I do have experience with RP servers.
What was your reason for applying to this server?
I used to play on the Ruined World 2 server, and the links of new servers being created lead me to this server. There are several people I knew on this server, which leads me to believe it is a good RP server.
In the past have you ever been banned or removed from a server permanently, and what for? (Please be honest.)
No, I have not.
Do you find the server rules to be fair, and agree to follow them completely once accepted?
Yes.
Define both powergaming and metagaming in your own words, do you agree that they should be prohibited?
Metagaming is controlling another's character without their consent, mostly by your own actions giving thier character no chance to respond (i.e. #1 kills #2 with a shovel. #2 can't respond because he's dead, and was given no chance to dodge/avoid the situation). Powergaming is using OOC knowledge in character to give yourself an edge over people, such as the location of valuable resources or a secret meeting taking place that only 2 people know about. Metagaming and powergaming should always be prohibited.
IC Information
Character name, last names are not required:
Xenith Halathan
What race is your character? (Can be a human, or you can be creative and come up with your own race. Make sure that you give your race a weakness and a strength. Also describe what your race looks like in great detail, feel free to write a separate post explaining everything fully.)
Xenith is a Fossor (faw - sore), a mutated strain of human that lives underground due to their aversion to sunlight. They have pale skin, larger than normal eyes that are adapted to darkness, have sensitive hearing, and are rather skinny. Their sense of direction underground is more developed, but they quickly become lost in the world above, only venturing above-ground to gather materials they can't scavenge on their own. The Fossi (faw - sai) are good miners and engineers, having lived underground for so long to develop the need to prevent cave-ins. They are soft-spoken and tend to be shy and uncomfortable around other races due to their seclusion. They worship the Void, the darkness that sheltered them in their time of need, and always sacrifice part of their haul on mining or scavenging expeditions to appease the Void, to insure their continued protection. They also attribute their increased longevity to the Void, although it's simply a side effect of their mutation. Their general physical appearances include long white hair in a variety of odd hairstyles, pale skin, large eyes in odd colors that occasionally appear to glow, and large hands for grabbing or holding items. The Fossi are arranged in tribal or clannish styles, with one clan being known for its crafts, another for their skills at foraging, another famed for its engineering skills. However, this sometimes leads to infighting amongst the clans, who think their task is more important than anothers and therefore their clan is more useful. There are an unknown amount of clans throughout the world.
Explain your character’s back-story, early years, etc.: (Please have at least 3 paragraphs of information here, make it as specific as possible.)
Xenith was born into the Halathan clan around 2041. As a Halathan clansman, he was taught the ways of the miner and the blacksmith shortly afterward, raising a tiny pick and hammer over his head to learn how to properly bring it to bear against stone and metal. At the age of 13, it was obvious that he was a natural at his trade, being almost the equal of several of his clansmen despite them being almost twice his age.
At the age of 16, he went through his ceremony of manhood for the Halathans, constructing a tool out of the finest materials he had gathered and presenting it to the leader of his clan. Having been accepted as a full Halathan clans-member, Xenith was finally allowed to roam free and preform his duties without supervision. He went about his business as a productive member of his clan, occasionally flirting with some of the women from other clans. It was at the age of 26, though, that he met the woman that would become his wife, Natasha Trannyth of the Trannyth clan.
Xenith and Natasha secretly courted for a total of 2 years before announcing their plans to marry. However, the Halathan clan vehemently rejected such an idea, as the Trannyth clan were only simple farmers and food-gatherers. No member of their clan could ever be considered to be married into the Halathan clan. Natasha was heartbroken, certain that this verdict meant the end of her and Xenith's relationship, but Xenith announced that he was going to marry Natasha anyway. This act of disobedience cost Xenith both his clan and his family, renouncing him as a Halathan. Gathering his things, he left his clan and went back with his new wife to her clan, who accepted them with open arms.
Any close friends or family your character knew or presently knows? (Can be actual players on the server.)
His friend Ratafor Tumbledown still stays in contact with him occasionally, whenever the two of them aren't working in the mines. His wife is dead, and his family has disowned him.
How old is your character, does their age reflect their behavior?
Xenith is in his early 30's, around 34ish. The Fossi don't keep track of exact dates as they believe that it chances Fate to take their lives early. He still tends to have a child-like curiosity about him, even at his age.
Thoroughly describe your character’s appearance, do they have any distinctive marks or features?
Xenith is very pale and has large, black and blue eyes that appear to glow slightly. He, like most of his race, has whitish hair which is curled up on the sides of his head to prevent it from obstructing his view or getting grabbed from behind. He wears a loose homespun shirt and pants, covered with a leather tunic and leather boots. He also wears metal shoulderpads and cloth gloves for working in the mines. He owns a simple backpack and a necklace, which is a gold chain on which hangs a piece of data-crystal that his wife found one day in the mines. He is skinny, yet toned from his years of working in the mines and smithy.
How does your character act, if poorly is there a reason for this?
He acts very cautiously when dealing with other people, a result of the enviroment he was raised in. He will be quiet and very fidgety, unless the other person has gained his trust. At that point, Xenith's curious, slightly erractic personality comes to the fore.
Does your character excel in a certain area, special skills, etc.: (Nothing OP, please.)
Xenith, evern for a Fossor, is an excellent miner and craftsman with his insatible sense of curiosity and slight recklessness to pursue what might or might not be a valuable task.
Does your character have a fear or hatred of something, why?
Xenith has a reasonable fear of cave-ins, which are a constant danger to his people, and a deep-seated hatred of demons, who caused the death of his wife.
Please write a long and specific piece of your character in great danger or pain, this is the backbone of your application, make it good.:
*Tap* *Tap* *Tap*
Xenith's pickaxe rung out in a solid rhythm against the stone of the cave, the simplicity of it calming him into a semi-trance state as he continued to dig out the large rusted cog out of the wall. It seemed like today was going to be a good haul, as he had already collected a few nice chunks of material from this area. He hummed a little tune to himself as he worked, happy that today he would be able to be back to his wife with a nice haul of materials that the clan sorely needed.
"Xenith!"
Xenith turned around, a small smile growing on his face as his wife walked down the tunnel towards him. "Hey, what brings you out here?"
"Oh, we've finished tending the crops for the day. It looks like we will have a full harvest this year," his wife replied, "So I decided to come out here and maybe help you work, if you'll let me."
Xenith grinned and pulled out a spare pick. "Anytime you'd like, darlin'." He passed it over to his wife, and for a few minutes the sound of their picks ringing against the stone echoed harmoniously down the passage way.
Suddenly, a chill breeze blew down the passage, causing Xenith's wife to shudder and pause in her work. A small noise drew her attention down the same way that the breeze had come from, her eyes widening as she saw the pale, malformed creature that stood before them.
Hunched over, with arms that reached down to almost drag on the ground, the thing stood motionless, its lifeless eyes staring at the two of them. The air around it still shimmered with luminous particles from it tearing its way into this reality. As Xenith turned to see why his wife had suddenly stopped and beheld the sight himself, neither of them had any doubt. This was a demon.
Xenith and his wife stood motionless for a few seconds, paralyzed with fear. Then Xenith slowly went to his wife's side, whispering into her ear without taking his eyes off the demon.
"We have to get out of here. Back away slowly, and keep your eyes on it. I'll stay here until you round the corner over there, then I'll do the same. Once you can't see it anymore, just turn and run. Understand?" She tried to say something but he placed a finger on her lips. "It's the only way. Don't worry, I'll be right behind you."
Whimpering slightly, she started walking backwards slowly towards the tunnel entrance. After a few paces, her foot hit a loose chunk of stone and she stumbled, breaking eye contact with the creature. Xenith, on reflex, turned to her to see if she was ok. As soon as his gaze left the creature, it let out an unearthly howl and grabbed one of the timber supports reinforcing the tunnel ceiling. Ripping it out from its foundation, it screamed again and hurled the slab of wood at the now-running figure of Xenith's wife, catching her across the back of the head and knocking her to the floor where she lay motionless.
Xenith shouted in rage and charged the demon, burying the point of his pick in its chest. It screamed again, this time in pain, and tried to back away. But it realized that it could never get away from the furious man attacking it in such close quarters. It quickly retreated to its own realm again, leaving a few splatters of black blood and a fading shimmer in the air as the only clues that it had been there at all.
Dropping his pick, Xenith rushed over to where his wife lay, bending low to pick her up. He stopped in the bent posture, though, and then sank to his knees. Head bowed and eyes starting to fill with tears, he couldn't comprehend the sight.
She lay there, quiet and still, in a growing puddle of her own blood that seeped from her head. Her skull had been crushed by the impact of the timber support, and he could see from the way her face was contorted in pain that she had felt it before she died. He clenched his hands on his knees, his knuckles turning white as he tried to hold back the grief long enough to take her back home. But he couldn't do it.
"NAATAAAAASHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Xenith screamed out his wife's name and pulled her broken form close, hugging her body tight. He could feel her blood, still warm but growing cooler, flowing over his arms as he held her. He could hear the noises of others growing closer, probably brought here by the sounds of the demon. He didn't care though. He had given up everything for his wife, whom he had loved so much. And now she was gone, taken from him in a moment, so fast that he didn't even get to tell her goodbye.
Xenith fell over sobbing, still clutching his wife's body as the sounds of her kinsmen grew closer. How would he continue living without her..?
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Denied
Looks good, the race was a bit strange but I'll let it slide. It's only denied because of your skin, please upload it with you wearing the skin, and your definitions, please update yourself with the them. Thank you for taking the time to apply. Those are the only problems. Just fix it up and resubmit it. Thanks!
It is with utmost grief and despair that we announce the official closing of Year 2075. We, the Admins, believe that this server was intended for greatness, we still hold that philosophy close to our hearts, but with an inconsistent player base, limited new players, and a less than desirable launch date we've decided that closing this server was for the best. As most of you know, Year 2065 is close to our hearts. With Year 2075 we tried to incorporate that atmosphere as much as we could. It is evident that we have failed. That is on us, but again, it was a mixture of timing, player times, and the small amount of new players that brought the server to it's grave. We apologize to anyone who still has a love for RP and this server, closing this server was a hard decision, but we thought it was for the best. Luzsombra, you have JoeShmoy/Flee's utmost apologies as you did not have a chance to experience this server. If you still want to be involved in any other servers that our little group might make, please PM your Skype name so, by chance, if we do decide to make another server, you will be the first to know. We thank you for your support through this process and the server. Thank you, and remember. This will always be delicious.
-QuinnHatrik, Beluga123, JoeShmoy/Flee784, and Eyedeaus
But don't worry guys.
I got this.
Server is up.
Keep on derpin'
What does roleplaying mean to you? Do you have any experience with RP servers in the past, positive or negative? Role Playing
to me is immersion. Conveying through speech or text what the eyes alone cannot see. Descriptive immersion.
What was your reason for applying to this server? I am looking for a good Role play server. I am a feed the beast fan, but
if I'm not doing that, I want to role play. I am a big nerd =)
In the past have you ever been banned or removed from a server permanently, and what for? (Please be honest.) Absolutely not.
Do you find the server rules to be fair, and agree to follow them completely once accepted? Yes
Define both powergaming and metagaming in your own words, do you agree that they should be prohibited? Of course. How is saying
"Cyrus Deacon punches a hole through your chest and you instantly die" Fair to the other person? The simplest way to describe
those two things are they are unfair.
IC Info:
Cyrus Deacon
Race: Human
Back Story:
Cyrus's past is a blur. A past that is confused with reality and a dream swirling into one. There are a few things
that Cyrus remembers to be fact. The fact that the world is in chaos. The fact that everyone he knows and loves is dead.
And the fact that he has been asleep for a long, long time.
Cyrus awoke in 2075 after being in a medically induced sleep for over 25 years. Everything in his brain was completely scrambled
and rightfully so. Imagine being asleep for 25 years. The things you thought you knew, your memories would be melded with your
dreams. Was that women you met at the bar last night real? Was last night really last night or was that 25 years ago? Does the
bar exist or did you dream it up? Wait... Are you dreaming about dreaming? All of this being said. Cyrus is not crazy.
He is unsure. He is actually a rather bright man.
What he does remember is that when he was 16 years old, the moon was torn apart. He and his family fled underground to escape
the havok in a makeshift shelter. After weeks of living off rations, the food started to run out. His father, Dr. Deacon devised
a plan to save his family. He would put them all to sleep. This way they would consume far less nutrients. He hooked Cyrus, his
sister Cynthia, and his mother Maria up to feeding tubes and beds and began treatment.
Then Cyrus woke up. He has no idea where his family is, how his feeding tubes were replenished or how he didnt lose mass amounts
of muscle mass. All that he knows is that he is alive.... He thinks.
Any close friends or family your character knew or presently knows? (Can be actual players on the server.) Nope
How old is your character, does their age reflect their behavior? 41
Thoroughly describe your character’s appearance, do they have any distinctive marks or features? White male, Brown hair. No
scars or destinctive features. Pretty ordinary. 5"7, average build. brown eyes.. Just real plain.
How does your character act, if poorly is there a reason for this? Very logical. Day dreams often but mostly away from people.
He tries not to be awkward.
Does your character excel in a certain area, special skills, etc.: (Nothing OP, please.) Wordsmith. He tends to bring out
ambition in other people with his own ambitions. He thinks BIG.
Does your character have a fear or hatred of something, why? Fears confusion. Hates confusion
Please write a long and specific piece of your character in great danger or pain, this is the backbone of your application, make it good.:
Cyrus opens his eyes. A slight beam of light is shooting through what appears to be a hole in a door. He rolls out of bed and
rubs his eyes. He squints. The light is extremely bright but thin. Like a beam irradiating from the sun. as he approaches the
door he hears a faint scream. The closer he gets to the door the louder it gets. Panic sets in. He runs towards the door as fast
as he can. The faster he runs the further the door gets and the darker his surroundings are until everything is pitch black. He
feels an extreme flash of heat behind him. He turns around with the same door he was running toward within reaching distance.
He throws the door open. His mother, sister and father are ingulfed in flames, burning to death, screaming in agony! Cyrus thrusts
himself forward and falls off his bed... He was dreaming. "Just another dream" He says silently to himself. Tears stream from
his face but an emotional look engulfs his demeanor. He is mentally used to the pain his mind plays on him, tears are a primal
response that he cannot control. He lays back down in bed and tries to close his eyes but as a ray of light shimmers through the
door. He feels immense heat coming from the door. He jumps from his bed and kicks the doory open! He falls off his bed again.
Cyrus Curls himself in a ball at the foot of his bed and sobs. No even demeanor, just fanatic tears. "I just want to wake up!"
Please insert an image of the skin your character will be using, direct links or inserted images please.: (This IS required.)
Anything else to add? This is delicious
You will be missed. Good luck and hopefully it WON'T have to be two and a half years.
Denied Sorry, the only reasons I deny you are that you did not give a definition of Metagaming and I feel as though the sleep for 25 years is just a way to get out of writing about those 25 years
If you could expand on it and shorten it to maybe 10 or 15 that'd be suitable. Thanks.
Minecraft IGN or UN:
Fuzzlezexion
What does roleplaying mean to you? Do you have any experience with RP servers in the past, positive or negative?
Roleplaying, to me, is to take on the role of another person with a different personality and characteristics, or something you could otherwise never be, and live out their life and actions. You don't act as you would, you act as your character would, no matter how much you'd like or dislike to do whatever it is normally.. I do have experience with RP servers.
What was your reason for applying to this server?
I used to play on the Ruined World 2 server, and the links of new servers being created lead me to this server. There are several people I knew on this server, which leads me to believe it is a good RP server.
In the past have you ever been banned or removed from a server permanently, and what for? (Please be honest.)
No, I have not.
Do you find the server rules to be fair, and agree to follow them completely once accepted?
Yes.
Define both powergaming and metagaming in your own words, do you agree that they should be prohibited?
Metagaming is controlling another's character without their consent, mostly by your own actions giving thier character no chance to respond (i.e. #1 kills #2 with a shovel. #2 can't respond because he's dead, and was given no chance to dodge/avoid the situation). Powergaming is using OOC knowledge in character to give yourself an edge over people, such as the location of valuable resources or a secret meeting taking place that only 2 people know about. Metagaming and powergaming should always be prohibited.
IC Information
Character name, last names are not required:
Xenith Halathan
What race is your character? (Can be a human, or you can be creative and come up with your own race. Make sure that you give your race a weakness and a strength. Also describe what your race looks like in great detail, feel free to write a separate post explaining everything fully.)
Xenith is a Fossor (faw - sore), a mutated strain of human that lives underground due to their aversion to sunlight. They have pale skin, larger than normal eyes that are adapted to darkness, have sensitive hearing, and are rather skinny. Their sense of direction underground is more developed, but they quickly become lost in the world above, only venturing above-ground to gather materials they can't scavenge on their own. The Fossi (faw - sai) are good miners and engineers, having lived underground for so long to develop the need to prevent cave-ins. They are soft-spoken and tend to be shy and uncomfortable around other races due to their seclusion. They worship the Void, the darkness that sheltered them in their time of need, and always sacrifice part of their haul on mining or scavenging expeditions to appease the Void, to insure their continued protection. They also attribute their increased longevity to the Void, although it's simply a side effect of their mutation. Their general physical appearances include long white hair in a variety of odd hairstyles, pale skin, large eyes in odd colors that occasionally appear to glow, and large hands for grabbing or holding items. The Fossi are arranged in tribal or clannish styles, with one clan being known for its crafts, another for their skills at foraging, another famed for its engineering skills. However, this sometimes leads to infighting amongst the clans, who think their task is more important than anothers and therefore their clan is more useful. There are an unknown amount of clans throughout the world.
Explain your character’s back-story, early years, etc.: (Please have at least 3 paragraphs of information here, make it as specific as possible.)
Xenith was born into the Halathan clan around 2041. As a Halathan clansman, he was taught the ways of the miner and the blacksmith shortly afterward, raising a tiny pick and hammer over his head to learn how to properly bring it to bear against stone and metal. At the age of 13, it was obvious that he was a natural at his trade, being almost the equal of several of his clansmen despite them being almost twice his age.
At the age of 16, he went through his ceremony of manhood for the Halathans, constructing a tool out of the finest materials he had gathered and presenting it to the leader of his clan. Having been accepted as a full Halathan clans-member, Xenith was finally allowed to roam free and preform his duties without supervision. He went about his business as a productive member of his clan, occasionally flirting with some of the women from other clans. It was at the age of 26, though, that he met the woman that would become his wife, Natasha Trannyth of the Trannyth clan.
Xenith and Natasha secretly courted for a total of 2 years before announcing their plans to marry. However, the Halathan clan vehemently rejected such an idea, as the Trannyth clan were only simple farmers and food-gatherers. No member of their clan could ever be considered to be married into the Halathan clan. Natasha was heartbroken, certain that this verdict meant the end of her and Xenith's relationship, but Xenith announced that he was going to marry Natasha anyway. This act of disobedience cost Xenith both his clan and his family, renouncing him as a Halathan. Gathering his things, he left his clan and went back with his new wife to her clan, who accepted them with open arms.
Any close friends or family your character knew or presently knows? (Can be actual players on the server.)
His friend Ratafor Tumbledown still stays in contact with him occasionally, whenever the two of them aren't working in the mines. His wife is dead, and his family has disowned him.
How old is your character, does their age reflect their behavior?
Xenith is in his early 30's, around 34ish. The Fossi don't keep track of exact dates as they believe that it chances Fate to take their lives early. He still tends to have a child-like curiosity about him, even at his age.
Thoroughly describe your character’s appearance, do they have any distinctive marks or features?
Xenith is very pale and has large, black and blue eyes that appear to glow slightly. He, like most of his race, has whitish hair which is curled up on the sides of his head to prevent it from obstructing his view or getting grabbed from behind. He wears a loose homespun shirt and pants, covered with a leather tunic and leather boots. He also wears metal shoulderpads and cloth gloves for working in the mines. He owns a simple backpack and a necklace, which is a gold chain on which hangs a piece of data-crystal that his wife found one day in the mines. He is skinny, yet toned from his years of working in the mines and smithy.
How does your character act, if poorly is there a reason for this?
He acts very cautiously when dealing with other people, a result of the enviroment he was raised in. He will be quiet and very fidgety, unless the other person has gained his trust. At that point, Xenith's curious, slightly erractic personality comes to the fore.
Does your character excel in a certain area, special skills, etc.: (Nothing OP, please.)
Xenith, evern for a Fossor, is an excellent miner and craftsman with his insatible sense of curiosity and slight recklessness to pursue what might or might not be a valuable task.
Does your character have a fear or hatred of something, why?
Xenith has a reasonable fear of cave-ins, which are a constant danger to his people, and a deep-seated hatred of demons, who caused the death of his wife.
Please write a long and specific piece of your character in great danger or pain, this is the backbone of your application, make it good.:
*Tap* *Tap* *Tap*
Xenith's pickaxe rung out in a solid rhythm against the stone of the cave, the simplicity of it calming him into a semi-trance state as he continued to dig out the large rusted cog out of the wall. It seemed like today was going to be a good haul, as he had already collected a few nice chunks of material from this area. He hummed a little tune to himself as he worked, happy that today he would be able to be back to his wife with a nice haul of materials that the clan sorely needed.
"Xenith!"
Xenith turned around, a small smile growing on his face as his wife walked down the tunnel towards him. "Hey, what brings you out here?"
"Oh, we've finished tending the crops for the day. It looks like we will have a full harvest this year," his wife replied, "So I decided to come out here and maybe help you work, if you'll let me."
Xenith grinned and pulled out a spare pick. "Anytime you'd like, darlin'." He passed it over to his wife, and for a few minutes the sound of their picks ringing against the stone echoed harmoniously down the passage way.
Suddenly, a chill breeze blew down the passage, causing Xenith's wife to shudder and pause in her work. A small noise drew her attention down the same way that the breeze had come from, her eyes widening as she saw the pale, malformed creature that stood before them.
Hunched over, with arms that reached down to almost drag on the ground, the thing stood motionless, its lifeless eyes staring at the two of them. The air around it still shimmered with luminous particles from it tearing its way into this reality. As Xenith turned to see why his wife had suddenly stopped and beheld the sight himself, neither of them had any doubt. This was a demon.
Xenith and his wife stood motionless for a few seconds, paralyzed with fear. Then Xenith slowly went to his wife's side, whispering into her ear without taking his eyes off the demon.
"We have to get out of here. Back away slowly, and keep your eyes on it. I'll stay here until you round the corner over there, then I'll do the same. Once you can't see it anymore, just turn and run. Understand?" She tried to say something but he placed a finger on her lips. "It's the only way. Don't worry, I'll be right behind you."
Whimpering slightly, she started walking backwards slowly towards the tunnel entrance. After a few paces, her foot hit a loose chunk of stone and she stumbled, breaking eye contact with the creature. Xenith, on reflex, turned to her to see if she was ok. As soon as his gaze left the creature, it let out an unearthly howl and grabbed one of the timber supports reinforcing the tunnel ceiling. Ripping it out from its foundation, it screamed again and hurled the slab of wood at the now-running figure of Xenith's wife, catching her across the back of the head and knocking her to the floor where she lay motionless.
Xenith shouted in rage and charged the demon, burying the point of his pick in its chest. It screamed again, this time in pain, and tried to back away. But it realized that it could never get away from the furious man attacking it in such close quarters. It quickly retreated to its own realm again, leaving a few splatters of black blood and a fading shimmer in the air as the only clues that it had been there at all.
Dropping his pick, Xenith rushed over to where his wife lay, bending low to pick her up. He stopped in the bent posture, though, and then sank to his knees. Head bowed and eyes starting to fill with tears, he couldn't comprehend the sight.
She lay there, quiet and still, in a growing puddle of her own blood that seeped from her head. Her skull had been crushed by the impact of the timber support, and he could see from the way her face was contorted in pain that she had felt it before she died. He clenched his hands on his knees, his knuckles turning white as he tried to hold back the grief long enough to take her back home. But he couldn't do it.
"NAATAAAAASHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Xenith screamed out his wife's name and pulled her broken form close, hugging her body tight. He could feel her blood, still warm but growing cooler, flowing over his arms as he held her. He could hear the noises of others growing closer, probably brought here by the sounds of the demon. He didn't care though. He had given up everything for his wife, whom he had loved so much. And now she was gone, taken from him in a moment, so fast that he didn't even get to tell her goodbye.
Xenith fell over sobbing, still clutching his wife's body as the sounds of her kinsmen grew closer. How would he continue living without her..?
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