One of the most important things of note: the backstory. In all the lands of Saphriel, the Pact war revenged both major cities and small villages, so we would appreciate it if you incorporate our lore more into how Chi and her late family were affected by it. Furthermore, your backstory is rather short with many of the details skipped over, such as how her mother died, how she killed the overlord (let alone how her moral standards would lead to such an act), and her experiences with the monks she met along her way. We really don't see much of herself as an individual, nor do we know much on how she became ill after the "misuse of her own trades". Overall, her biography needs a lot more fleshing out.
On the Realm of Saphriel, all characters from new players and old will not be allowed to start off with an advantage over others, with everyone starting off on equal grounds. Your character is mentioned as being an upper-class merchant, but you won't be allowed to start off with any items that would give them a significant advantage (you may have small sentiments, but no item will be provided for it). Those who donate or gain Player+ on our server will be allowed to request minor lored items later on! So your character would not have ready access to poisons or anything of value to sell to fit her merchant theme.
As for your magic biography, it is...
Denied
Your biography doesn't fit what we are looking for, as we want it to be written as more a backstory than an explanation that only tells, but doesn't show. Three paragraphs are required as well. Our system of magic also has no strict spells and is a bit more freeform within its limits, of which you don't seem to have a completely understood grasp of. There is no "exchange or bind" nor are there typically "another source of power", and mages do not depend on "life pools" but rather the energy channeled in one's self through trinkets. You can find more information on the Enjin forums in our rules and lore pages for magic.
As well as this, I feel that you should clarify more on how your character would react when given a weak trinket of telekinesis and the limits they would face when practicing with it for the first time.
(( Oh boy this application is excessive, and whoever is reviewing this has quite a few other applications to review too. Because of such, you can review this application last.
(( It was probably not a good idea for me to stay up all night editing this together. It's long and excessive, vague in some parts too. I would be more than willing to revise this if needed be, or even remove some parts just to shorten the "work load."
----OOC Info----
Minecraft IGN: Cyshadichu
Skype name(Optional, for server OOC chat): cyshadichu (pretty much the same name for everything)
Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example?: You can say my whole life has centered around roleplay. I’ve rp’d on forums, several Minecraft servers (featuring Asmalur and Alvaeron, the most prominent ones), D&D, LARP, Skype, text message, and various other mediums. Minecraft, however, has been the most enjoyable platform for roleplaying by far.
Define Power-gaming in your own words: Power-gaming refers to giving oneself an unfair advantage without logical or considerate means. Examples of this include: controlling another character’s reaction, bending the rules and limitations in one’s favor, not giving an opponent an opportunity to react, and overpowering your character without roleplay reason or development.
Define Meta-gaming in your own words: Meta-gaming refers to taking information out of character and applying it in character; essentially, it’s granting knowledge to one’s own character that they should not have any logical reason to know. Example include: taking info off of character profiles, taking research off the internet and instantly knowing the information [rather than taking time to have your character emote their pursuit of knowledge], and alerting friends/people OOCly to find/save you from a situation.
Define Role-Playing in your own words: Roleplaying, RP as it is commonly abbreviated, is the act of assuming a role/character with a fictional world. Nearly all video games incorporate a form of roleplaying by placing players in the perspective of a predetermined character or personalized avatar. Roleplay often brings creative minds together to write and worldbuild in tangent in order to create a story, and better yet, an experience.
----IC Info----
Character name: “Keletheryl” (real name is Gregory Black)
Character race: Human
Character gender: Male
Character age: 11, child
Character occupation: Technically N/A, as he is still a child and not employed in any set occupation. He has, however, been introduced to the basic training that comes with apprenticeship as a pageboy that would later lead on to being squire, but his experience has only thus far reached the early stages of servanthood and light sparring. Although being a child, Keletheryl still displays skill in managing survival on his own and would have generally taken to small, menial tasks and favors with little pay just to persist living. His behavior can be found quite entertaining (or pitiful) at times, allowing him to thrive off the occasional good nature in people.
Character description:
Standing at 4’11” and equipped with a youthful audacity within his blue eyes, Keletheryl normally appears as a naïve and energetic child. Despite his efforts to maintain good hygiene, his unkempt brown hair and loose clothing imply that Keletheryl is not an entirely tidy individual. His clothing and aged, grey boots all seem too many sizes too big for him, allowing for more growth as he ages. He seems to sport a childish habit to play pretend, with his mannerisms supported with a “costume”, which consist of a black blanket with golden colored stripes worn much like a cloak—Cape of Destiny, as he calls it—and a white, flat leather mask that lacks facial features; a rather eerie feature of this mask are the reddish-brown stains that stream down from the eye sockets, a dark contrast to the stark white of the plain design.
His slender and underdeveloped build clearly present his young age—the thin and slightly boney stature with extremely pale skin implying malnourishment. While lacking in muscle mass, Keletheryl manages his survival with decent strength fueled by optimistic determination. In most situations, he favors agility over brute strength and is well accustomed to dashing around in spurts of energy. Even though his attire often hinders his mobility, Keletheryl insists on wearing his “costume”. To logically hold all his belongings, Keletheryl possesses a sturdy, brown pack—common equipment for an adventuring spirit.
Character personality and traits:
If there were to be one word to describe Keletheryl, that word would be c̶h̶u̶u̶n̶i̶b̶y̶o̶u̶ “quirky”. His manner of going about things is often immature and exceedingly hyper. One of the most prominent aspects of his personality, that of which being his excessive imagination, leads him to believe what is arguably a delusional perception of the world and himself. Often does he address people and mundane objects by made up titles and mixed in phrases from other languages in an attempt to drag them down into such delusions. Though habitually making claims of demon spores and possessing the powers of a supposed “fallen angel”, Keletheryl appears pretty harmless and rarely engages in combat. While mostly seen as childish and delusional, Keletheryl infrequently passes a hint that suggests that he knows a lot more than what he originally lets on. One may consider that his fantasy may be a mere game of “pretend” to cope with fear and a constantly over-paranoid state of mind. Upon being seriously questioned about the severity of his delusions, Keletheryl would insist that the images, thoughts, and senses that haunt him and cause him to sputter out nonsensical ramblings are all just the work of an overactive, youthful mind.
As far as Keletheryl’s intelligence goes is highly up to debate. His experience of the world seems quite limited without an adult understanding of life, and his perspective can be easily swayed, especially by those who play along with his games. However, few instances show that Keletheryl has a deep love for literature. Books, poetry, plays, short tales, studying, acting… name it all and most likely Keletheryl will have a heyday. With his vocabulary actually being quite extensive, if not a little pretentious, it doesn’t strike as much of a shocker. He’ll often incorporate uncommon phrases and terms into his unique vocabulary, whether or not it actually makes any sense. Sometimes he would jumble up his words and create obscure slurs to accompany his unconventional and dramatic manner of speaking (thee, thou, thy, hath, etc.).
Typically, Keletheryl would speak out with a loud and dramatic projection. Yet, in spite of his bold façade, the boy still possesses shy and slightly introverted characteristics. Every so often he won’t be the first to speak, preferring to stick in the background and watch the world move on without him. Sometimes he’ll stand outside someone’s window or even trespass upon property just to amuse his curiosity and interest in “the mortal realm”, showing the more questionable side of his sense of morality that defines him. When he knows he can do nothing to stop a fight or other sort of conflict, he’ll find himself just watching rather than helping. Surviving often does not allow one to be completely selfless and morally upright, resulting in Keletheryl’s resort to petty thievery if his life depended on it. While he’ll mostly only pursue food, the boy is no stranger to taking random, interesting (at least, in his perspective they are significant) objects should the opportunity present itself. In spite of his manners and sporadic cruelty, Keletheryl attempts to overall present himself as a “good” person.
Character biography: (( The first part is written more clearly and is meant to describe the actions of the family, while the second and third halves are written to be more quick and vague within Keletheryl’s persepctive. Otherwise, this will take foreverrrrr to readdd if I made it too long… If you prefer that I remain consistent and write the biography in a specific way (straight chronological, story, the creepy second person style, etc), do say and I’ll change it))
Part 1
You shouldn’t have come.
Winter, a few years before the war between the Pact and the Alliance came to its end… The child had been born to the noble family of Black, which had come down to its last, very few members over the course of time. Those early years, the child was welcomed into a world that would soon be set upon recovery once the war had met its conclusion. Garrett Black, the father, had served with the Alliance as a knight before a crippling injury to his left leg dismissed him to return home to his dear wife Madeline. In the years before Garrett’s return to the household, Madeline had been cared for by the servants of House Black, due to being affected by a peculiar condition earlier on in her life. Often would she speak to walls and portraits, with claims that she heard the voices of heaven and hell in her walks within the gardens. Rumor had spread back then that her mother, an illusionist mage, had cursed her daughter into such a state by overexerting her magical proficiency during pregnancy. Her weak body gave out and withered away at Madeline’s birth, leaving Madeline with her only surviving family member, her aunt Gertrude, to raise her. Despite her condition and the judgement she faced against those that believed her to be crazy, Madeline managed a relatively normal life, having become a nurse for wounded soldiers during the long and bloody war. It was in a nursing tent that she had met her husband, whom showed unconditional love towards her and accepted the oddities within her behavior. They had married in the summer and one day decided to pass on the Black family legacy before Garrett left once more to aid the war effort.
While the family did indeed feel blessed to birth a seemingly healthy child, Madeline’s condition only worsened as she aged. It initially started as a forgetful neglect of her baby before progressing into a deep depression. Concerned for his wife, Garrett employed a nurse maid to take care of the infant while he, himself, endorsed all his time towards improving Madeline’s mental state. Slowly, her behavior had begun its shift. Garrett and the servants thought the only logical reason for her degrading state was that she had felt affected by the war, which had nearly ended and gone into the next phase of demons by the time Madeline’s condition came to its culmination. She had come to obsess over small discrepancies in life, such as a discolored rose or a crooked painting.
She doesn’t need you.
The worse of her condition led her to believe that her own child was the spawn of a demon. The delusion came suddenly on a spring’s night, when Madeline had asked to see her child. She was smiling for the first time in months, her hollow face filling with color on that day. That whole day, she loved her child. She cradled him, sang, and told her stories of her own mother, showing the child the hand mirror her mother had left for her. Nobody knew what caused Madeline to turn that miracle of a day into a nightmarish memory. Before the sun began to sink down into the hills, Madeline’s screams echoed throughout the household. Garrett limped to the nursery, nearly dropping his cane in his hurry, to find Madeline’s hands around their son’s neck. She shrieked, thrashed, and cried while her son was on the verge of dying by her own hands. The crippled man managed to separate Madeline from their child with the help of the nurse. As soon as his wife was brought back to the master bedroom, Garrett moved back towards the nursery to check on his son. On his way, he came across a shattered hand mirror, which had been thrown out into the hallway. Garrett immediately recognized it—the mirror from Madeline’s mother—and leaned down to pick it up and return it to his wife, forgetting about his young boy within that moment.
You don’t need them.
The nurse read a book to the gasping child in bed on that night, sharing the story of an eccentric adventurer named Keletheryl. The story was written in a mix of common and—oh dear. At one point, the child started to cry, prompting the nurse to give them a soothing hug.
“What’s wrong, mon enfant?” she asked calmly, hand delicately moving to straighten the pillow for the poor kid’s neck.
You said you weren’t happy.
“Do not fret about that, mon enfant… Just.. be someone’s who’s happy, yes? Don’t worry anymore, little Gregory… Your mother.. she… she just has an interesting condition. She still loves you, mon enfant… She loves you very much.”
With the opening of the portals that unleashed the demons upon the realm of Saphriel, Garrett had begun to worry about how his boy would train under a knight’s apprenticeship, since he had been disabled and thus unable to carry about teachings and demonstrations for his own son. With Madeline’s condition, his schedule was far too busy to ever have time for the child. Still wanting the best for his son, Garrett sent a letter to a former acquaintance of his, asking if they would take on the child for an apprenticeship as a servant and later a squire. With his old friend’s agreement, it was decided that the child would leave home and live in Sir Lysanthur’s keep for his training at the age of seven. The years seemed too few to count by then, but Garrett worried more for his wife than he did for the child….
Part 2
Have you ever wanted escape? The kind of escape from reality and into a fantasy, a world with only you and everything that your mind creates…
“Aren’t you excited, G̼̻̗̮̭̗̎̎̌̓ͪý̝̮̦̯̼͔̘͎͑̓̅̒̈́͘͞r̡̯ͫ̒͗̃ͤͥe̴̢̫̱̝̹͔̳̺̖̋̔ͥo̴̰̟̹̺̩ͮ̏ͪͧ̋͒ͬ͟g̢͈̝̟̯̠̎ͭ̔̆̊̀̕r̴̭͍ͯͫ̓̽̽͐̂͟?My little boy is growing up too fast already! You’re going to be a noble knight one of these days!”
Put down that book, give the nurse a joyful grin. Leap from your seat and give her a big hug!
“I’ll miss youuuu!”
Yet, if you lose a grasp on real life in this fabricated world, you might never return. It can’t be that bad, right? It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.
Pace down those large, empty halls. Let your imagination dance.
The Black Knight of Nights threw his torn hood over his head as he continued down the corridor. His mind clouded with thoughts of the recent battle, where blood and limps flew through the savage air. The Angels of Light would soon fall to the hands of Darkness, but now was no time to celebrate. They would not admit defeat that easily…
“For what reasoning must thou leave this place, when the Darkness must rest their wounds!”
“Where are you going, it’s almost bed time for you!”
“The images of war plague thine own mind, Serpent Servant. I must stroll about the lands, least my strength will always be held.”
“I’m just going to walk aroooounnnnd, pleaaaaaase? I can’t sleeeeep…!”
“Understood, Knight of Nights.”
“Very well, young master G͆̋ͪͨ͆̅̈̔ͤ҉̹̦̼̮̮̭y̪̳̜͓ͯ͒͗͟r̽͆ͯ̐ͤͨ҉̺̥̹̺̹͉͇̕ͅr̸̢̲͈͎͖̯̖͇̜ͦͥͨ͋ͨͩ͋̚̚͞ḛ̗̞ͫ͐͂͗̋̓͢g̢̫̮̀̏ͪ̌͊̒̅ͪ͒o͇ͧ̓̽̿͛.”
The demon flew through the night skies, taking in the chilling air. This world… Soon it would be engulfed in pitch black, and all shall know it was brought about by the power of the Dark. The Black Knight of Nights focused his attention upon the Lake of Resting Spirits and descended quickly to the ground. He stood by the edge of the waters and stared down his reflection. Looking up, he saw the moon and all the stars above.
Imagine a world in complete darkness… A world without the Light… A grin would come upon the dark angel’s face.
“Such beauty in the everlasting night…”
Suddenly, a noise. Bushes rattling, sticks breaking. Turn around and there…
…stood the enemy, an Angel of Light. She smiled at him so calmly and held up her Holy Lamp. Her feathered wings outstretched and surrounded him with blinding light that matched the powerful light from her lamp. The angel’s thin, pale lips opened, and her heavenly voice began to speak…
“H-hi…”
The two of you meet eyes as a silence overcomes you, your faces illuminated by the light of her glass lantern. You recognize her, somewhat, the girl a little older than you from that household your family keeps scowling at. Already you know that your families absolutely hate each other, butting heads constantly as rivals.
But looking at her…
The one you’re supposed to hate…
You’re one in the same.
Light vs. Dark.
Black against White.
And to her, you say, “Hi…”
You like to play with her often.
The Black Knight of Nights and the Chosen One often flew together by the Lake of Spirits. They told their tales of war and shared their spoils amongst each other.
Sometimes she plays the same game.
The angels clashed their blades, evenly matched against each other. The Sword of Cursed Wood and the Sword of Holy Bark. Sparks and spirals of Light and Dark dance around the two in the heat of their intense sparring.
Meeting together in the moonlight. It would be so romantic and cute if you weren’t just a kid stuck in a fantasy. You don’t think anything of it, but you know you like her as your bestest friend!
Why must your families be so torn…?
You don’t ever want to say goodbye to your only friend. You know you’ll have to one of these days, when you have continue on your own path.
Saying goodbye is the hardest…
You need to find a way to stay.
“Keletheryl’s strength hath diminished after this last battle.”
“Aww, poor boy… You just rest tonight, okay? Feel better soon. Remember, you’re going to have to be well and fit if you’re going to be a knight one day! Ohh, I wish you didn’t have to go this week… Might have to stay here for a little while… And you were so excited about it too!”
And then you sneak out.
Just a few more nights.
But one night, you’re caught.
You tell him what you’ve been doing. It’s the only thing you can do.
“Keletheryl, the traitor?! Dancing in the moonlight with an Angel of Light!”
“Nooo, she’s my frienddd!”
“The Darkness dost not associate such relations with the Light! I shall inform the Higher Demons of this! The Black Knight of Nights hath been sneaking out of this Dark Palace, sharing such secrets with the enemy!”
No, they’re going to find out.
The Black Knight of Nights grew cold. Before the older demon could spread out his wings and take off from the cliff…
…your hands push out in front of you.
Down the cliff.
Tumbling down those steps.
Reach the sharp rocks below.
What a horrible crack.
Nobody knows. Nobody. He just fell. He was old.
“Chosen One! I hath decided to fight with you, for the sake of the Light!”
“You need to go back home, y͇̤ͨ̽̀̔͝o̡̪̟̯̼͔̬ͭ͐̇̊ͬ̔̚͘r͔͔͚̠̣ͩͭ͑ͧ̈͂̓̄̊͜r̶̮̞̗̫̩͖ͣ̓ͤͫ̓̋̒͢G̷̴̛̦͚͊̒̆̌ͩg̴̫͇̺̠͌͊͆̚e͇̝̞͎̼̖̦ͭ̍̂́…”
“I do not wish to be one with the Darkness anymore… I wish to be with you!”
“Our families hate each other! Don’t you get it?! We were never supposed to be friends…”
“I-I hath already fought against the Dark. Keletheryl is…a traitor…”
“Thou must go, Black Knight of Nights. Thy can never be one with the Light, nor shall thy live with the Dark once more. Thou must go…”
“I didn’t mean to…”
“The Dark will never forgive thee. Leave, never return. Never let me see thy face again, demon.”
“I’m sorry…”
She gives you her lantern. “That’s enough of this stupid game… Just…grow up…”
They still never found out what you did.
Now you have to leave home. Be a good little boy. Then you’ll be a knight one day.
The Black Knight of Nights was cast out from the Dark in the days that proceeded. The Chosen One sealed away his soul into the Lamp.
That was the end of the Black Knight of Nights.
Grow up, little boy. It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.
Part 3
You can’t keep hiding.
You can’t keep crying.
You can’t keep denying.
You know what you did.
You demon.
Grow up little boy. Grow up! You have many things to do. Do it for the Keeper! Do it to become a knight!
First minute and you’re too quiet. You put on a smile that hides the horrors within.
But when you’re alone you cry.
Second hour and you’re almost all settled in. He tells you what to do, what to wear, and how to behave with all the others doing the same.
But your nightmares cause you to wet the bed.
Third day and you've been scolded. You don’t tell them all why you’re so scared of the stairs.
But you know just exactly why.
Stare down at your hands. Are they covered in blood? They should be, just to show everybody what you did. Guilty… Guilty…! GUILTY!
Why can’t they see that your guilt is eating you? Never forget that crack. Never forget that image.
“Shut up, r̴̛̩̘̜̙̿̑ͫͥ̾͒͒̂ͥ͟g͚̥̹̟̳̜͓̍̓ͨe̢͚͕̤͓̳ͯ̔̎̍̒͊̚y̴̹̥͔̼͉ͭ̎̀ͭ̿͊̀̚ỏ̶̭̀ŗ̧̺̖͙̭̼̮͕̋ͥG̶̏̀ͯͫ̓̂͏̯̜͈, just shut up!”
You’re so annoying that they even try to shove you into a separate room.
Wake up on your bed. Sheets are wet. Eyes are red.
Were you screaming? Did he hear you again?
It’s dark in this room… Let the Light shine..! Take the lantern from the side and let the flames ignite. Hug the Light, cling close, admire how bright…
And fade into memory…
“Keletheryl and Arkaith! The Black Knight of Nights and the Chosen One! An alliance only the Stars hath fabled!”
The Chosen One allowed for an amused smile to form across her face as she watched the Black Knight of Nights cry out to the dark skies above.
“Oh, Black Knight of Nights, must thou speaketh so loudly? I still hath the need to restore my strength after such a battle…”
The demon turned to the angel, his face peeling back to reveal a sharp row of teeth. “Keletheryl can take this vulnerability as a chance to strike and finally extinguish the Light!”
She merely chuckled in response. “Keletheryl is too much of a coward to commit such an act against whom that he considers his acquaintance.”
“N-Nay, the Black Knight of Nights is brave!”
“Heehee… Prove it!”
The Black Knight of Nights’s wings outstretched as he leapt from his position. “I shall prove such bravery with—“
Loud thumping on your door. No, no, he heard you again… Please don’t—
The Keeper bursts through the room, a bottle in his hand. You cling tight to that lantern as his arm swings up high.
Good night.
A month and you’re still haunted by your past sins. But you learn to try and hide it. You need to, otherwise they’ll all laugh at you. And then the Keeper will be mad at you. And then your head will hurt again.
Did you wash the clothes yet? Good boy!
Did you help with dinner? Don’t forget your other chores!
Did you practice sword-fighting with the others? You’ll be a true knight one day!
Did you finally stop being a crybaby? No, didn’t think so. Point and laugh at the baby. Now stop crying. Stop crying. Please stop crying now or he’ll—
Alone again. Calm down, soothe your headache. Does it still hurt? Not as much? Good. Pick up your book, let out a sigh, before losing yourself in another world…
The hero turned his body towards the large beast, eyes wide and mouth gapped as the creature let out a terrifying shriek. Its hooved feet scraped against the stone floors in its wild dash towards the man. With his body filled with adrenalin, the hero raised his sword and stood his ground. He searched for any place to swing his sword and end the beast’s rampage once and for all. It all became clear to him as his eyes studied the rippling flesh of the creature’s neck, noting how such an injury would cause the beast to bleed and writ—
Alas, your fantasies are spoiled again. They yank that book out of your hands and tear up the pages in front of you. They just want to see you cry again.
And of course, you do. Silent tears fall on your guilty hands.
You stare at that rat running around the kitchen. It’s your turn to catch it and put it back outside. Set the trap again. Balance a plank over the edge of the table, a piece of cheese at one end, and a bucket underneath it all to catch the rat when it falls! Now to wait a bit. Wait a bit more. Maybe a little bit more… Any day now!
Finally the rat fell for the trap. Looking down into that bucket, you see how vulnerable it is. So much trouble from this small beast.
Then your mind trails back to that story you were reading. The need to finish it eats you alive! Since you can’t read it anymore…why not recreate it?
Take a knife from the kitchen, pull the bucket along outside, put on those gloves and grab the rodent by the throat!
The hero stood before the beast, his sword hovering just over the creature’s neck. He watched it squirm in distress, for it knew that its own end was near. An eager smile grew on the hero’s face as he dragged his sword over the area, letting the beast’s blood pour out onto his hands. The beast choked in agonizing pain before growing limp as life left its beady eyes…
You got in trouble for playing with dead rodents that day. Bad boy.
You went to bed in a bit of a daze with your head throbbing in pain again.
Good night.
Half the year flies by and nothing seems to change. Your bedsheets still stink and tears still fall. If anything changed, maybe it’s that you don’t seem to mind it all as much anymore.
Did you clean the weapons? Make sure not to cut your fingers again next time!
Did you help the Keeper arm himself? Very good, you know your stuff!
Did you make sure to feed the horses? They wanted to say thank you!
Did you finally stop being a coward? No, didn’t think so. The Keeper locked you in the dark room again, because you were too slow to bring him another. It’s dark in here and you’re already begging for him to let you out, but he only calls you a coward. You’ll never be a knight if you’re not brave. Stop crying. Stop. You have no lantern with you to ward off the darkness that surrounds you. Please stop crying for your sake.
Breathing filled my ears, and I knew it wasn’t just mine. I stumbled about blindly in the dark as the breathing grew louder and louder, before turning into an ear-piercing scream. My feet failed me as I tried to make my escape. I fell against the door, heavy gasps of air leaving my lungs. I pounded against the locked door with aching fists. In that moment, I wanted to get up and fight against the other presence in the room, but all I could do was sob and plead for the door to open. And to my surprise, the door swung open. Light poured into the room as I looked up at whom I believed to be my savior…before I realized it was my damnation.
You remember curling up on the floor. His stinging breath of fire keeps screaming at you, calling you everything you already know you are. You look at them all staring at you with your dizzy eyes. A world that keeps spinning and spinning and spinning…
Good night.
You don’t know this yet, but this is your last year.
Nothing seems to have changed still. Bed still wet. Head still aching. Hands still shaking. Guilt still building. Tears still falling.
Even though it was all a year ago, you still fear the dark. You cling much more tightly to your glass lantern, carrying around the dim light with you nearly everywhere. They mock you for guarding the light with your life. Sometimes they lock you in the dark room again with only your light, leaving you in there until the fire inside finally dies. Then, obviously, you begin to cry.
One time the Keeper pulled you aside. He said he didn’t want to see you crying anymore. You know what happens if he sees you crying. You must hide your face from them all. And you know just how to do it.
A white mask with no expression. It reminds you of the Black Knight of Nights. Behind it you cry silently with renewed confidence! Success! They don’t see you crying! They don’t seem to care about you with the mask on!
You’re smiling on the inside.
Then night falls, ending your successful day. You had a nightmare. Clean the sheets, hurry up, wipe those tears! Put on the mask before anyone sees you cry and light up a candle for your lantern.
You carry the messy sheets over to take them to the washroom, absolutely giddy with newfound strength. Will it finally get better now? After you wash off the sheets, you wrap yourself up in all the thick blankets before heading back to your bed to go sleep.
But turn that corner and face your fears, little boy.
“You’ve been wearing that mask all day. I already told you that you need to grow up.”
It’s the Keeper. You don’t say anything and only hug your lantern tighter.
“Take it off already.”
You don’t. You’re too scared to move. And if he sees you crying now…
“Why aren’t you listening to me?”
You can’t hold back the tears.
“And that damn lantern! Why do you keep carrying it around?”
You’re too choked up to speak.
“You need to grow up, Gregory. It’s been a year already and I’ve had enough of this ********. All this crying and all these fantasies…”
He takes a step closer, reaching out his hand. “Give it to me.”
You shake your head quickly in protest, causing his face to grow more intense.
“What game do you think you’re playing? Give me that bloiting lantern right now!”
When you still hesitate, he rushes at you and takes it forcefully from your grasp. He yanks out the candle and throws it at your feet.
“Now take off that damn mask and go back to your room!”
But you just stand there frozen in fear. Can’t move, can’t do anything. What a coward…
“What did I say?!”
And you only mumble your words. The Keeper tears off the mask from your face and tosses it to the ground, ridding of the barrier between your terrified eyes and his intense glare. He’s angry now. Without his usual choice of weapon, he lifts up his arm and swings the fragile lantern over your head.
Halt the tears that leak from your eyes. Show no weakness.
He hits you again and again with the lantern until the glass cracks.
Rise up off the floor. Be a true brave Knight of Nights.
Even then, he still keeps swinging, shattering it completely. It hurts more when the glass slices through your skull.
Does he want to kill you?
There’s blood on the floor.
You feel like you’re going to die.
The world clouds with black.
This can’t be it, right?
…Right?
The Ousted Knight of Nights hath awoken on the night the Lamp hath shattered. Finally… Finally part of his soul hath been freed…
The demon awakened, stirring suddenly with shards of the Chosen One’s Holy Lamp surrounding his mortal form. He had not been asleep for very long, as the moon still peaked in the dark sky. His fingers dragged through the blood pooled around him, becoming once again familiar with the blood that had been shed in the fields of battle. The fallen angel struggled to his knees, head spinning. It felt as if several, sharp, tiny horns pierced through his skull. He lifted up shaky fingers to run through his mortal head of hair, wincing in pain at every cut. Even if the Ousted Knight of Nights were to fall again from his wounds, he knew what he had to do.
He crawled to the Mask of the Knight’s Sorrow, carefully placing it over his head despite his aching weakness. He dragged his bloody fingers over the mask, creating tear-like stains under the mask’s two black lines. His own human blood continued to steam down his face as his fingers felt around the ground for a big enough shard of glass to hold in his hand before staggering to his feet. The Ousted Knight of Nights leaned heavily against the walls as he moved along in a daze to the beast’s chamber.
Pass by a mirror on your way to bring the Light. You look into your reflection...and all you see is my face. And you embrace it with tears.
At last, the fallen angel’s small child form reached the large doors of the chambers. He pushed at them, letting them creak open for him to slip through. How he hoped that the Keeper inside did not stir at his presence… The Ousted Knight of Nights trudged forwards, wide eyes staring at the beast as it slept. For all these years had it kept him still… All these years that he hated... He came upon the sleeping creature, taking the shard of the Holy Lamp over to the beast’s throat…
Good night.
Epilogue
You shouldn’t have come.
She doesn’t need you.
You don’t need them.
You’ve lived on your own for three years now.
You had to run, live on your own.
You can’t let them know.
…Or you will surely die.
They’ll hang you in the square.
It’s a good day to hide….
Go back and hide!
Hide…
Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios:
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child grazes you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
Keletheryl stood in a trance-like confusion before the realization struck, his heart sinking in his chest. He removed the mask upon his face and(Keletheryl would never do that, I have no idea why I put that in) stretched out a hand—as if that would help catch the culprit—before he stumbled forward, breaking out into a chase for the other child. Gritting his teeth, Keletheryl charged in pursuit, moving as fast as his heavy legs and tired legs could carry him. After a whole day spent within the market, he had nearly been drained of all his energy. With the circumstances of his situation, a shot of adrenaline re-fueled his body to keep on moving. Neither a shout nor a cry left his throat, as the boy found it best to save his breath for his rival. The experience was all too familiar to him: every man for himself. Though his eyes were locked onto the thief, his mind had drifted elsewhere. He thought of his own sin, the struggle to survive in a corrupted world. Like many others, his being was impure. Would his own dark soul ever meet the wondrous radiance of Light, with the way his mortal life was? Would he ever aid in the—
His thoughts were cut short when he ran into a woman packing up her stall. She lectured the boy for a good thirty seconds before Keletheryl exclaimed, “The Ousted Knight of Nights hath a calling to heed! He must suspend thy trial and continue about his quest against the Hands of Sleights!” and ran off once more, only to have lost sight of the child due to the small diversion.
In light of the situation, Keletheryl tightened his fist and struck a dramatic pose amongst his breathless panting. “C-cursess… the… bleh… the Hands of Slights hath bested Keletheryl once againnnn.. Alas, tis indeed a discouragement, but thy dark matter nay shall vanquish the spirit of this mortal entity…!”
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
Perhaps it was pity that lead him to act. Having never owned a pet before, Keletheryl found animals to be quite a fascination within the mortal world. Living, yet not what one would automatically define as sentient. Sometimes he thought the birds spoke to him, singing songs to decorate his life with beautiful music. Other times he would play with the rats they had caught in the cellar, using them as a means to create stories and tales about the timid creatures. Yet, a mother wolf and her pups proved to be a far more amusing sight to the young boy. At first, he merely stared. He watched them for quite a time, listening to the lamenting whines that screamed in their throats. The boy knew the situation and understood it well, acknowledging that he had no involvement in the life of the animal. He could have left right then, moved on with his existence, but he didn’t.
It was the pity that caused him to act.
Keletheryl fished inside of his pack for a piece of dry meat and cautiously placed it in front of the pained wolf in an attempt to distract her as he looked over the trap. She averted her attention from the bait at first, stressfully panting as she tried to drag herself away, before giving up and resting her muzzle on her paws. She didn’t even touch the treat. As the boy tried to pry open the trap, the pups kept their distance, sniffing coyly at the air with uncertainty. Every few minutes, the wolf would jolt again in an effort to escape, nipping and thrashing at Keletheryl despite his efforts to help. Eventually, he too gave up, unable to free the wolf on his own.
“I cannot help thee…” he muttered, backing away from the sorrowful sight. Silence overtook him for a moment before his exclamation passed through. “I… Keletheryl shall find another with the capability to bring aid!”
He gave the mother wolf and her puppies a brief, concerned glance before turning towards the town and hurrying off to find anyone that would bother to help the poor things…
Extra notes:
I’ve played this character before on another server, but never achieved a sense of closure with the guy. I hope to be able to play him again, and this time give him more opportunity for advancement whether it be that he becomes an actual knight or an illusionary mage this go around (last time, he became a blacksmith, but that’s a whole other story).
Also, it was Thovian who referred me to Saphriel and I’ve become so invested that I read/skimmed over all the posts on the enjin forums. I quite like how everything is fleshed and hear from Thovian that there’s even more to discover on the server! I hope to find myself accepted so that I may explore it myself.
Only fill out below if you want your character to have magic capabilities. If you don't fill this out, then your character will be incapable of performing any form of magic. Note that it will take significant in character practice and experience to become any form of proficient in magic.
(We only accept high quality magic applications!)
Magic Biography; Explain the reason you want your character to have magic through backstory application:
Do you remember the mirror?
“My mother… She’d given me this mirror in her will before her passing, Gregory,” Madeline explained to the curious child. Gregory looked up to his mother, an easily awestruck face on his naïve expression. His mother looked back into his wide and amused eyes, her faint smile reforming on her face as she turned the face of the mirror to reflect the both of them. “That’s me… and that’s you…!”
Gregory smiled at the two reflections within the small space and waved his hands at them. “Hi, me! Hi, you!”
“No, no! That’s not their names, that’s us! Silly boy…” Madeline chuckled, her hand moving up to pat the boy’s head. While she smiled for the moment, her expression slowly started to dim. With her eyes trained upon the mirror, she started to space out, her mind turning into sludge. Gregory’s insistent poking failed to break through the barrier that locked up his mother’s consciousness.
“Mommm…?” The boy tilted his head and looked into the mirror when suddenly his mother’s shuddering voice spoke out.
“My mother… she speaks to me sometimes… She tells me—she tells me I am just as powerful as her… I can hear her, right now, yes! She says… she says I should have been the one… I should have received Bothimir’s blessing… I should—I should have!... Me… I could have been special… I could have been like her…”
“I think mommy’s special…” he muttered. No matter how loud he spoke, his mother often didn’t hear him. Not during one of her fits. Gregory’s attention drifted back into the mirror—no, it called for him!—and let his fingers reach out the touch the clean surface of his reflection. The touch made him feel drowsy, sick to the stomach. It was as if the mirror-Gregory drained out all his energy... The urge to yawn built up, yet not even the corners of his lips twitched. He wondered why he felt immensely sluggish all of a sudden. And then a crack in the mirror formed, shattering the image of himself. He blinked slowly and nodded up his head, staring straight across from him to see what looked like a little boy—no, another image of himself appeared in front of him! He looked across and saw himself, as if he were looking through a large mirror that suddenly appeared in front of him. This Gregory, however, didn’t move. It didn’t blink and only stood stationary. Gregory’s jaw dropped and he pointed forward, trying to alert his mother of his new copy.
When she saw it, she screamed. The woman practically threw the child out of her lap and pried the mirror from his hands. She threw it out into the hallway, her panicked breathing never slowing.
“No! It can’t be, can’t be true! NO! NOO! Please, not my son…!”
Gregorry looked up to his mother, his face frozen with terror. “M-momm..?”
“Shhh! SHHH! Do not speak or else the—AAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Madeline grabbed her son by the neck and lifted him up, her breathing growing rapid. “A demon… A-A demon.. hath spawned within mine House of Black… I shall—I SHALL—expell theee…!”
The world around him faded into an ugly black.
How long ago was that?
Keletheryl watched from behind the tree, its bark peeled from years of its service in providing itself as a target for practicers. His eyes were set upon a group of mages, displaying their talent and progress with small tricks from what looked like a variety of jewelry. One of them turned a coin blue, while another made a floating orb of light dance around their small circle.
To Keletheryl, the mere craft amused him, yet it was the display of the illusionist within the group that he felt drawn towards. They created a small image of a bird in their palm, letting their friends see the creation before making it shift into a black cat. His thoughts strayed toward all the fantastical images and projections he could create, his mind racing wild with ideas. A sharp, searing headache drew him out from his thoughts, the sluggish feeling coming over him once more. He looked across at the illusionist’s bracelet, feeling ever more drawn towards the object. For a moment, he thought it was calling him, as if it were leaching away his roaring imagination and pulsating with an ecstatic draw.
In his daze, the magi noticed him staring and turned their gazes to him, calling out to snap him out of his trance. Keletheryl blinked in confusion before slinking back behind the tree and into hiding. As he turned to leave, the longing feeling soon faded away with the distance between him and the trinket. He begun to think of all the things he could do if he could utilize that power that seeped into the trinket, of all the worlds he could create… People would be able to see the things they could never see before, and they could witness the wonder of his constant stream of imagination! They could watch in wonder as his creations put on plays or recited poetry for them, or better yet, witness the glowing radiance of the Light! They could see the angels and the demons, all the demon spores, too! If they didn’t possess the true-sight for it, he could just show them through the illusions he could bend…
Everyone surely would be able to play along better.
Please give an example in your own words describing the limitations placed upon those who use magic:
Magic proves itself to be quite a dangerous and taxing craft to take into practice, requiring extensive training and an appropriate trinket of the precise aspect and power in order properly utilize. The dangers of using a weak trinket for magic beyond what the trinket can handle can often be detrimental towards the user, with either the caster being harmed or the trinket being destroyed in the process; likewise, using a trinket without moderating one’s own abilities can lead to overexertion and completely drain one of energy (sometimes resulting in death!).
Please give a description of the magic system in your own words:
The magic system on Saphriel is presented in a rather unique format, with there being no explicit spells necessary to hone the craft. Instead, the magic system is based upon namely three factors: (1) magic potential, (2) trinkets, (3) experience. While currently unknown how one gains magic potential, it can be speculated that they are born with ability or have been exposed to certain conditions in which their power has become apparent. With the magical potential in mind, mages use trinkets as a medium to channel this potential. Trinkets vary in power levels from weak to divine, with the highest of these tiers being the rarest and most able to allow a mage to perform an extremely powerful feat. As well as this, trinkets denote certain types of aspects that mages may use for a particular type of magic that corresponds with their own specialty (water mages with water aspect trinkets, etc). When a trinket is overloaded with an amount of arcane energy that it cannot contain being channeled throughout it, possible damage can occur, of which either harms the user or the trinket. Mages also must keep in mind their own ability and experience, as they too can tire after overexertion of their power. Thus, the importance of practice and many years of mental training are heavily stressed amongst mages expecting to consider themselves masters within the craft.
You are given a weak trinket of <illusion>, you haven't had much practice with magic yet, but you will try your best. Describe some things you could/would do with this trinket:
Due to Keletheryl’s age and frankly his inexperience with the concept of magic, he would be largely unable to utilize his potential and the trinket’s power to its fullest extent. He would, however, pick up on a vague connection with such a trinket, more so than the many mundane objects he over-exaggerates the value in. Upon letting his mind grind its gears and excite, Keletheryl could possibly unintentionally create a vague image before him of something he is familiar with, yet still find a “fake” kind of quality to the projected illusion (mostly due to the fact that it cannot move and he can’t touch it). With the idea of creating the fantasies within his mind and making them into a reality that everyone can visually see and experience, the boy would attempt to practice more with the weak trinket to create more imagery, further tiring and straining his own mental constitution and possibly even breaking the trinket should he overload the thing. It is quite likely that he would end up severely hurting himself if he were to pursue magic without guidance.
You start with one aspect only. You gain the rest of them (How ever many your race may have) of your own choice through further RP, however you will not be able to attain them immediately.
I’m expecting that this aspect, in this character’s case would be illusion, would be a rather weak and raw form that I would excitably enjoy possibly expanding upon via roleplay. Gives more open possibilities for how this character will develop, but currently, Keletheryl would possess little knowledge about real magic.
Previous Role Play Experience: I have been roleplaying on forums, in the real world, on Minecraft servers, and various other platforms for quite a few years. At least five.
In your own words define Meta-Gaming: Going beyond your character's experience to receive information that they really shouldn't know. An example of this can be seen when one person reveals a secret concerning their character in OOC, but another player takes that information and makes sure that his/her character spreads out that secret like a bonfire.
In your own words define Power-Gaming: Not giving the other player the chance or opening to counter your character's actions in any way, such as always landing a direct hit on someone in a fight. Another way power-gaming can be interpreted is having your character be a professional in any given thing without any prior experience.
What is NLR and what is it's purpose?: The new life rule, which means you cannot return to your death point after a PvP, in place so that you probably don't return to the weaker opponent with tons of OP shiz to end their kill streak.
Please describe the difference between OOC (out of character) and IC (in character): Out of Character relates to what you as a person says to another person directly. Information here is not to be taken out of OOC. In Character is the actions concerning your character (literally in the name, brah) that advances the plot and actually makes the story.
Have you ever been banned before? If so why?: Nope, not even on previous Minecraft servers. Well, to tell the truth maybe I was banned from Club Penguin when I was like, I dunno, nine?, for saying "hold dow **** 2 make a big lettr" (meaning "shift") or something like that.
Why do you want to join us?: I never see any good sci-fi RP servers.... When I do, they're all dead. Plus, this is my safety net if my main, most favorite server dies in the few shortcoming days that will come... Apologies if I am a bit inactive here, because I'm currently part of the team on said server I'm mentioning.
IC Information --
Character name: Nehsuno (Neh-soo-no)
Faction: Darudian Inhabitant
Age: 26
Race: Gekia
Gender: Female
Personality: Nehsuno is more often than not a silent observer of any situation, prefering to keep calm and within her thoughts. As a result of her travels with her nomadic clan in the past, she has a somewhat basic knowledge of the cultures and traditions of many things. That which makes her milky eyes sparkle is the very sight of treasure or valuable artifacts, making it her life goal to explore everything Darude has to offer her. While she can be brave and bold in her expeditions, it is her fear of the injust and sinful that will hold her strength back. It is also her fear of harming another living soul that shows a similar level of intelligence to her own that causes her to be more along the lines of a pushover.
Appearance: Standing at 5'10", Nehsuno appears as a dark blue, rough scaled Gekia with many sharp spikes of an icy blue-ish hue jutting out of her back and tail. On her head she bares horns that share the same coloration as her spikes. Odd enough for a Gekia, her tail has a resemblance to that of a scorpion's. Her frontal area is plated with much more softer and smoother icy blue scales that serve the purpose of being a rather exposed target of weakness. Nehsuno's snout is also rather flat and small, barely big or powerful enough to crush the bones in a human leg. Her eyes are a milky lavendar color and don't seem to intimidate. Due to her coloration, it is not very difficult to distinguish Neshuno from the light sands that coat Darude. She makes up for this weakness with her speed and cover in the shadows. ((For the appearance, I can add a picture if you want.))
Extra: Uhhhh I dunno. Sorry if any of this seems a bit blah, it is 5 AM and I cannot sleep.
Backstory: Nehsuno had been born to a family of nomadic Gekia, bent upon a quest to find land that would be plentiful for generations to come. They had not traveled alone, for many Gekia surrounded the family as members of a clan. From place to place they traveled, even through the harsh Darude sandstorms that tried to push them back from lands they had long left behind. In all of these places, the Gekia clan gathered information concerning culture, food, land, and most importantly....treasure.
In the mind of a young Gekia, stories of treasure and exploration in unmarked territory fascinated Nehsuno. After years of just being one with the clan, Nehsuno had decided it upon herself to hunt for these far more interesting treasures. Once she had reached a mature age, the Gekia set off on her own journey, her own adventure. To be the greatest treasure hunter there was.
At one point of her life, Nehsuno happened open a diamond that reflected the burning light of the sun in her milky eyes while tunneling through the deserts. Amazed by her find, Nehsuno took the diamond to a nearby town's marketplace to see if it had any worth. By the end of the day, she could not find but a single buyer... She couldn't blame them, for who would want to buy such a small diamond? That was, until, she met a man with a scarf made of red tied around his throat. She greated the man with kindness, offering her diamond to him by holding it out in front of her possible buyer. In such a sudden movement, the man had swiped the diamond out of her claws and fled from the scene.
A thief! Nehsuno had to act quickly! That was her diamond... Her treasure! And she needed it...she needed it back... She gave chase, eventually pouncing on the man... A big mistake... Her leap caused the man to slam his head hard into the sandstone, cracking open his skull. Never before...had she seen so much blood. The shouts of merchants snapped her out of her horrified daze. She lept from the man's fresh corpse and into the darkened alleyways, using the shadows to hide away. At that point, all she knew was that she must run... She must run...
Days passed... She was tired of running... She killed a man... A man who stole her treasure out of greed... Why... Why did he do it...? Why did she kill him?! Lost and confused, Nehsuno trudged on, hoping to find reason for these acts of greed.
((Note: I am posting my application here because of a problem I encountered on the website. I signed up under the name of Cyshadichu and went to my email to confirm, but the email link does not work. 404 error.))
OOC:
IGN: Cyshadichu RP Experience: I have roleplayed quite a bunch, but not that much on Minecraft. I have played roles in being animals, dragons, humans, and made up creatures. Long before I discovered roleplaying in game, I mostly roleplayed on forums that required being both literate and fair. I have also LARPed with a few “friends” when it was considered cool in my area. I have roleplayed on a Minecraft server named Asmalur, as well. Age: Fifteen-years-old Location: United States of ‘Murica, Pacific Standard Time Previous Bans: N/A
IRP:
Name: Gladys Conrye
Age: 20
Skills: Acrobatics, keen eye, and advanced/tactical thinking.
Appearance:
A young woman with long, platinum blonde hair and childish, green-blue-ish eyes. She stands at a tall 5’11”, or 180.34 cm, and weighs 136 pounds. Her skin tone is rather pale. Gladys is seen commonly wearing a purple and grey dress that flows with such ease though somewhat limits her agility, brown leather gloves with holes that expose her fingers, a brown scarf (when the server updates to the version with the two-layered skins, you’ll see it), and knee-high brown boots.
Character Race: Human
Desire/Goal in life: To bring justice to those who cannot defend themselves.
Background: Gladys Conrye was born to the unmarried couple Mimsey Conrye, a poor housemaid of the lower class district in Kaeiyr, and Prof. Lee Bastrick, a rich scientist of the Inner City of Kaeiyr. Lee and Mimsey had met at a young age and fallen in love almost instantly. Prof. Bastrick’s family refused to let their son marry someone of Mimsey’s status, so they were limited to only meeting in secret. Gladys grew up in her mother’s custody, only making few visits to her father when she had the chance. Despite living with her mother, Gladys was always closer to her father. She found interest in his work and valued knowledge above all. Even though she desired a career in science, she could never pursue it given her mother’s poverty. By the age of eleven-years, Gladys had to help her poor mother with work, such as garden work, cleaning, cooking, sewing, and taking care of children. She never really found happiness in such a lifestyle.
When Gladys was thirteen-years-old, her mother told Gladys that in order to get a better life for herself, she had to try and clean up her appearance and meet men of the Inner City to marry. Not really interested with the idea, Gladys instead made trips to her father’s laboratories, where she tried to assist him in his work. Her father turned down her offers and told her to just go out and socialize with the people of the city. So Gladys gave up and made her way back to the lower class district. Suddenly, she came across a group of teenagers who were running around in the streets, jumping from building to building, and climbing along the walls. She was fascinated by their acrobatic skills and gave chase to them, wanting to know who they were and what they were doing. The teenagers eventually stopped in an alleyway. They were gathered in a circle, exchanging fruits, when Gladys came upon them. Many of them introduced themselves with hostile stares. The supposed leader of the gang, Eve Blackbird, greeted Gladys with a kind attitude, tossing her an apple. She invited Gladys to join them, promising to teach her their skills as long as she brought one piece of fruit to every meeting. It didn’t matter if she stole it or not. Gladys had learned many things from the group on several of their runs (acrobatics, stealth, and small dagger combat for when they need to get out of a situation). She soon grew to value them as family and shared their same enjoyment of just freely running around.
Several years later, when Gladys had turned eighteen-years-old, she had practically mastered the arts of acrobatics with the gang of teenagers known as the Fruitbats. The leader Eve had left the group to marry someone who she had met within the Middle City, with a cruel boy named William Neyley replacing her. He wanted to reform the group into his own image, this time requesting that all members steal five pieces of food for every meeting. Very few of the teens dropped out, refusing to commit such a crime on their runs through the city. William was not pleased with their leavings and ordered some of the members to track them down for torture. While Gladys found that this new order was not right, she didn’t want to become a traitor in their eyes. Instead of stealing food from random strangers, she instead secretly took food from her father, hoping that he would never find out.
A year later, William had renamed their group to the Vampirebats, now requesting that meat be stolen as well. Regretfully, Gladys had dashed over to her father’s home to take more food only to be caught red handed. Her father, while angry and disappointed, did not report her to the authorities. Gladys never went to his home again. William was upset with Gladys, calling her a traitor. He ordered that they break Gladys where it hurts. Her family. The teenagers attacked at night, burning down the houses of both her parents (they had found out Prof. Bastrick was her father through William’s confrontation with Gladys not bringing back food). Gladys was with her mother when it happened. She awoke with fire growing all around her. Gladys managed to escape with her mother. It was her mother who had received a severe burning. When her mother was safe, Gladys was struck with the realization that her father was in trouble.
She was too late. When Gladys arrived at her father’s home, there was fire everywhere. She was relieved that her father was still alive. There was disappointment in his eyes. His own daughter had betrayed him for the last time.
The fire had died down the next day. Prof. Bastrick had retrieved Mimsey Conrye and moved to another town with her, leaving Gladys behind. Gladys was ashamed with herself. While those she loved didn’t die, they had been given something far worse. A daughter who was a disgrace to the family. Gladys left the group of teenagers, focusing all her time on picking up her mother’s work. By now, she had developed great discomfort in fire and found security in the darkness, where she could hide in her shame. No matter how hard she tried, Gladys could not shake the guilt. She felt worthless. A waste…
When Gladys was twenty-years-old, she was still a housemaid with so much depression and fear. She could hardly ever focus. All she felt was pain. One day, one of the children for the people she worked for had gone missing. Something just sparked in Gladys’s mind. She had to find this child. Throughout the morning she kept up with her work, but by night, she searched for the child by jumping around the buildings and peeking through every window. After two days of this behavior, she finally found the child. The young boy was stuck in an alleyway, kept as ransom for his family by three bandits. Gladys didn’t strike immediately. She watched them, surveying the area and the thugs. When she had thought up a plan, she took action. Leaping from building to building, Gladys took out the men and freed the child. She guided him home and disappeared before the family could see her. It was from that day forward that she had found a reason of life again. Doing what she loved by helping others. This had to be her purpose.
Example of Daily Interactions:
NOTE: I didn’t give her a mask on her skin because I was both lazy and I figured I’ll get one from a mob ingame, once they are enabled, that is)
As the night drags on, Gladys stands on top a building, looking down at the marketplace below. She watches them with careful eyes that peek out of the mask that covered her face and bright hair.
She focuses on a suspicious woman walking among the crowd of people within the market. The woman walks up to a young boy, who was purchasing food from a list that is clenched tightly in his fist at the vendor. The woman grabs hold of the boy’s wrist and yanks him away, causing him to drop his food.
“H-Hey!” the boy yells out.
Gladys squints her green eyes at the woman, a river of thoughts flooding her mind. This woman…. She could be the boy’s mother. However, her actions are strange… The boy was most likely sent to purchase groceries. That list is in his hands. And she made him drop that food on the group. His exclamation says it all. This woman is a kidnapper!
She carefully leaps to the next building in hot pursuit of the kidnapper. A smile grows on her face. The kidnapper won’t get away with this.
Cyshadichu you are accepted, i dont see why he wont fit in, just dont do anything too strange))
(( It's because some people may argue, "We live in modern times! Child "slavery"(--I kinda made Nohbdy's backstory seem like child slavery at first--) doesn't exist anymoaar!!11!" But it is very much true. I know so. Glad you peeps do too.
That and I named him Nohbdy. Kehkehkeh... Best way to hide your identity to a cyclopes.))
Sweat ran down Nohbdy's dusty face as he stood over the steel trash can, his sleeves rolled up all the way to his shoulders and his arms buried deep into the bin. He could feel all the slimey, wasted food swirl around as he raked his fingers through the garbage. His field vision was narrow with the mask on. Yet, he never wanted to take it off. The mask had too much of a connection to someone he loved so much as his best friend.
There was nothing he could scavenge out of the trash. Nothing useful, always. He did find quite a fascinating palm-sized plush toy of some weird cat that was yellow in color with red cheeks. The reason why it was thrown away was because it's side was torn and its small body was almost drained of all it's fluff, but of course Nohbdy won't know this. Nohbdy chuckled at it as he held it in his boney fingers. He figured that some little girl had ripped it open by accident and gave it to her mother to fix, only to have her mother abandon the patient by throwing it into the trash. Quite the journey this little one had to go through. It's tail was already missing!
Nohbdy moved away from the trash can and leaned down to set the toy on top of a dying patch of grass that had managed to fight its way through a crack in the concrete. Sad that the grass wouldn't last very long without its proper nutrients and space. Since the little toy and this patch of grass tried to hard to survive, Nohbdy figured that maybe the two belonged to each other. They didn't have necklaces, so maybe they were one of those Glitches he heard about but never once seen for himself. As the young human being straightened himself in an upright standing position, he looked down at the odd couple, starting to question if the relationship between the toy and the patch of grass would even work out. They didn't have necklaces, so they could never, ever be together. That's how the system worked, right? There was no one they belonged with. There could never be that perfect match... These two Glitches....they wouldn't be allowed to ever love each other completely because they weren't made for each other. They were mistakes that were not even supposed to have come into this world. Perhaps this was the reason the little girl had thrown away her toy. Perhaps this was the reason the patch of grass could not be able to break through the concrete and take over. They were nobodies who could not do anything. Nobodies without a life or someone to love.
Nohbdy blinked with no expression shown on his hidden face. He looked down at the two lifeless--one almost without life--things, the toy and the grass, before letting a wide grin form on his face.
"At least they can be worthless together. Not alone now!" he said in a fake, cheerful tone. "They gotta be worth something now. Anyway, I have to go, toy and grass. Bye-bye!"
Nohbdy lifted up his hand to wave goodbye, only to stop and notice how nasty his arm looked. He lifted both hands in the air to examine his own filth, a smile still behind his masked face. It wasn't like Nohbdy cared. His hands always seemed dirty. And this just gave him another reason to clean something, this time being himself.
Why exactly had he been digging through the trash again? Ah, right! It was because he was hungry. Just thinking of food made his stomach groan. In an act of defeat, Nohbdy made up in his mind that he would ask the landlord if he had any lunch to share...again...
He had begun to leave the area, coming closer and closer toward the crowd of people that were too busy going about their daily lives to really notice Nohbdy walking right on by. All they could note about him was two factors: that he stinked and wore a weird mask. Nothing more, nothing less. Nohbdy was of no concern to them.
Nohbdy continued on his walk, knowing the way back to the crummy apartment room as if it were the back of his hand. Soon the mass of people began to fade back into emptiness as Nohbdy walked along his route.
(Most important part to interact with players right here.)
And then he stopped. For what reason? Why, there was a plane far out into the distance (that's assuming that this RP takes place in Manhattan). It was either people coming to visit this very city or leave it all behind to go off on a new journey. He could never tell, for he didn't know which direction the airport was in. Nohbdy took his glance away from the sky and looked all around his surroundings. There was a rather isolated warehouse to his right. He fully turned his body to the side so he could look over it. There were some men standing around it, as if they were guards. This was not a new occurrence to Nohbdy. He had seen men standing around there for who-knows-what on random days. What was peculiar was the "sports" car driving around to the rear side of the building. Nohbdy blinked, puzzled by the contrast of the two main focuses on his mind [the warehouse and the car]. Maybe inside that warehouse was a car dealership that was for super fancy cars.
(( If this character doesn't seem very fitting to your current plot, I will make another. ))
Name: Nohbdy
Nick Name: Noah (This is the name he would introduce himself with.)
Age: He doesn't keep track anymore, but he's more along the lines of 16-18
Gender: Male
Appearance: He wears a dirty mask most of the time, but his face is not unknown.
This but more messy and eh. It is a loose fit on his head. It really isn't a mask, but I'm calling it that.
His real appearance. But more dirty and unkept.
Necklace: Nohbdy can be considered a glitch, for he was never given a necklace of his own. He instead wears his deceased mother's necklace (Not sure if that still works, since she's dead and all. I would think that her "record" is on the necklace and it would be inactive).
Personality: Nohbdy is a curious soul, one who would ask question upon question. Since he did not technically receive a proper education, he is rather limited in his intelligence and fails to understand some concepts. He is very determined and will do his best to complete every task assigned to him. He is also rather friendly and open to others, not finding it really necessary to keep any secrets (so don't tell him stuff unless you don't mind it being spread around). Nohbdy still has a strong sense of loyalty and will not betray his best friends. Many times he craves attention and will offer his assistance to anyone in order to keep himself entertained. One could say he is an optimist, always seeming to have a happy or calm expression on his face and positive view on every situation despite his real inner emotions. Sometimes he has his moments when he becomes random and wants to have fun, often annoying others even when they begin to express anger. He does not yet understand the meaning of love and often questions his own purpose.
He likes to play childish games, read easy books about adventure, and learn.
He is alright with trash and living in horrible surroundings, knowing in his mind that he could always clean it.
He dislikes being a disappointment and failure.
Biography:
She was lost in lust for a man who was a stranger to her. He was not the match for her. He could never be. The woman thought nothing of the Love-Line system, believing that she could find true love on her own. She was very much wrong... The man she thought she had loved found his own match according to the charm on his necklace and left her, just like that. All of it happened so quickly that she had no idea what to think of it. The only concern on her mind was what she would do with her unborn child...
Eventually, she gave birth to a fragile, little boy. Without the man in her life, she had found someone to love more than anything. Though, something wasn't right... The woman had paid to give birth in an independent hospital that was really someone's home. As it turned out, this "hospital" was one not to be trusted. She was told that if she paid almost all of her money and gave them her necklace that her child would receive the best hospital treatment they could ever offer. They promised to file in with the government the birth of her child and give him the most beautiful necklace ever that would lead to his most perfect woman in the future. Of course, it was hard for her to deny their scam. She had no idea what their true intentions were. As she laid on a white bed, she waited to hear the news of how her child was being taken care of. A nurse came into her room, lying to her that the baby had died. The woman could not handle the news. She refused to move from the bed, causing the nurse to force her out of the small building. The woman, feeling as if she now had nothing, committed suicide a few days later.
What had become of her child? The Sagi family who lived in the hospital-house apparently had this whole brilliant scheme thought of years ago. They had a plan to scam foolish women into giving them their hard earned cash and precious necklace. They pocketed the money for themselves and either sold the necklace on the blackmarket or gave the necklace to the newborn baby and raised it to be sold to wealthy families as a "servant" (a child slave, basically). This particular baby that they had just taken from the gullible woman was to be given his mother's necklace and be trained by their other division of the cruel business.
The child had been named Nohbdy. He was never told about his mother and only taught to clean, cook, and do many other things. All the other few children in the other division hated the work and cried all day and night. Though not Nohbdy. As he grew up, he longed to be a "servant" and couldn't wait for the day when he would be the one to join a family that he could call his own.
When Nohbdy had reached the tender age of twelve, he was sold off to the Pincher family who lived in a manor on the outskirts of the city, in the mountains. The family consisted of two adults, a husband and a wife, and their five children. Three of them were in their late teens, almost ready to pursue their own careers. One child, a girl was Nohbdy's age. The last child was merely a toddler.
Nohbdy was determined to meet all the demands that the family gave him. He worked alongside three other older servants (they were paid for their services, but not Nohbdy), who were happy to have a newcomer lighten their workload. Everyone didn't think much of Nohbdy. In fact, they thought of Nohbdy as a...nobody. Just a child who was there to work for them. As time dragged on, the girl who was Nohbdy's age began to question his presence in the manor. She started to follow Nohbdy around and wanted to become friends with him. Her name was Melody; she had beautiful red curly hair and a small figure. Her necklace was of a crimson tree with clear jewels that looked like flowers on the end of each branch. Nohbdy, never having a friend before, didn't know how to act around her. He knew that he had to just serve and ignore her...but he found it hard to do so.
After about a year of this awkward relationship, Nohbdy and Melody became good friends once they got to know each other better. It was Melody who begun their friendship. Nohbdy came to be more open and friendly because of her. Whenever he had no work to do, the two of them would find something to do together. Melody was a rather creative person who liked to make costumes and sculptures. One day, she made two identical masks of a fluffy creature with an exposed skull. She gave one to Nohbdy and kept the other for herself. Together, they created a story for their characters. There was never a dull moment between the two friends. Everyday was filled with laughter and fun.
When Melody and Nohbdy had both turned fifteen, it was discovered that Mrs. Pincher was killed in a car accident. The three oldest children didn't care about her passing very much and had already moved out of the household. Only Melody, Mr. Pincher, and the toddler (now a young child) were left to cry in their own sorrows. The servants knew their own boundaries and didn't step up to comfort the family. Nohbdy, however, was the first person to be there for Melody. He was there to give her a tissue for her tears and a shoulder to cry on. With a smile, Nohbdy told Melody that there would be some sad nights alone, but all they had to do was continue life with bright smiles on their face. The girl flushed pink with joy and loved that Nohbdy was there to support her. From that day forward, she gave him the nickname, "Noah", finding it more suiting for her best friend.
Then came the worst day ever in Nohbdy's life. He and Melody were both sixteen-and-a-half that year. They were outside in the mountains, wearing their masks that they had not worn in a while. Nohbdy had suggested the idea that they make up a story of two creatures fighting over a precious stone. Melody was very willing to play through with the story, and so they did. They were playing among the higher rocks that came out the side of the mountain. Caught up in the heat of the moment, Melody pushed Nohbdy forward, causing him to fall over and almost roll all the way downhill to the sharper rocks below. The girl instantly panicked, not noticing that Nohbdy was alright and went to help him get back to his feet. As she scurried down to meet with him, Nohbdy yelled to her that he could back up on his own. This surprised Melody and caused her to lose her footing, causing her to tumble down and pass right by Nohbdy. He instantly tore the mask off his head, setting it down gently on a rock, and ran down carefully in an attempt catch her.
He didn't make it in time. Melody rolled down the mountain side awkwardly, landing on her limbs in all the wrong ways. She couldn't catch herself and continued to tumble down until she reached the sharp, piercing rocks... Nohbdy cautiously approached the sharp rocks, scanning up and down for his friend. And there he found her. A sharp rock pierced into her arm. Melody screamed in pain, tears running down her face like a river. Nohbdy stood there, staring at her bloody arm and her pained face with a blank expression. He couldn't do anything. He didn't want to. And so he stood there, doing nothing.
Melody's screams made everyone in the Pincher household come running. They removed her from the rock and bandaged up her arm temporarily until they could get her to the hospital. Mr. Pincher noticed that Nohbdy did nothing when his daughter was clearly in pain. He grew angry and called the boy to come to his office room and have a discussion with him. Nohbdy went back up the mountain to retrieve his mask and put it back on once he got to it. He looked down and watched as the servants took the still crying Melody into the manor with them.
Once Melody was off to hospital with two of the servants, Nohbdy met with Mr. Pincher, refusing to remove the mask. The man was red with anger and screamed at how irresponsible the boy had been. In truth, he didn't really like Nohbdy from the start, for he was almost always seen with his daughter and stopped her from growing to be more mature. Mr. Pincher did not listen to Nohbdy's excuse. He requested that Nohbdy be taken away from the manor and left on the streets where he would belong. The boy did not protest, as he had came to the belief that Melody's injury was all his fault.
Nohbdy was gone by the time Melody returned from the hospital with a cast around her left leg, right arm (that was pierced with the rock), and her neck. She asked where he was and said that she had something to tell him. Her father lied, telling her that Nohbdy wanted to leave because the boy hoped that she would never recover for he found Melody very annoying. And that knowing that her wounds weren't very serious and that she would return, Nohbdy requested that he leave and go back to where he belonged. Melody could not believe it at first. But then she came to the reasoning that her father would never lie to her... She ran to her room and cried the rest of the night away.
In the meantime, Nohbdy was left to wonder among the streets. He still wore the mask... In his mind, he decided that he would never return to the manor nor go near Melody's school (he didn't attend school himself). So he continued to walk aimlessly, thoughts rushing in and out of his head in an instant. He paused for a moment, trying to find the brighter side to his current situation. Nohbdy smiled underneath the mask and told himself that everything was alright and that he was fine; he was lying to himself.
After much time had passed, Nohbdy discovered his own way of living. He got a job at a large department store, being the one to stock the shelves, run some errands, and clean up the aisles. He used to live behind a dumpster that he had made to be more homey until he had earned enough to rent a very disgusting apartment room at a super cheap price. Though he can barely afford food or clothing and still digs through the trash, he does everything with a wide smile hidden behind his mask.
Other: I'm wondering if glitches have their own hidden Love-Line. I'm guessing one reason people can be considered a glitch is if they were never given a necklace at birth.
((As long as it still somewhat represents from your last roleplay(not complete overhaul) and still follows the rules.))
((It's kinda like how they reboot Spyro but not as much. I just made the character less confusing than it already is. Unless changing the last name is a big deal. I'll be thinking of an app soon.))
((Could I possibly apply a character that I improved upon from an old roleplay that wasn't on the Minecraft forums? By improved, I mean I made their bio make more sense, their character more understandable, and overall "better" in varying fields. I haven't had a chance to place this different version of my character, though...))
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One of the most important things of note: the backstory. In all the lands of Saphriel, the Pact war revenged both major cities and small villages, so we would appreciate it if you incorporate our lore more into how Chi and her late family were affected by it. Furthermore, your backstory is rather short with many of the details skipped over, such as how her mother died, how she killed the overlord (let alone how her moral standards would lead to such an act), and her experiences with the monks she met along her way. We really don't see much of herself as an individual, nor do we know much on how she became ill after the "misuse of her own trades". Overall, her biography needs a lot more fleshing out.
On the Realm of Saphriel, all characters from new players and old will not be allowed to start off with an advantage over others, with everyone starting off on equal grounds. Your character is mentioned as being an upper-class merchant, but you won't be allowed to start off with any items that would give them a significant advantage (you may have small sentiments, but no item will be provided for it). Those who donate or gain Player+ on our server will be allowed to request minor lored items later on! So your character would not have ready access to poisons or anything of value to sell to fit her merchant theme.
As for your magic biography, it is...
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Your biography doesn't fit what we are looking for, as we want it to be written as more a backstory than an explanation that only tells, but doesn't show. Three paragraphs are required as well. Our system of magic also has no strict spells and is a bit more freeform within its limits, of which you don't seem to have a completely understood grasp of. There is no "exchange or bind" nor are there typically "another source of power", and mages do not depend on "life pools" but rather the energy channeled in one's self through trinkets. You can find more information on the Enjin forums in our rules and lore pages for magic.
As well as this, I feel that you should clarify more on how your character would react when given a weak trinket of telekinesis and the limits they would face when practicing with it for the first time.
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Minecraft IGN: Cyshadichu
Skype name (Optional, for server OOC chat): cyshadichu (pretty much the same name for everything)
Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example?: You can say my whole life has centered around roleplay. I’ve rp’d on forums, several Minecraft servers (featuring Asmalur and Alvaeron, the most prominent ones), D&D, LARP, Skype, text message, and various other mediums. Minecraft, however, has been the most enjoyable platform for roleplaying by far.
Define Power-gaming in your own words: Power-gaming refers to giving oneself an unfair advantage without logical or considerate means. Examples of this include: controlling another character’s reaction, bending the rules and limitations in one’s favor, not giving an opponent an opportunity to react, and overpowering your character without roleplay reason or development.
Define Meta-gaming in your own words: Meta-gaming refers to taking information out of character and applying it in character; essentially, it’s granting knowledge to one’s own character that they should not have any logical reason to know. Example include: taking info off of character profiles, taking research off the internet and instantly knowing the information [rather than taking time to have your character emote their pursuit of knowledge], and alerting friends/people OOCly to find/save you from a situation.
Define Role-Playing in your own words: Roleplaying, RP as it is commonly abbreviated, is the act of assuming a role/character with a fictional world. Nearly all video games incorporate a form of roleplaying by placing players in the perspective of a predetermined character or personalized avatar. Roleplay often brings creative minds together to write and worldbuild in tangent in order to create a story, and better yet, an experience.
Character name: “Keletheryl” (real name is Gregory Black)
Character race: Human
Character gender: Male
Character age: 11, child
Character occupation: Technically N/A, as he is still a child and not employed in any set occupation. He has, however, been introduced to the basic training that comes with apprenticeship as a pageboy that would later lead on to being squire, but his experience has only thus far reached the early stages of servanthood and light sparring. Although being a child, Keletheryl still displays skill in managing survival on his own and would have generally taken to small, menial tasks and favors with little pay just to persist living. His behavior can be found quite entertaining (or pitiful) at times, allowing him to thrive off the occasional good nature in people.
Character description:
Standing at 4’11” and equipped with a youthful audacity within his blue eyes, Keletheryl normally appears as a naïve and energetic child. Despite his efforts to maintain good hygiene, his unkempt brown hair and loose clothing imply that Keletheryl is not an entirely tidy individual. His clothing and aged, grey boots all seem too many sizes too big for him, allowing for more growth as he ages. He seems to sport a childish habit to play pretend, with his mannerisms supported with a “costume”, which consist of a black blanket with golden colored stripes worn much like a cloak—Cape of Destiny, as he calls it—and a white, flat leather mask that lacks facial features; a rather eerie feature of this mask are the reddish-brown stains that stream down from the eye sockets, a dark contrast to the stark white of the plain design.
His slender and underdeveloped build clearly present his young age—the thin and slightly boney stature with extremely pale skin implying malnourishment. While lacking in muscle mass, Keletheryl manages his survival with decent strength fueled by optimistic determination. In most situations, he favors agility over brute strength and is well accustomed to dashing around in spurts of energy. Even though his attire often hinders his mobility, Keletheryl insists on wearing his “costume”. To logically hold all his belongings, Keletheryl possesses a sturdy, brown pack—common equipment for an adventuring spirit.
Character personality and traits:
If there were to be one word to describe Keletheryl, that word would be c̶h̶u̶u̶n̶i̶b̶y̶o̶u̶ “quirky”. His manner of going about things is often immature and exceedingly hyper. One of the most prominent aspects of his personality, that of which being his excessive imagination, leads him to believe what is arguably a delusional perception of the world and himself. Often does he address people and mundane objects by made up titles and mixed in phrases from other languages in an attempt to drag them down into such delusions. Though habitually making claims of demon spores and possessing the powers of a supposed “fallen angel”, Keletheryl appears pretty harmless and rarely engages in combat. While mostly seen as childish and delusional, Keletheryl infrequently passes a hint that suggests that he knows a lot more than what he originally lets on. One may consider that his fantasy may be a mere game of “pretend” to cope with fear and a constantly over-paranoid state of mind. Upon being seriously questioned about the severity of his delusions, Keletheryl would insist that the images, thoughts, and senses that haunt him and cause him to sputter out nonsensical ramblings are all just the work of an overactive, youthful mind.
As far as Keletheryl’s intelligence goes is highly up to debate. His experience of the world seems quite limited without an adult understanding of life, and his perspective can be easily swayed, especially by those who play along with his games. However, few instances show that Keletheryl has a deep love for literature. Books, poetry, plays, short tales, studying, acting… name it all and most likely Keletheryl will have a heyday. With his vocabulary actually being quite extensive, if not a little pretentious, it doesn’t strike as much of a shocker. He’ll often incorporate uncommon phrases and terms into his unique vocabulary, whether or not it actually makes any sense. Sometimes he would jumble up his words and create obscure slurs to accompany his unconventional and dramatic manner of speaking (thee, thou, thy, hath, etc.).
Typically, Keletheryl would speak out with a loud and dramatic projection. Yet, in spite of his bold façade, the boy still possesses shy and slightly introverted characteristics. Every so often he won’t be the first to speak, preferring to stick in the background and watch the world move on without him. Sometimes he’ll stand outside someone’s window or even trespass upon property just to amuse his curiosity and interest in “the mortal realm”, showing the more questionable side of his sense of morality that defines him. When he knows he can do nothing to stop a fight or other sort of conflict, he’ll find himself just watching rather than helping. Surviving often does not allow one to be completely selfless and morally upright, resulting in Keletheryl’s resort to petty thievery if his life depended on it. While he’ll mostly only pursue food, the boy is no stranger to taking random, interesting (at least, in his perspective they are significant) objects should the opportunity present itself. In spite of his manners and sporadic cruelty, Keletheryl attempts to overall present himself as a “good” person.
Character biography: (( The first part is written more clearly and is meant to describe the actions of the family, while the second and third halves are written to be more quick and vague within Keletheryl’s persepctive. Otherwise, this will take foreverrrrr to readdd if I made it too long… If you prefer that I remain consistent and write the biography in a specific way (straight chronological, story, the creepy second person style, etc), do say and I’ll change it))
Part 1
Winter, a few years before the war between the Pact and the Alliance came to its end… The child had been born to the noble family of Black, which had come down to its last, very few members over the course of time. Those early years, the child was welcomed into a world that would soon be set upon recovery once the war had met its conclusion. Garrett Black, the father, had served with the Alliance as a knight before a crippling injury to his left leg dismissed him to return home to his dear wife Madeline. In the years before Garrett’s return to the household, Madeline had been cared for by the servants of House Black, due to being affected by a peculiar condition earlier on in her life. Often would she speak to walls and portraits, with claims that she heard the voices of heaven and hell in her walks within the gardens. Rumor had spread back then that her mother, an illusionist mage, had cursed her daughter into such a state by overexerting her magical proficiency during pregnancy. Her weak body gave out and withered away at Madeline’s birth, leaving Madeline with her only surviving family member, her aunt Gertrude, to raise her. Despite her condition and the judgement she faced against those that believed her to be crazy, Madeline managed a relatively normal life, having become a nurse for wounded soldiers during the long and bloody war. It was in a nursing tent that she had met her husband, whom showed unconditional love towards her and accepted the oddities within her behavior. They had married in the summer and one day decided to pass on the Black family legacy before Garrett left once more to aid the war effort.
While the family did indeed feel blessed to birth a seemingly healthy child, Madeline’s condition only worsened as she aged. It initially started as a forgetful neglect of her baby before progressing into a deep depression. Concerned for his wife, Garrett employed a nurse maid to take care of the infant while he, himself, endorsed all his time towards improving Madeline’s mental state. Slowly, her behavior had begun its shift. Garrett and the servants thought the only logical reason for her degrading state was that she had felt affected by the war, which had nearly ended and gone into the next phase of demons by the time Madeline’s condition came to its culmination. She had come to obsess over small discrepancies in life, such as a discolored rose or a crooked painting.
She doesn’t need you.
The worse of her condition led her to believe that her own child was the spawn of a demon. The delusion came suddenly on a spring’s night, when Madeline had asked to see her child. She was smiling for the first time in months, her hollow face filling with color on that day. That whole day, she loved her child. She cradled him, sang, and told her stories of her own mother, showing the child the hand mirror her mother had left for her. Nobody knew what caused Madeline to turn that miracle of a day into a nightmarish memory. Before the sun began to sink down into the hills, Madeline’s screams echoed throughout the household. Garrett limped to the nursery, nearly dropping his cane in his hurry, to find Madeline’s hands around their son’s neck. She shrieked, thrashed, and cried while her son was on the verge of dying by her own hands. The crippled man managed to separate Madeline from their child with the help of the nurse. As soon as his wife was brought back to the master bedroom, Garrett moved back towards the nursery to check on his son. On his way, he came across a shattered hand mirror, which had been thrown out into the hallway. Garrett immediately recognized it—the mirror from Madeline’s mother—and leaned down to pick it up and return it to his wife, forgetting about his young boy within that moment.
You don’t need them.
The nurse read a book to the gasping child in bed on that night, sharing the story of an eccentric adventurer named Keletheryl. The story was written in a mix of common and—oh dear. At one point, the child started to cry, prompting the nurse to give them a soothing hug.
“What’s wrong, mon enfant?” she asked calmly, hand delicately moving to straighten the pillow for the poor kid’s neck.
You said you weren’t happy.
“Do not fret about that, mon enfant… Just.. be someone’s who’s happy, yes? Don’t worry anymore, little Gregory… Your mother.. she… she just has an interesting condition. She still loves you, mon enfant… She loves you very much.”
With the opening of the portals that unleashed the demons upon the realm of Saphriel, Garrett had begun to worry about how his boy would train under a knight’s apprenticeship, since he had been disabled and thus unable to carry about teachings and demonstrations for his own son. With Madeline’s condition, his schedule was far too busy to ever have time for the child. Still wanting the best for his son, Garrett sent a letter to a former acquaintance of his, asking if they would take on the child for an apprenticeship as a servant and later a squire. With his old friend’s agreement, it was decided that the child would leave home and live in Sir Lysanthur’s keep for his training at the age of seven. The years seemed too few to count by then, but Garrett worried more for his wife than he did for the child….
Part 2
“Aren’t you excited, G̼̻̗̮̭̗̎̎̌̓ͪý̝̮̦̯̼͔̘͎͑̓̅̒̈́͘͞r̡̯ͫ̒͗̃ͤͥe̴̢̫̱̝̹͔̳̺̖̋̔ͥo̴̰̟̹̺̩ͮ̏ͪͧ̋͒ͬ͟g̢͈̝̟̯̠̎ͭ̔̆̊̀̕r̴̭͍ͯͫ̓̽̽͐̂͟?My little boy is growing up too fast already! You’re going to be a noble knight one of these days!”
Put down that book, give the nurse a joyful grin. Leap from your seat and give her a big hug!
“I’ll miss youuuu!”
Yet, if you lose a grasp on real life in this fabricated world, you might never return. It can’t be that bad, right? It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.
Pace down those large, empty halls. Let your imagination dance.
The Black Knight of Nights threw his torn hood over his head as he continued down the corridor. His mind clouded with thoughts of the recent battle, where blood and limps flew through the savage air. The Angels of Light would soon fall to the hands of Darkness, but now was no time to celebrate. They would not admit defeat that easily…
“Keletheryl!”
“y̢͓̘̻͇̹̏͑ͫ̋ͤͥŗ̵̪̤͍̲͈̱̮̟̓͐̽͒ͯ̎̎ͅe̻͚̼̥̞̋̐̐͢g̶͎͕͓̱ͤ̾͂̍͆̉̾̓̚G̓̔̆̿̂ͦ҉͘͏̝ͅrͦ͗ͥͬ̉ͣͪ̈́͏̗͜ȯ̀͏̴̫̞͔̤̭̗̯̭̩͜!”
“For what reasoning must thou leave this place, when the Darkness must rest their wounds!”
“Where are you going, it’s almost bed time for you!”
“The images of war plague thine own mind, Serpent Servant. I must stroll about the lands, least my strength will always be held.”
“I’m just going to walk aroooounnnnd, pleaaaaaase? I can’t sleeeeep…!”
“Understood, Knight of Nights.”
“Very well, young master G͆̋ͪͨ͆̅̈̔ͤ҉̹̦̼̮̮̭y̪̳̜͓ͯ͒͗͟r̽͆ͯ̐ͤͨ҉̺̥̹̺̹͉͇̕ͅr̸̢̲͈͎͖̯̖͇̜ͦͥͨ͋ͨͩ͋̚̚͞ḛ̗̞ͫ͐͂͗̋̓͢g̢̫̮̀̏ͪ̌͊̒̅ͪ͒o͇ͧ̓̽̿͛.”
The demon flew through the night skies, taking in the chilling air. This world… Soon it would be engulfed in pitch black, and all shall know it was brought about by the power of the Dark. The Black Knight of Nights focused his attention upon the Lake of Resting Spirits and descended quickly to the ground. He stood by the edge of the waters and stared down his reflection. Looking up, he saw the moon and all the stars above.
Imagine a world in complete darkness… A world without the Light… A grin would come upon the dark angel’s face.
“Such beauty in the everlasting night…”
Suddenly, a noise. Bushes rattling, sticks breaking. Turn around and there…
…stood the enemy, an Angel of Light. She smiled at him so calmly and held up her Holy Lamp. Her feathered wings outstretched and surrounded him with blinding light that matched the powerful light from her lamp. The angel’s thin, pale lips opened, and her heavenly voice began to speak…
“H-hi…”
The two of you meet eyes as a silence overcomes you, your faces illuminated by the light of her glass lantern. You recognize her, somewhat, the girl a little older than you from that household your family keeps scowling at. Already you know that your families absolutely hate each other, butting heads constantly as rivals.
But looking at her…
The one you’re supposed to hate…
You’re one in the same.
Light vs. Dark.
Black against White.
And to her, you say, “Hi…”
You like to play with her often.
The Black Knight of Nights and the Chosen One often flew together by the Lake of Spirits. They told their tales of war and shared their spoils amongst each other.
Sometimes she plays the same game.
The angels clashed their blades, evenly matched against each other. The Sword of Cursed Wood and the Sword of Holy Bark. Sparks and spirals of Light and Dark dance around the two in the heat of their intense sparring.
Meeting together in the moonlight. It would be so romantic and cute if you weren’t just a kid stuck in a fantasy. You don’t think anything of it, but you know you like her as your bestest friend!
Why must your families be so torn…?
You don’t ever want to say goodbye to your only friend. You know you’ll have to one of these days, when you have continue on your own path.
Saying goodbye is the hardest…
You need to find a way to stay.
“Keletheryl’s strength hath diminished after this last battle.”
“Aww, poor boy… You just rest tonight, okay? Feel better soon. Remember, you’re going to have to be well and fit if you’re going to be a knight one day! Ohh, I wish you didn’t have to go this week… Might have to stay here for a little while… And you were so excited about it too!”
And then you sneak out.
Just a few more nights.
But one night, you’re caught.
You tell him what you’ve been doing. It’s the only thing you can do.
“Keletheryl, the traitor?! Dancing in the moonlight with an Angel of Light!”
“Nooo, she’s my frienddd!”
“The Darkness dost not associate such relations with the Light! I shall inform the Higher Demons of this! The Black Knight of Nights hath been sneaking out of this Dark Palace, sharing such secrets with the enemy!”
No, they’re going to find out.
The Black Knight of Nights grew cold. Before the older demon could spread out his wings and take off from the cliff…
…your hands push out in front of you.
Down the cliff.
Tumbling down those steps.
Reach the sharp rocks below.
What a horrible crack.
Nobody knows. Nobody. He just fell. He was old.
“Chosen One! I hath decided to fight with you, for the sake of the Light!”
“You need to go back home, y͇̤ͨ̽̀̔͝o̡̪̟̯̼͔̬ͭ͐̇̊ͬ̔̚͘r͔͔͚̠̣ͩͭ͑ͧ̈͂̓̄̊͜r̶̮̞̗̫̩͖ͣ̓ͤͫ̓̋̒͢G̷̴̛̦͚͊̒̆̌ͩg̴̫͇̺̠͌͊͆̚e͇̝̞͎̼̖̦ͭ̍̂́…”
“I do not wish to be one with the Darkness anymore… I wish to be with you!”
“Our families hate each other! Don’t you get it?! We were never supposed to be friends…”
“I-I hath already fought against the Dark. Keletheryl is…a traitor…”
“Thou must go, Black Knight of Nights. Thy can never be one with the Light, nor shall thy live with the Dark once more. Thou must go…”
“I didn’t mean to…”
“The Dark will never forgive thee. Leave, never return. Never let me see thy face again, demon.”
“I’m sorry…”
She gives you her lantern. “That’s enough of this stupid game… Just…grow up…”
They still never found out what you did.
Now you have to leave home. Be a good little boy. Then you’ll be a knight one day.
The Black Knight of Nights was cast out from the Dark in the days that proceeded. The Chosen One sealed away his soul into the Lamp.
That was the end of the Black Knight of Nights.
Grow up, little boy. It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.
Part 3
You can’t keep crying.
You can’t keep denying.
You know what you did.
You demon.
Grow up little boy. Grow up! You have many things to do. Do it for the Keeper! Do it to become a knight!
First minute and you’re too quiet. You put on a smile that hides the horrors within.
But when you’re alone you cry.
Second hour and you’re almost all settled in. He tells you what to do, what to wear, and how to behave with all the others doing the same.
But your nightmares cause you to wet the bed.
Third day and you've been scolded. You don’t tell them all why you’re so scared of the stairs.
But you know just exactly why.
Stare down at your hands. Are they covered in blood? They should be, just to show everybody what you did. Guilty… Guilty…! GUILTY!
Why can’t they see that your guilt is eating you? Never forget that crack. Never forget that image.
He doesn’t know why you’re always hiding, always crying, always denying.
“No, I didn’t mean to!”
It’s all routine now.
“Shut up, r̴̛̩̘̜̙̿̑ͫͥ̾͒͒̂ͥ͟g͚̥̹̟̳̜͓̍̓ͨe̢͚͕̤͓̳ͯ̔̎̍̒͊̚y̴̹̥͔̼͉ͭ̎̀ͭ̿͊̀̚ỏ̶̭̀ŗ̧̺̖͙̭̼̮͕̋ͥG̶̏̀ͯͫ̓̂͏̯̜͈, just shut up!”
You’re so annoying that they even try to shove you into a separate room.
Wake up on your bed. Sheets are wet. Eyes are red.
Were you screaming? Did he hear you again?
It’s dark in this room… Let the Light shine..! Take the lantern from the side and let the flames ignite. Hug the Light, cling close, admire how bright…
And fade into memory…
“Keletheryl and Arkaith! The Black Knight of Nights and the Chosen One! An alliance only the Stars hath fabled!”
The Chosen One allowed for an amused smile to form across her face as she watched the Black Knight of Nights cry out to the dark skies above.
“Oh, Black Knight of Nights, must thou speaketh so loudly? I still hath the need to restore my strength after such a battle…”
The demon turned to the angel, his face peeling back to reveal a sharp row of teeth. “Keletheryl can take this vulnerability as a chance to strike and finally extinguish the Light!”
She merely chuckled in response. “Keletheryl is too much of a coward to commit such an act against whom that he considers his acquaintance.”
“N-Nay, the Black Knight of Nights is brave!”
“Heehee… Prove it!”
The Black Knight of Nights’s wings outstretched as he leapt from his position. “I shall prove such bravery with—“
Loud thumping on your door. No, no, he heard you again… Please don’t—
“Ḡ͚͈̯̼͙̾g̴̨̣̼̫ͫ̅̊̃̒ͦ̒̎͂E̳͚͋̓̓͜ṟ̛ͤ͂̀̔̐̎̽̾̇͜O͈̦̅͂͘͘y͍̪͎̠̤͔ͧ̂̊ͯ̓͒́R̰̘̩̺̻͔̯̳̬ͦ̆̾ͬ͐ͪ́͜”
Don’t cry. That only makes him angrier.
But you cry anyway.
The Keeper bursts through the room, a bottle in his hand. You cling tight to that lantern as his arm swings up high.
Good night.
A month and you’re still haunted by your past sins. But you learn to try and hide it. You need to, otherwise they’ll all laugh at you. And then the Keeper will be mad at you. And then your head will hurt again.
Did you wash the clothes yet? Good boy!
Did you help with dinner? Don’t forget your other chores!
Did you practice sword-fighting with the others? You’ll be a true knight one day!
Did you finally stop being a crybaby? No, didn’t think so. Point and laugh at the baby. Now stop crying. Stop crying. Please stop crying now or he’ll—
Alone again. Calm down, soothe your headache. Does it still hurt? Not as much? Good. Pick up your book, let out a sigh, before losing yourself in another world…
The hero turned his body towards the large beast, eyes wide and mouth gapped as the creature let out a terrifying shriek. Its hooved feet scraped against the stone floors in its wild dash towards the man. With his body filled with adrenalin, the hero raised his sword and stood his ground. He searched for any place to swing his sword and end the beast’s rampage once and for all. It all became clear to him as his eyes studied the rippling flesh of the creature’s neck, noting how such an injury would cause the beast to bleed and writ—
Alas, your fantasies are spoiled again. They yank that book out of your hands and tear up the pages in front of you. They just want to see you cry again.
And of course, you do. Silent tears fall on your guilty hands.
You stare at that rat running around the kitchen. It’s your turn to catch it and put it back outside. Set the trap again. Balance a plank over the edge of the table, a piece of cheese at one end, and a bucket underneath it all to catch the rat when it falls! Now to wait a bit. Wait a bit more. Maybe a little bit more… Any day now!
Finally the rat fell for the trap. Looking down into that bucket, you see how vulnerable it is. So much trouble from this small beast.
Then your mind trails back to that story you were reading. The need to finish it eats you alive! Since you can’t read it anymore…why not recreate it?
Take a knife from the kitchen, pull the bucket along outside, put on those gloves and grab the rodent by the throat!
The hero stood before the beast, his sword hovering just over the creature’s neck. He watched it squirm in distress, for it knew that its own end was near. An eager smile grew on the hero’s face as he dragged his sword over the area, letting the beast’s blood pour out onto his hands. The beast choked in agonizing pain before growing limp as life left its beady eyes…
You got in trouble for playing with dead rodents that day. Bad boy.
You went to bed in a bit of a daze with your head throbbing in pain again.
Good night.
Half the year flies by and nothing seems to change. Your bedsheets still stink and tears still fall. If anything changed, maybe it’s that you don’t seem to mind it all as much anymore.
Did you clean the weapons? Make sure not to cut your fingers again next time!
Did you help the Keeper arm himself? Very good, you know your stuff!
Did you make sure to feed the horses? They wanted to say thank you!
Did you finally stop being a coward? No, didn’t think so. The Keeper locked you in the dark room again, because you were too slow to bring him another. It’s dark in here and you’re already begging for him to let you out, but he only calls you a coward. You’ll never be a knight if you’re not brave. Stop crying. Stop. You have no lantern with you to ward off the darkness that surrounds you. Please stop crying for your sake.
Breathing filled my ears, and I knew it wasn’t just mine. I stumbled about blindly in the dark as the breathing grew louder and louder, before turning into an ear-piercing scream. My feet failed me as I tried to make my escape. I fell against the door, heavy gasps of air leaving my lungs. I pounded against the locked door with aching fists. In that moment, I wanted to get up and fight against the other presence in the room, but all I could do was sob and plead for the door to open. And to my surprise, the door swung open. Light poured into the room as I looked up at whom I believed to be my savior…before I realized it was my damnation.
You remember curling up on the floor. His stinging breath of fire keeps screaming at you, calling you everything you already know you are. You look at them all staring at you with your dizzy eyes. A world that keeps spinning and spinning and spinning…
Good night.
You don’t know this yet, but this is your last year.
Nothing seems to have changed still. Bed still wet. Head still aching. Hands still shaking. Guilt still building. Tears still falling.
Even though it was all a year ago, you still fear the dark. You cling much more tightly to your glass lantern, carrying around the dim light with you nearly everywhere. They mock you for guarding the light with your life. Sometimes they lock you in the dark room again with only your light, leaving you in there until the fire inside finally dies. Then, obviously, you begin to cry.
One time the Keeper pulled you aside. He said he didn’t want to see you crying anymore. You know what happens if he sees you crying. You must hide your face from them all. And you know just how to do it.
A white mask with no expression. It reminds you of the Black Knight of Nights. Behind it you cry silently with renewed confidence! Success! They don’t see you crying! They don’t seem to care about you with the mask on!
You’re smiling on the inside.
Then night falls, ending your successful day. You had a nightmare. Clean the sheets, hurry up, wipe those tears! Put on the mask before anyone sees you cry and light up a candle for your lantern.
You carry the messy sheets over to take them to the washroom, absolutely giddy with newfound strength. Will it finally get better now? After you wash off the sheets, you wrap yourself up in all the thick blankets before heading back to your bed to go sleep.
But turn that corner and face your fears, little boy.
“You’ve been wearing that mask all day. I already told you that you need to grow up.”
It’s the Keeper. You don’t say anything and only hug your lantern tighter.
“Take it off already.”
You don’t. You’re too scared to move. And if he sees you crying now…
“Why aren’t you listening to me?”
You can’t hold back the tears.
“And that damn lantern! Why do you keep carrying it around?”
You’re too choked up to speak.
“You need to grow up, Gregory. It’s been a year already and I’ve had enough of this ********. All this crying and all these fantasies…”
He takes a step closer, reaching out his hand. “Give it to me.”
You shake your head quickly in protest, causing his face to grow more intense.
“What game do you think you’re playing? Give me that bloiting lantern right now!”
When you still hesitate, he rushes at you and takes it forcefully from your grasp. He yanks out the candle and throws it at your feet.
“Now take off that damn mask and go back to your room!”
But you just stand there frozen in fear. Can’t move, can’t do anything. What a coward…
“What did I say?!”
And you only mumble your words. The Keeper tears off the mask from your face and tosses it to the ground, ridding of the barrier between your terrified eyes and his intense glare. He’s angry now. Without his usual choice of weapon, he lifts up his arm and swings the fragile lantern over your head.
Halt the tears that leak from your eyes. Show no weakness.
He hits you again and again with the lantern until the glass cracks.
Rise up off the floor. Be a true brave Knight of Nights.
Even then, he still keeps swinging, shattering it completely. It hurts more when the glass slices through your skull.
Does he want to kill you?
There’s blood on the floor.
You feel like you’re going to die.
The world clouds with black.
This can’t be it, right?
…Right?
The Ousted Knight of Nights hath awoken on the night the Lamp hath shattered. Finally… Finally part of his soul hath been freed…
The demon awakened, stirring suddenly with shards of the Chosen One’s Holy Lamp surrounding his mortal form. He had not been asleep for very long, as the moon still peaked in the dark sky. His fingers dragged through the blood pooled around him, becoming once again familiar with the blood that had been shed in the fields of battle. The fallen angel struggled to his knees, head spinning. It felt as if several, sharp, tiny horns pierced through his skull. He lifted up shaky fingers to run through his mortal head of hair, wincing in pain at every cut. Even if the Ousted Knight of Nights were to fall again from his wounds, he knew what he had to do.
He crawled to the Mask of the Knight’s Sorrow, carefully placing it over his head despite his aching weakness. He dragged his bloody fingers over the mask, creating tear-like stains under the mask’s two black lines. His own human blood continued to steam down his face as his fingers felt around the ground for a big enough shard of glass to hold in his hand before staggering to his feet. The Ousted Knight of Nights leaned heavily against the walls as he moved along in a daze to the beast’s chamber.
Pass by a mirror on your way to bring the Light. You look into your reflection...and all you see is my face. And you embrace it with tears.
At last, the fallen angel’s small child form reached the large doors of the chambers. He pushed at them, letting them creak open for him to slip through. How he hoped that the Keeper inside did not stir at his presence… The Ousted Knight of Nights trudged forwards, wide eyes staring at the beast as it slept. For all these years had it kept him still… All these years that he hated... He came upon the sleeping creature, taking the shard of the Holy Lamp over to the beast’s throat…
Good night.
Epilogue
You shouldn’t have come.
She doesn’t need you.
You don’t need them.
You’ve lived on your own for three years now.
You had to run, live on your own.
You can’t let them know.
…Or you will surely die.
They’ll hang you in the square.
It’s a good day to hide….
Go back and hide!
Hide…
Please give us a short RP response to these two scenarios:
You’re walking around the markets at around noon. There’s a lot of people around you, still gathering their items as they prepare to shut down their many stands. Suddenly you feel a gentle lifting of your coin purse as a child grazes you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.
Keletheryl stood in a trance-like confusion before the realization struck, his heart sinking in his chest. He
removed the mask upon his face and(Keletheryl would never do that, I have no idea why I put that in) stretched out a hand—as if that would help catch the culprit—before he stumbled forward, breaking out into a chase for the other child. Gritting his teeth, Keletheryl charged in pursuit, moving as fast as his heavy legs and tired legs could carry him. After a whole day spent within the market, he had nearly been drained of all his energy. With the circumstances of his situation, a shot of adrenaline re-fueled his body to keep on moving. Neither a shout nor a cry left his throat, as the boy found it best to save his breath for his rival. The experience was all too familiar to him: every man for himself. Though his eyes were locked onto the thief, his mind had drifted elsewhere. He thought of his own sin, the struggle to survive in a corrupted world. Like many others, his being was impure. Would his own dark soul ever meet the wondrous radiance of Light, with the way his mortal life was? Would he ever aid in the—His thoughts were cut short when he ran into a woman packing up her stall. She lectured the boy for a good thirty seconds before Keletheryl exclaimed, “The Ousted Knight of Nights hath a calling to heed! He must suspend thy trial and continue about his quest against the Hands of Sleights!” and ran off once more, only to have lost sight of the child due to the small diversion.
In light of the situation, Keletheryl tightened his fist and struck a dramatic pose amongst his breathless panting. “C-cursess… the… bleh… the Hands of Slights hath bested Keletheryl once againnnn.. Alas, tis indeed a discouragement, but thy dark matter nay shall vanquish the spirit of this mortal entity…!”
You’re heading back to the city through the woods when you hear a whining coming from nearby. Upon further investigation you come across a grey-coloured wolf that appears to have its leg caught in a bear trap. Around it is three smaller lumps of fur, obviously puppies belonging to the trapped mother. Without help, they’ll all die, but wolf skins are quite valuable too, not to mention that the nearby farms suffer quite a bit from the wolf population.
Perhaps it was pity that lead him to act. Having never owned a pet before, Keletheryl found animals to be quite a fascination within the mortal world. Living, yet not what one would automatically define as sentient. Sometimes he thought the birds spoke to him, singing songs to decorate his life with beautiful music. Other times he would play with the rats they had caught in the cellar, using them as a means to create stories and tales about the timid creatures. Yet, a mother wolf and her pups proved to be a far more amusing sight to the young boy. At first, he merely stared. He watched them for quite a time, listening to the lamenting whines that screamed in their throats. The boy knew the situation and understood it well, acknowledging that he had no involvement in the life of the animal. He could have left right then, moved on with his existence, but he didn’t.
It was the pity that caused him to act.
Keletheryl fished inside of his pack for a piece of dry meat and cautiously placed it in front of the pained wolf in an attempt to distract her as he looked over the trap. She averted her attention from the bait at first, stressfully panting as she tried to drag herself away, before giving up and resting her muzzle on her paws. She didn’t even touch the treat. As the boy tried to pry open the trap, the pups kept their distance, sniffing coyly at the air with uncertainty. Every few minutes, the wolf would jolt again in an effort to escape, nipping and thrashing at Keletheryl despite his efforts to help. Eventually, he too gave up, unable to free the wolf on his own.
“I cannot help thee…” he muttered, backing away from the sorrowful sight. Silence overtook him for a moment before his exclamation passed through. “I… Keletheryl shall find another with the capability to bring aid!”
He gave the mother wolf and her puppies a brief, concerned glance before turning towards the town and hurrying off to find anyone that would bother to help the poor things…
Extra notes:
I’ve played this character before on another server, but never achieved a sense of closure with the guy. I hope to be able to play him again, and this time give him more opportunity for advancement whether it be that he becomes an actual knight or an illusionary mage this go around (last time, he became a blacksmith, but that’s a whole other story).
I made drawings (one with the mask, one without): http://imgur.com/a/ax8Sj
Also, it was Thovian who referred me to Saphriel and I’ve become so invested that I read/skimmed over all the posts on the enjin forums. I quite like how everything is fleshed and hear from Thovian that there’s even more to discover on the server! I hope to find myself accepted so that I may explore it myself.
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Magic Biography; Explain the reason you want your character to have magic through backstory application:
Do you remember the mirror?
“My mother… She’d given me this mirror in her will before her passing, Gregory,” Madeline explained to the curious child. Gregory looked up to his mother, an easily awestruck face on his naïve expression. His mother looked back into his wide and amused eyes, her faint smile reforming on her face as she turned the face of the mirror to reflect the both of them. “That’s me… and that’s you…!”
Gregory smiled at the two reflections within the small space and waved his hands at them. “Hi, me! Hi, you!”
“No, no! That’s not their names, that’s us! Silly boy…” Madeline chuckled, her hand moving up to pat the boy’s head. While she smiled for the moment, her expression slowly started to dim. With her eyes trained upon the mirror, she started to space out, her mind turning into sludge. Gregory’s insistent poking failed to break through the barrier that locked up his mother’s consciousness.
“Mommm…?” The boy tilted his head and looked into the mirror when suddenly his mother’s shuddering voice spoke out.
“My mother… she speaks to me sometimes… She tells me—she tells me I am just as powerful as her… I can hear her, right now, yes! She says… she says I should have been the one… I should have received Bothimir’s blessing… I should—I should have!... Me… I could have been special… I could have been like her…”
“I think mommy’s special…” he muttered. No matter how loud he spoke, his mother often didn’t hear him. Not during one of her fits. Gregory’s attention drifted back into the mirror—no, it called for him!—and let his fingers reach out the touch the clean surface of his reflection. The touch made him feel drowsy, sick to the stomach. It was as if the mirror-Gregory drained out all his energy... The urge to yawn built up, yet not even the corners of his lips twitched. He wondered why he felt immensely sluggish all of a sudden. And then a crack in the mirror formed, shattering the image of himself. He blinked slowly and nodded up his head, staring straight across from him to see what looked like a little boy—no, another image of himself appeared in front of him! He looked across and saw himself, as if he were looking through a large mirror that suddenly appeared in front of him. This Gregory, however, didn’t move. It didn’t blink and only stood stationary. Gregory’s jaw dropped and he pointed forward, trying to alert his mother of his new copy.
When she saw it, she screamed. The woman practically threw the child out of her lap and pried the mirror from his hands. She threw it out into the hallway, her panicked breathing never slowing.
“No! It can’t be, can’t be true! NO! NOO! Please, not my son…!”
Gregorry looked up to his mother, his face frozen with terror. “M-momm..?”
“Shhh! SHHH! Do not speak or else the—AAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Madeline grabbed her son by the neck and lifted him up, her breathing growing rapid. “A demon… A-A demon.. hath spawned within mine House of Black… I shall—I SHALL—expell theee…!”
The world around him faded into an ugly black.
How long ago was that?
Keletheryl watched from behind the tree, its bark peeled from years of its service in providing itself as a target for practicers. His eyes were set upon a group of mages, displaying their talent and progress with small tricks from what looked like a variety of jewelry. One of them turned a coin blue, while another made a floating orb of light dance around their small circle.
To Keletheryl, the mere craft amused him, yet it was the display of the illusionist within the group that he felt drawn towards. They created a small image of a bird in their palm, letting their friends see the creation before making it shift into a black cat. His thoughts strayed toward all the fantastical images and projections he could create, his mind racing wild with ideas. A sharp, searing headache drew him out from his thoughts, the sluggish feeling coming over him once more. He looked across at the illusionist’s bracelet, feeling ever more drawn towards the object. For a moment, he thought it was calling him, as if it were leaching away his roaring imagination and pulsating with an ecstatic draw.
In his daze, the magi noticed him staring and turned their gazes to him, calling out to snap him out of his trance. Keletheryl blinked in confusion before slinking back behind the tree and into hiding. As he turned to leave, the longing feeling soon faded away with the distance between him and the trinket. He begun to think of all the things he could do if he could utilize that power that seeped into the trinket, of all the worlds he could create… People would be able to see the things they could never see before, and they could witness the wonder of his constant stream of imagination! They could watch in wonder as his creations put on plays or recited poetry for them, or better yet, witness the glowing radiance of the Light! They could see the angels and the demons, all the demon spores, too! If they didn’t possess the true-sight for it, he could just show them through the illusions he could bend…
Everyone surely would be able to play along better.
Please give an example in your own words describing the limitations placed upon those who use magic:
Magic proves itself to be quite a dangerous and taxing craft to take into practice, requiring extensive training and an appropriate trinket of the precise aspect and power in order properly utilize. The dangers of using a weak trinket for magic beyond what the trinket can handle can often be detrimental towards the user, with either the caster being harmed or the trinket being destroyed in the process; likewise, using a trinket without moderating one’s own abilities can lead to overexertion and completely drain one of energy (sometimes resulting in death!).
Please give a description of the magic system in your own words:
The magic system on Saphriel is presented in a rather unique format, with there being no explicit spells necessary to hone the craft. Instead, the magic system is based upon namely three factors: (1) magic potential, (2) trinkets, (3) experience. While currently unknown how one gains magic potential, it can be speculated that they are born with ability or have been exposed to certain conditions in which their power has become apparent. With the magical potential in mind, mages use trinkets as a medium to channel this potential. Trinkets vary in power levels from weak to divine, with the highest of these tiers being the rarest and most able to allow a mage to perform an extremely powerful feat. As well as this, trinkets denote certain types of aspects that mages may use for a particular type of magic that corresponds with their own specialty (water mages with water aspect trinkets, etc). When a trinket is overloaded with an amount of arcane energy that it cannot contain being channeled throughout it, possible damage can occur, of which either harms the user or the trinket. Mages also must keep in mind their own ability and experience, as they too can tire after overexertion of their power. Thus, the importance of practice and many years of mental training are heavily stressed amongst mages expecting to consider themselves masters within the craft.
You are given a weak trinket of <illusion>, you haven't had much practice with magic yet, but you will try your best. Describe some things you could/would do with this trinket:
Due to Keletheryl’s age and frankly his inexperience with the concept of magic, he would be largely unable to utilize his potential and the trinket’s power to its fullest extent. He would, however, pick up on a vague connection with such a trinket, more so than the many mundane objects he over-exaggerates the value in. Upon letting his mind grind its gears and excite, Keletheryl could possibly unintentionally create a vague image before him of something he is familiar with, yet still find a “fake” kind of quality to the projected illusion (mostly due to the fact that it cannot move and he can’t touch it). With the idea of creating the fantasies within his mind and making them into a reality that everyone can visually see and experience, the boy would attempt to practice more with the weak trinket to create more imagery, further tiring and straining his own mental constitution and possibly even breaking the trinket should he overload the thing. It is quite likely that he would end up severely hurting himself if he were to pursue magic without guidance.
You start with one aspect only. You gain the rest of them (How ever many your race may have) of your own choice through further RP, however you will not be able to attain them immediately.
I’m expecting that this aspect, in this character’s case would be illusion, would be a rather weak and raw form that I would excitably enjoy possibly expanding upon via roleplay. Gives more open possibilities for how this character will develop, but currently, Keletheryl would possess little knowledge about real magic.
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Ingame Username: Cyshadichu
Previous Role Play Experience: I have been roleplaying on forums, in the real world, on Minecraft servers, and various other platforms for quite a few years. At least five.
In your own words define Meta-Gaming: Going beyond your character's experience to receive information that they really shouldn't know. An example of this can be seen when one person reveals a secret concerning their character in OOC, but another player takes that information and makes sure that his/her character spreads out that secret like a bonfire.
In your own words define Power-Gaming: Not giving the other player the chance or opening to counter your character's actions in any way, such as always landing a direct hit on someone in a fight. Another way power-gaming can be interpreted is having your character be a professional in any given thing without any prior experience.
What is NLR and what is it's purpose?: The new life rule, which means you cannot return to your death point after a PvP, in place so that you probably don't return to the weaker opponent with tons of OP shiz to end their kill streak.
Please describe the difference between OOC (out of character) and IC (in character): Out of Character relates to what you as a person says to another person directly. Information here is not to be taken out of OOC. In Character is the actions concerning your character (literally in the name, brah) that advances the plot and actually makes the story.
Have you ever been banned before? If so why?: Nope, not even on previous Minecraft servers. Well, to tell the truth maybe I was banned from Club Penguin when I was like, I dunno, nine?, for saying "hold dow **** 2 make a big lettr" (meaning "shift") or something like that.
Why do you want to join us?: I never see any good sci-fi RP servers.... When I do, they're all dead. Plus, this is my safety net if my main, most favorite server dies in the few shortcoming days that will come... Apologies if I am a bit inactive here, because I'm currently part of the team on said server I'm mentioning.
IC Information --
Character name: Nehsuno (Neh-soo-no)
Faction: Darudian Inhabitant
Age: 26
Race: Gekia
Gender: Female
Personality: Nehsuno is more often than not a silent observer of any situation, prefering to keep calm and within her thoughts. As a result of her travels with her nomadic clan in the past, she has a somewhat basic knowledge of the cultures and traditions of many things. That which makes her milky eyes sparkle is the very sight of treasure or valuable artifacts, making it her life goal to explore everything Darude has to offer her. While she can be brave and bold in her expeditions, it is her fear of the injust and sinful that will hold her strength back. It is also her fear of harming another living soul that shows a similar level of intelligence to her own that causes her to be more along the lines of a pushover.
Appearance: Standing at 5'10", Nehsuno appears as a dark blue, rough scaled Gekia with many sharp spikes of an icy blue-ish hue jutting out of her back and tail. On her head she bares horns that share the same coloration as her spikes. Odd enough for a Gekia, her tail has a resemblance to that of a scorpion's. Her frontal area is plated with much more softer and smoother icy blue scales that serve the purpose of being a rather exposed target of weakness. Nehsuno's snout is also rather flat and small, barely big or powerful enough to crush the bones in a human leg. Her eyes are a milky lavendar color and don't seem to intimidate. Due to her coloration, it is not very difficult to distinguish Neshuno from the light sands that coat Darude. She makes up for this weakness with her speed and cover in the shadows.
((For the appearance, I can add a picture if you want.))
Extra: Uhhhh I dunno. Sorry if any of this seems a bit blah, it is 5 AM and I cannot sleep.
Backstory: Nehsuno had been born to a family of nomadic Gekia, bent upon a quest to find land that would be plentiful for generations to come. They had not traveled alone, for many Gekia surrounded the family as members of a clan. From place to place they traveled, even through the harsh Darude sandstorms that tried to push them back from lands they had long left behind. In all of these places, the Gekia clan gathered information concerning culture, food, land, and most importantly....treasure.
In the mind of a young Gekia, stories of treasure and exploration in unmarked territory fascinated Nehsuno. After years of just being one with the clan, Nehsuno had decided it upon herself to hunt for these far more interesting treasures. Once she had reached a mature age, the Gekia set off on her own journey, her own adventure. To be the greatest treasure hunter there was.
At one point of her life, Nehsuno happened open a diamond that reflected the burning light of the sun in her milky eyes while tunneling through the deserts. Amazed by her find, Nehsuno took the diamond to a nearby town's marketplace to see if it had any worth. By the end of the day, she could not find but a single buyer... She couldn't blame them, for who would want to buy such a small diamond? That was, until, she met a man with a scarf made of red tied around his throat. She greated the man with kindness, offering her diamond to him by holding it out in front of her possible buyer. In such a sudden movement, the man had swiped the diamond out of her claws and fled from the scene.
A thief! Nehsuno had to act quickly! That was her diamond... Her treasure! And she needed it...she needed it back... She gave chase, eventually pouncing on the man... A big mistake... Her leap caused the man to slam his head hard into the sandstone, cracking open his skull. Never before...had she seen so much blood. The shouts of merchants snapped her out of her horrified daze. She lept from the man's fresh corpse and into the darkened alleyways, using the shadows to hide away. At that point, all she knew was that she must run... She must run...
Days passed... She was tired of running... She killed a man... A man who stole her treasure out of greed... Why... Why did he do it...? Why did she kill him?! Lost and confused, Nehsuno trudged on, hoping to find reason for these acts of greed.
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((Uh, ignore me. So sorry! O-o Just being reminded of the past...))
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Thank you very much. ^-^ Can't wait to either have to fix my application or roleplay on the server.
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OOC:
IGN: Cyshadichu
RP Experience: I have roleplayed quite a bunch, but not that much on Minecraft. I have played roles in being animals, dragons, humans, and made up creatures. Long before I discovered roleplaying in game, I mostly roleplayed on forums that required being both literate and fair. I have also LARPed with a few “friends” when it was considered cool in my area. I have roleplayed on a Minecraft server named Asmalur, as well.
Age: Fifteen-years-old
Location: United States of ‘Murica, Pacific Standard Time
Previous Bans: N/A
IRP:
Name: Gladys Conrye
Age: 20
Skills: Acrobatics, keen eye, and advanced/tactical thinking.
Appearance:
A young woman with long, platinum blonde hair and childish, green-blue-ish eyes. She stands at a tall 5’11”, or 180.34 cm, and weighs 136 pounds. Her skin tone is rather pale. Gladys is seen commonly wearing a purple and grey dress that flows with such ease though somewhat limits her agility, brown leather gloves with holes that expose her fingers, a brown scarf (when the server updates to the version with the two-layered skins, you’ll see it), and knee-high brown boots.
Character Race: Human
Desire/Goal in life: To bring justice to those who cannot defend themselves.
Background: Gladys Conrye was born to the unmarried couple Mimsey Conrye, a poor housemaid of the lower class district in Kaeiyr, and Prof. Lee Bastrick, a rich scientist of the Inner City of Kaeiyr. Lee and Mimsey had met at a young age and fallen in love almost instantly. Prof. Bastrick’s family refused to let their son marry someone of Mimsey’s status, so they were limited to only meeting in secret. Gladys grew up in her mother’s custody, only making few visits to her father when she had the chance. Despite living with her mother, Gladys was always closer to her father. She found interest in his work and valued knowledge above all. Even though she desired a career in science, she could never pursue it given her mother’s poverty. By the age of eleven-years, Gladys had to help her poor mother with work, such as garden work, cleaning, cooking, sewing, and taking care of children. She never really found happiness in such a lifestyle.
When Gladys was thirteen-years-old, her mother told Gladys that in order to get a better life for herself, she had to try and clean up her appearance and meet men of the Inner City to marry. Not really interested with the idea, Gladys instead made trips to her father’s laboratories, where she tried to assist him in his work. Her father turned down her offers and told her to just go out and socialize with the people of the city. So Gladys gave up and made her way back to the lower class district. Suddenly, she came across a group of teenagers who were running around in the streets, jumping from building to building, and climbing along the walls. She was fascinated by their acrobatic skills and gave chase to them, wanting to know who they were and what they were doing. The teenagers eventually stopped in an alleyway. They were gathered in a circle, exchanging fruits, when Gladys came upon them. Many of them introduced themselves with hostile stares. The supposed leader of the gang, Eve Blackbird, greeted Gladys with a kind attitude, tossing her an apple. She invited Gladys to join them, promising to teach her their skills as long as she brought one piece of fruit to every meeting. It didn’t matter if she stole it or not. Gladys had learned many things from the group on several of their runs (acrobatics, stealth, and small dagger combat for when they need to get out of a situation). She soon grew to value them as family and shared their same enjoyment of just freely running around.
Several years later, when Gladys had turned eighteen-years-old, she had practically mastered the arts of acrobatics with the gang of teenagers known as the Fruitbats. The leader Eve had left the group to marry someone who she had met within the Middle City, with a cruel boy named William Neyley replacing her. He wanted to reform the group into his own image, this time requesting that all members steal five pieces of food for every meeting. Very few of the teens dropped out, refusing to commit such a crime on their runs through the city. William was not pleased with their leavings and ordered some of the members to track them down for torture. While Gladys found that this new order was not right, she didn’t want to become a traitor in their eyes. Instead of stealing food from random strangers, she instead secretly took food from her father, hoping that he would never find out.
A year later, William had renamed their group to the Vampirebats, now requesting that meat be stolen as well. Regretfully, Gladys had dashed over to her father’s home to take more food only to be caught red handed. Her father, while angry and disappointed, did not report her to the authorities. Gladys never went to his home again. William was upset with Gladys, calling her a traitor. He ordered that they break Gladys where it hurts. Her family. The teenagers attacked at night, burning down the houses of both her parents (they had found out Prof. Bastrick was her father through William’s confrontation with Gladys not bringing back food). Gladys was with her mother when it happened. She awoke with fire growing all around her. Gladys managed to escape with her mother. It was her mother who had received a severe burning. When her mother was safe, Gladys was struck with the realization that her father was in trouble.
She was too late. When Gladys arrived at her father’s home, there was fire everywhere. She was relieved that her father was still alive. There was disappointment in his eyes. His own daughter had betrayed him for the last time.
The fire had died down the next day. Prof. Bastrick had retrieved Mimsey Conrye and moved to another town with her, leaving Gladys behind. Gladys was ashamed with herself. While those she loved didn’t die, they had been given something far worse. A daughter who was a disgrace to the family. Gladys left the group of teenagers, focusing all her time on picking up her mother’s work. By now, she had developed great discomfort in fire and found security in the darkness, where she could hide in her shame. No matter how hard she tried, Gladys could not shake the guilt. She felt worthless. A waste…
When Gladys was twenty-years-old, she was still a housemaid with so much depression and fear. She could hardly ever focus. All she felt was pain. One day, one of the children for the people she worked for had gone missing. Something just sparked in Gladys’s mind. She had to find this child. Throughout the morning she kept up with her work, but by night, she searched for the child by jumping around the buildings and peeking through every window. After two days of this behavior, she finally found the child. The young boy was stuck in an alleyway, kept as ransom for his family by three bandits. Gladys didn’t strike immediately. She watched them, surveying the area and the thugs. When she had thought up a plan, she took action. Leaping from building to building, Gladys took out the men and freed the child. She guided him home and disappeared before the family could see her. It was from that day forward that she had found a reason of life again. Doing what she loved by helping others. This had to be her purpose.
Example of Daily Interactions:
NOTE: I didn’t give her a mask on her skin because I was both lazy and I figured I’ll get one from a mob ingame, once they are enabled, that is)
As the night drags on, Gladys stands on top a building, looking down at the marketplace below. She watches them with careful eyes that peek out of the mask that covered her face and bright hair.
She focuses on a suspicious woman walking among the crowd of people within the market. The woman walks up to a young boy, who was purchasing food from a list that is clenched tightly in his fist at the vendor. The woman grabs hold of the boy’s wrist and yanks him away, causing him to drop his food.
“H-Hey!” the boy yells out.
Gladys squints her green eyes at the woman, a river of thoughts flooding her mind. This woman…. She could be the boy’s mother. However, her actions are strange… The boy was most likely sent to purchase groceries. That list is in his hands. And she made him drop that food on the group. His exclamation says it all. This woman is a kidnapper!
She carefully leaps to the next building in hot pursuit of the kidnapper. A smile grows on her face. The kidnapper won’t get away with this.
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(( It's because some people may argue, "We live in modern times! Child "slavery"(--I kinda made Nohbdy's backstory seem like child slavery at first--) doesn't exist anymoaar!!11!" But it is very much true. I know so. Glad you peeps do too.
That and I named him Nohbdy. Kehkehkeh... Best way to hide your identity to a cyclopes.))
Sweat ran down Nohbdy's dusty face as he stood over the steel trash can, his sleeves rolled up all the way to his shoulders and his arms buried deep into the bin. He could feel all the slimey, wasted food swirl around as he raked his fingers through the garbage. His field vision was narrow with the mask on. Yet, he never wanted to take it off. The mask had too much of a connection to someone he loved so much as his best friend.
There was nothing he could scavenge out of the trash. Nothing useful, always. He did find quite a fascinating palm-sized plush toy of some weird cat that was yellow in color with red cheeks. The reason why it was thrown away was because it's side was torn and its small body was almost drained of all it's fluff, but of course Nohbdy won't know this. Nohbdy chuckled at it as he held it in his boney fingers. He figured that some little girl had ripped it open by accident and gave it to her mother to fix, only to have her mother abandon the patient by throwing it into the trash. Quite the journey this little one had to go through. It's tail was already missing!
Nohbdy moved away from the trash can and leaned down to set the toy on top of a dying patch of grass that had managed to fight its way through a crack in the concrete. Sad that the grass wouldn't last very long without its proper nutrients and space. Since the little toy and this patch of grass tried to hard to survive, Nohbdy figured that maybe the two belonged to each other. They didn't have necklaces, so maybe they were one of those Glitches he heard about but never once seen for himself. As the young human being straightened himself in an upright standing position, he looked down at the odd couple, starting to question if the relationship between the toy and the patch of grass would even work out. They didn't have necklaces, so they could never, ever be together. That's how the system worked, right? There was no one they belonged with. There could never be that perfect match... These two Glitches....they wouldn't be allowed to ever love each other completely because they weren't made for each other. They were mistakes that were not even supposed to have come into this world. Perhaps this was the reason the little girl had thrown away her toy. Perhaps this was the reason the patch of grass could not be able to break through the concrete and take over. They were nobodies who could not do anything. Nobodies without a life or someone to love.
Nohbdy blinked with no expression shown on his hidden face. He looked down at the two lifeless--one almost without life--things, the toy and the grass, before letting a wide grin form on his face.
"At least they can be worthless together. Not alone now!" he said in a fake, cheerful tone. "They gotta be worth something now. Anyway, I have to go, toy and grass. Bye-bye!"
Nohbdy lifted up his hand to wave goodbye, only to stop and notice how nasty his arm looked. He lifted both hands in the air to examine his own filth, a smile still behind his masked face. It wasn't like Nohbdy cared. His hands always seemed dirty. And this just gave him another reason to clean something, this time being himself.
Why exactly had he been digging through the trash again? Ah, right! It was because he was hungry. Just thinking of food made his stomach groan. In an act of defeat, Nohbdy made up in his mind that he would ask the landlord if he had any lunch to share...again...
He had begun to leave the area, coming closer and closer toward the crowd of people that were too busy going about their daily lives to really notice Nohbdy walking right on by. All they could note about him was two factors: that he stinked and wore a weird mask. Nothing more, nothing less. Nohbdy was of no concern to them.
Nohbdy continued on his walk, knowing the way back to the crummy apartment room as if it were the back of his hand. Soon the mass of people began to fade back into emptiness as Nohbdy walked along his route.
(Most important part to interact with players right here.)
And then he stopped. For what reason? Why, there was a plane far out into the distance (that's assuming that this RP takes place in Manhattan). It was either people coming to visit this very city or leave it all behind to go off on a new journey. He could never tell, for he didn't know which direction the airport was in. Nohbdy took his glance away from the sky and looked all around his surroundings. There was a rather isolated warehouse to his right. He fully turned his body to the side so he could look over it. There were some men standing around it, as if they were guards. This was not a new occurrence to Nohbdy. He had seen men standing around there for who-knows-what on random days. What was peculiar was the "sports" car driving around to the rear side of the building. Nohbdy blinked, puzzled by the contrast of the two main focuses on his mind [the warehouse and the car]. Maybe inside that warehouse was a car dealership that was for super fancy cars.
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Nick Name: Noah (This is the name he would introduce himself with.)
Age: He doesn't keep track anymore, but he's more along the lines of 16-18
Gender: Male
Appearance: He wears a dirty mask most of the time, but his face is not unknown.
His real appearance. But more dirty and unkept.
Necklace: Nohbdy can be considered a glitch, for he was never given a necklace of his own. He instead wears his deceased mother's necklace (Not sure if that still works, since she's dead and all. I would think that her "record" is on the necklace and it would be inactive).
Personality: Nohbdy is a curious soul, one who would ask question upon question. Since he did not technically receive a proper education, he is rather limited in his intelligence and fails to understand some concepts. He is very determined and will do his best to complete every task assigned to him. He is also rather friendly and open to others, not finding it really necessary to keep any secrets (so don't tell him stuff unless you don't mind it being spread around). Nohbdy still has a strong sense of loyalty and will not betray his best friends. Many times he craves attention and will offer his assistance to anyone in order to keep himself entertained. One could say he is an optimist, always seeming to have a happy or calm expression on his face and positive view on every situation despite his real inner emotions. Sometimes he has his moments when he becomes random and wants to have fun, often annoying others even when they begin to express anger. He does not yet understand the meaning of love and often questions his own purpose.
He likes to play childish games, read easy books about adventure, and learn.
He is alright with trash and living in horrible surroundings, knowing in his mind that he could always clean it.
He dislikes being a disappointment and failure.
Biography:
Eventually, she gave birth to a fragile, little boy. Without the man in her life, she had found someone to love more than anything. Though, something wasn't right... The woman had paid to give birth in an independent hospital that was really someone's home. As it turned out, this "hospital" was one not to be trusted. She was told that if she paid almost all of her money and gave them her necklace that her child would receive the best hospital treatment they could ever offer. They promised to file in with the government the birth of her child and give him the most beautiful necklace ever that would lead to his most perfect woman in the future. Of course, it was hard for her to deny their scam. She had no idea what their true intentions were. As she laid on a white bed, she waited to hear the news of how her child was being taken care of. A nurse came into her room, lying to her that the baby had died. The woman could not handle the news. She refused to move from the bed, causing the nurse to force her out of the small building. The woman, feeling as if she now had nothing, committed suicide a few days later.
What had become of her child? The Sagi family who lived in the hospital-house apparently had this whole brilliant scheme thought of years ago. They had a plan to scam foolish women into giving them their hard earned cash and precious necklace. They pocketed the money for themselves and either sold the necklace on the blackmarket or gave the necklace to the newborn baby and raised it to be sold to wealthy families as a "servant" (a child slave, basically). This particular baby that they had just taken from the gullible woman was to be given his mother's necklace and be trained by their other division of the cruel business.
The child had been named Nohbdy. He was never told about his mother and only taught to clean, cook, and do many other things. All the other few children in the other division hated the work and cried all day and night. Though not Nohbdy. As he grew up, he longed to be a "servant" and couldn't wait for the day when he would be the one to join a family that he could call his own.
When Nohbdy had reached the tender age of twelve, he was sold off to the Pincher family who lived in a manor on the outskirts of the city, in the mountains. The family consisted of two adults, a husband and a wife, and their five children. Three of them were in their late teens, almost ready to pursue their own careers. One child, a girl was Nohbdy's age. The last child was merely a toddler.
Nohbdy was determined to meet all the demands that the family gave him. He worked alongside three other older servants (they were paid for their services, but not Nohbdy), who were happy to have a newcomer lighten their workload. Everyone didn't think much of Nohbdy. In fact, they thought of Nohbdy as a...nobody. Just a child who was there to work for them. As time dragged on, the girl who was Nohbdy's age began to question his presence in the manor. She started to follow Nohbdy around and wanted to become friends with him. Her name was Melody; she had beautiful red curly hair and a small figure. Her necklace was of a crimson tree with clear jewels that looked like flowers on the end of each branch. Nohbdy, never having a friend before, didn't know how to act around her. He knew that he had to just serve and ignore her...but he found it hard to do so.
After about a year of this awkward relationship, Nohbdy and Melody became good friends once they got to know each other better. It was Melody who begun their friendship. Nohbdy came to be more open and friendly because of her. Whenever he had no work to do, the two of them would find something to do together. Melody was a rather creative person who liked to make costumes and sculptures. One day, she made two identical masks of a fluffy creature with an exposed skull. She gave one to Nohbdy and kept the other for herself. Together, they created a story for their characters. There was never a dull moment between the two friends. Everyday was filled with laughter and fun.
When Melody and Nohbdy had both turned fifteen, it was discovered that Mrs. Pincher was killed in a car accident. The three oldest children didn't care about her passing very much and had already moved out of the household. Only Melody, Mr. Pincher, and the toddler (now a young child) were left to cry in their own sorrows. The servants knew their own boundaries and didn't step up to comfort the family. Nohbdy, however, was the first person to be there for Melody. He was there to give her a tissue for her tears and a shoulder to cry on. With a smile, Nohbdy told Melody that there would be some sad nights alone, but all they had to do was continue life with bright smiles on their face. The girl flushed pink with joy and loved that Nohbdy was there to support her. From that day forward, she gave him the nickname, "Noah", finding it more suiting for her best friend.
Then came the worst day ever in Nohbdy's life. He and Melody were both sixteen-and-a-half that year. They were outside in the mountains, wearing their masks that they had not worn in a while. Nohbdy had suggested the idea that they make up a story of two creatures fighting over a precious stone. Melody was very willing to play through with the story, and so they did. They were playing among the higher rocks that came out the side of the mountain. Caught up in the heat of the moment, Melody pushed Nohbdy forward, causing him to fall over and almost roll all the way downhill to the sharper rocks below. The girl instantly panicked, not noticing that Nohbdy was alright and went to help him get back to his feet. As she scurried down to meet with him, Nohbdy yelled to her that he could back up on his own. This surprised Melody and caused her to lose her footing, causing her to tumble down and pass right by Nohbdy. He instantly tore the mask off his head, setting it down gently on a rock, and ran down carefully in an attempt catch her.
He didn't make it in time. Melody rolled down the mountain side awkwardly, landing on her limbs in all the wrong ways. She couldn't catch herself and continued to tumble down until she reached the sharp, piercing rocks... Nohbdy cautiously approached the sharp rocks, scanning up and down for his friend. And there he found her. A sharp rock pierced into her arm. Melody screamed in pain, tears running down her face like a river. Nohbdy stood there, staring at her bloody arm and her pained face with a blank expression. He couldn't do anything. He didn't want to. And so he stood there, doing nothing.
Melody's screams made everyone in the Pincher household come running. They removed her from the rock and bandaged up her arm temporarily until they could get her to the hospital. Mr. Pincher noticed that Nohbdy did nothing when his daughter was clearly in pain. He grew angry and called the boy to come to his office room and have a discussion with him. Nohbdy went back up the mountain to retrieve his mask and put it back on once he got to it. He looked down and watched as the servants took the still crying Melody into the manor with them.
Once Melody was off to hospital with two of the servants, Nohbdy met with Mr. Pincher, refusing to remove the mask. The man was red with anger and screamed at how irresponsible the boy had been. In truth, he didn't really like Nohbdy from the start, for he was almost always seen with his daughter and stopped her from growing to be more mature. Mr. Pincher did not listen to Nohbdy's excuse. He requested that Nohbdy be taken away from the manor and left on the streets where he would belong. The boy did not protest, as he had came to the belief that Melody's injury was all his fault.
Nohbdy was gone by the time Melody returned from the hospital with a cast around her left leg, right arm (that was pierced with the rock), and her neck. She asked where he was and said that she had something to tell him. Her father lied, telling her that Nohbdy wanted to leave because the boy hoped that she would never recover for he found Melody very annoying. And that knowing that her wounds weren't very serious and that she would return, Nohbdy requested that he leave and go back to where he belonged. Melody could not believe it at first. But then she came to the reasoning that her father would never lie to her... She ran to her room and cried the rest of the night away.
In the meantime, Nohbdy was left to wonder among the streets. He still wore the mask... In his mind, he decided that he would never return to the manor nor go near Melody's school (he didn't attend school himself). So he continued to walk aimlessly, thoughts rushing in and out of his head in an instant. He paused for a moment, trying to find the brighter side to his current situation. Nohbdy smiled underneath the mask and told himself that everything was alright and that he was fine; he was lying to himself.
After much time had passed, Nohbdy discovered his own way of living. He got a job at a large department store, being the one to stock the shelves, run some errands, and clean up the aisles. He used to live behind a dumpster that he had made to be more homey until he had earned enough to rent a very disgusting apartment room at a super cheap price. Though he can barely afford food or clothing and still digs through the trash, he does everything with a wide smile hidden behind his mask.
Other: I'm wondering if glitches have their own hidden Love-Line. I'm guessing one reason people can be considered a glitch is if they were never given a necklace at birth.
On a side note, this is Melody's necklace:
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((It's kinda like how they reboot Spyro but not as much. I just made the character less confusing than it already is. Unless changing the last name is a big deal. I'll be thinking of an app soon.))
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Unless it's a mutated lab fly or something that can live longer. =P