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    posted a message on The Realm of Saphriel | Serious Roleplay | Over 70 Plugins | Frequent Events | Medieval Fantasy | Great Staff | 1.12.1

    I've edited my application as recommended. I expanded on Duldiir and Ilyana's relationship, as well as changed from mastered to simply proficient.

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    posted a message on The Realm of Saphriel | Serious Roleplay | Over 70 Plugins | Frequent Events | Medieval Fantasy | Great Staff | 1.12.1

    ----OOC Info----

    -Minecraft IGN: Tiffosaur


    -Skype name (Optional, for server OOC chat): I provide it privately if I am accepted.


    -Do you have any prior roleplay-related experience, if so could you give an example?: I have 5-6 years of experience on minecraft roleplay. I roleplayed with the Silver Gaming community for a majority of my experience. I also play in two D&D campaigns.


    -Define Power-gaming in your own words: Powergaming is when a player takes advantage of out-of-character mechanics (such as glitches) to their advantage in-character, or they force actions upon another player while in roleplay without giving a chance for a reaction. Creating a character that is unreasonably powerful is also a type of powergaming.


    -Define Meta-gaming in your own words: Metagaming is using information obtained OOC to one’s advantage IC.


    -Define Role-Playing in your own words: Roleplay is when one takes control of a character, and deciding their actions, feelings and thoughts.


    ----IC Info----

    -Character name: Duldiir Pirnium


    -Character race: Dwelf


    -Character gender: Female


    -Character age: 42


    -Character occupation: Hunter / Mercenary


    -Character description: Duldiir stands on the shorter side of Dwelves, being only 97 cm (or 3’2”). She is as slim as dwelves get, bearing no noticeable curves to her form. However, upon closer inspection, her body is surprisingly toned for her race from hours spent doing physical labor. Duld sports a round face with high cheekbones, a soft jawline, and a flat nose. Her skin appears a light copper color, and thick, bushy brows complement blue eyes well. Her hair appears a light brown, borderline red, and is short and messy, looking unkept. She is by no means unattractive, however nor is she eye catching.


    Some notable features on her are the two green tattoo running down the right side of her face; two lines run parallel at an angle, over her eye. She bears a scar over her left brow, nicking to just under her eye. Running down her arms, although typically covered, are green tattoos that seem to spiral up to the wrist. Some of the tattoos cut off, while others reach down to her fingers.


    -Character personality and traits: Duldiir is quick-witted and often comes off as abrasive. She is quite selfish in that she will save her and her partner first, but when she can, she tries her best to aid others. She likes to make folks laugh, trying her best to be humorous, however her humor can be quite sadistic and inappropriate at times. Duld usually can’t be seen without her partner, Ilyana, and often flirts with her, though she holds no romantic attraction. She often relies on Ilyana to intimidate folks should it come down to it, due to her size and presumptions of her race.


    -Character biography: Duldiir was born into a primarily Dwarf-camp. Her father played no role in her life, besides perhaps her birth. He was a kind merchant, who fell in love with a dwarf oddly enough, though the burden of a child frightened him and he abandoned the family soon after Duldiir’s mother was impregnated. This, however, never distressed Duldiir; growing up, her mother shaped her into a good person, preaching the importance of caring for others, despite the way she was treated differently from Dwarves. Often, she was pushed around, shunned for being different, but she ignored it a majority of the time, and focused on simply living her life. Peeking to her adulthood, Duldiir sought to do something with herself, finding that days simply eating, drinking and laughing grew boring.


    Duldiir attempted to enlist into the local militia, despite her frail figure, and it was a struggle. Three years into joining, Duld resigned and took to something more independent. During her military years, she had most often used a bow, assigned to being a ranger on the walls, for close combat, they deemed, did not fit her. She practiced in the woods hunting and becoming proficient with the bow. However, during one of her hunts, she was crossed by an orc. She buried two arrows into him, but he was resilient and continued towards her. Upon entering close quarters, Duldiir found herself near defenseless. Through sheer luck and agility, Duldiir managed to stab an arrow through his eye, leaving her time to escape. After that, she began to practice with a blade as well - particularly one handed weapons, easy to use in speed.


    One fateful night, however, a horde of orcs rolled through the area. While their camp had been hidden by the hills, the orcs spotted it and ravaged it far faster than anyone could prepare for battle. Duldiir, in a state of fright, ran away from the camp, and with her quick feet and small body, she was able to get away. From the hilltop, she watched her home be burned. There was no room for mourning though, she needed to travel and make a living. The only connection she held to the home was her mother, who she had watched be killed.


    She spent several years traveling on her own, surviving on hunting and taking small jobs. During a job in which she would protect a caravan, they were attacked by a stray group of bandit orcs. The men of the caravan were killed, and the children and women taken, including herself. Duldiir was ashamed she was unable to protect them, but upon reaching the camp, she already began to make an escape plan. The other guard of the caravan, a dark elf named Ilyana, helped her execute the plan. Ilyana distracted their designated guard, and whilst that occurred, Duldiir gathered the prisoners and made their escape. The group, along with Ilyana, traveled through the woods for days with no weapons, food or water. She and Ilyana were wordlessly dubbed the leaders of the group, guiding them through the woods and assuring their survival. Duldiir, having spent years in the forest, made for an excellent scout and sustained everyone off berries and wildlife.


    They eventually found their way to civilization again. Though, despite having the opportunity to go their separate ways once more, Duldiir and Ilyana agreed to stick together. Both were traveling aimlessly, and admittedly, the company was nice. The relationship they held for the first couple of months was casual; simply traveling together for the sake of taking on bigger jobs. They found that their synchronization was impeccable and often took contracts from local villages, whether it was hunting a bear or clearing out a bandit camp, or perhaps something a bit darker and dangerous, such as a werewolf. But as the years passed, Duldiir and Ilyana grew closer, becoming inseparable companions.


    Seeking to live an adventurous life, Duldiir continues her travels and mercenary work alongside her companion.


    -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 graces you and soon after they take off sprinting. You have been robbed.


    Duldiir was shocked only for a moment, before she turned on her heel and gave chase. She was confident in her ability to catch up; being swift was her specialty after all. She maneuvered through citizens, turning this way and that to get by and it wasn’t long before she spotted her leather pouch clutched in a child’s hand. She grabbed the back of the boy’s shirt and jerked him back. The boy cried out, and Duld quickly swiped her coin purse back, chin lifting slightly as to cast an intimidating angle of herself. “Ye should choose a better target next time, kid,” she spoke, a smirk forming on her lips before she released the child.


    Before the boy could run off, however, Duld reached into her pouch and tossed a few coins to him. He scrambled for them on the ground and as he looked up, she was already gone.


    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.


    Duldiir knew that any other option would be unacceptable; her job were to rid of dangerous beings. She drew her blade, stepping towards the mother. While she believed they should die, she wasn’t a monster; mercy was always an option. She raised her sword and stepped forward carefully, making a quick and careful swipe at the wolf’s neck. The wolf died with a whimper, falling to the ground, and Duld drew her dagger, kneeling by the three pups; she made sure to kill quickly. Afterwards, Duld skinned the mother wolf before heading off on her way.


    Extra notes:

    Here is a quick drawing I made of Duldiir.



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    posted a message on From The Ashes Chapter 1: In the Footsteps of Thaer -|- Serious Roleplay -|- Custom Coded -|- Experienced Staff -|- Active -|-

    Out of Character Information


    IGN: Tiffosaur


    Old Application: http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/servers/pc-servers/2490508-from-the-ashes-chapter-1-in-the-footsteps-of-thaer?comment=31


    Character Information


    Name: Samulith Aldrin


    Age: 39 (Elf) | 15 (Human)


    Race: Elf


    Physical description: A tall and bulky young boy. Samulith stands 5’9” (And continues to grow), and has rather muscular arms from long laborious hours. He has narrow shoulders, and a rather defined collarbone. Sam has a rather feminine face, for his cheeks give him a baby face. His eyes are an odd shade of amber, but he appears harmless nonetheless. His hair is short and scruffy, and appears a midnight blue color.


    As for his clothing, he likes to keep it simple. Sam adorns a white button up shirt, its sleeves rolled up just past his elbows. He wears dark pants, and brown shoes.


    Screen capture of your skin: http://imgur.com/IYkpvcP


    Biography:


    Samulith was born to a lower class family in Arturan. His family owed a large debt to a more wealthy family, the Scotts, so the Aldrin’s were forced to send their son to work at a rather young age. Home was about an hour long walk, he rarely got to see his parents. His first several years, he did simple work; Bring food, make beds, wash clothes, etc.. It was what he did growing up, so he saw no problem with it; he simply went with it. What more could he do?


    Around the age of 25 (10), Sam was appointed to work alongside a blacksmith. At this point, he had lost contact with his parents. Beginning, the job was full of simple things; bring a tool, light the fire, organize these requests. It was barely any different from when he had been with the family. Upon his 29th birthday (11), Sam was allowed to work alongside as an apprentice with the smith. From the years observing his mentor, Sam understood the basics of smithing; what to do and not to do. Needless to say, he started out as no pro; he made plenty mistakes.


    Samulith’s mentor, Eliot, was quite a strange man. Some days, he would help Sam out, guide him through it. Others, he let Sam make mistakes and hurt himself; said it was the only way he was going to learn. The learning process was hard, most certainly, especially since Sam was not fully developed yet; his body had yet to grow stronger.


    Despite the vigorous work he now was doing, it was well worth it. While in the Scotts’ home, he was rarely let out. Here in the blacksmith, he was able to go out nearly every day. Though, he lacked good social skills, he made quick friends with people around. With his new friends, he became more outgoing, cheerful. He no longer was simply a servant boy. For once, he understood what it meant to enjoy life. Through Eliot, he gained the skills of a smith. From his friends, his personality was shaped. Eliot, who had become like a father figure, believed that Sam would become a fine young man.


    Though, something Sam longed for, was to find his parents again; he wanted to show them what sending him away had made him become. He heard stories of families, and he wanted just that (He didn’t care he was too old now). Then, as he approached his 39th birthday, he was told of his parents’ whereabouts. Enris. They had fled to Enris, in order to escape their debts to the Scotts. Sam was unsure at first, but he needed change in his life. Eliot believed it was fine, and gave him the money he believed Sam needed, before sending him off to Enris.


    What is your character’s main goal?: Sam wants to find his parents in Enris. While he doesn’t know about the Undead in Enris, he hopes he can live a happy life with them and make them proud with how far he’s gone.


    Strengths: From days of physical labor, he has quite a burly build; strong arms is perhaps the best defense he has, besides his tolerance for pain. Personality wise, Sam tries his best to be outgoing and witty. He can be rather laid-back at times, and doesn’t worry often. He can be kind and reassuring to those he likes and grows fond of.


    Weaknesses: While he may have strong arms, he isn’t very good when it comes to combat. Unfortunately, Sam often has some breathing problems when put in stressful situations, and sometimes just at random moments. The intensity of these attacks depend on his situation. Despite this though, he is rather cocky and stubborn. He can be a bit oblivious at times, being rather unobservant. While he may have a strong control over his temper, he grows very serious when he is truly angered. When angered, he becomes very unreasonable.


    Bonus Language:

    - Caro

    - Arturan


    Character Traits (up to 7 points worth):

    - Basic Smith (3)

    - Advanced Smith (2)

    - Thick Skin II (2)

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    posted a message on From The Ashes Chapter 1: In the Footsteps of Thaer -|- Serious Roleplay -|- Custom Coded -|- Experienced Staff -|- Active -|-

    Don't be discouraged, those that are denied! There is always next server, where you have a chance of joining once again. (:

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    posted a message on Fallout: Shadows of the Old World | Serious Roleplay | Discontinued

    OOC:

    IGN: Tiffosaur


    Age (Optional): 15


    Skype name (Optional for the group chat/faction chats): tiffosaur19


    Time Zone: EST


    Prior Bans and reasons: I'm all clean. c:


    Define Role-play: Roleplay is when one takes control of a character, and deciding their actions, feelings and thoughts.


    Define Powergaming: Powergaming is, in short, doing the impossible. Doing the impossible would include controlling another’s character or forcing an action on a character, being OP in general, etc.


    Define Metagaming: Metagaming is when one has their character have knowledge they would not normally have, meaning they use sources from Out-of-Character to their advantage In-Character.


    Previous roleplay experience: I’ve roleplayed on many Minecraft servers - including Silver Gaming’s previous servers - as well as on Skype. At the moment, I am on another rp server. I’ve previously roleplayed on Tumblr. In addition to these, I’ve also done forum RP, such as the RWBY RPG forum RP, and RP'd on Skype.


    Previous Fallout experience: I haven't played any Fallout games, but I know of the story.


    Have you read the rules?: Yes.


    Write any further questions here: Is there any escaping the Shadows of the Old World?


    IC:

    Character Name: Victoria Verdin


    Age: 26


    Gender: Female


    Race: Human; White


    Appearance (Please include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Victoria stands about 5’7” (170.1 cm). She adorns short blonde hair, which frames her oval shaped face well. Victoria’s eyes glimmer a strong green, her strong cheekbones and sharp jawline complimenting said optics. Victoria may appear slender, weak, fragile, but due to hours of physical labor, she’s actually quite strong. Her skin is fair, but she harbors burn scars. They dress the right side of her body, reaching from her neck, down to her lower waist. Though, the scarf she adorns covers the upper scars, and her clothing covers the rest. ( http://imgur.com/ztYBlrZ )


    Strengths: Kind and upbeat with those she first meets. She cares deeply for her family and friends, making her loyal. In addition, she is courageous, fierce, and competitive. Years of physical labor have left her with a relatively strong upper body and high endurance. She knows how to handle a gun well.


    Weaknesses: Victoria can have violent episodes sometimes. Although she is kind, she has a short temper and is easy to be put off; she tends to be rather impulsive. She’s very self-conscious about herself in general. Although, she is most sensitive when talking about her scars. Sometimes, she tends to be a bit over emotional, and she has a deathly fear of flames. She’s triggered often if she comes close to them.


    S.P.E.C.I.A.L. (Like in the games, you have 40 points to allocate. You must have at least one point in each, and cannot have more than ten.):


    • Strength: 7
    • Perception: 5
    • Endurance: 8
    • Charisma: 5
    • Intelligence: 5
    • Agility: 5
    • Luck: 5

    Character Biography (Please include at least two quality paragraphs):


    Victoria, the twin of Gabriela, was born to Rose and Warren Verdin in the wastelands of Maine. She traveled with a small group. They often would stay in abandoned homes at night, before moving in the day. There was no particular place they hoped to find; they just wanted to stay safe. Many of the children didn’t make it, but the Verdin twins were one of the few that survived. Life was fairly simple for her as she grew. Everyday, she’d tell herself, “just wait for the next.” She didn’t know what she was waiting for, it was just something to get her through. Her first 13 years, she was taught the traits needed for survival in the wastelands.


    Victoria was 13 when something significant finally happened, though it was nothing good. During a sunny day of Maine’s summer, the group had settled at a small barn. It seemed empty, but something made the group feel unsettled. It wasn’t long before they were being gunned down, and they all scattered. Many were captured, including Victoria. The raiders dragged them to their camp, where they were forced into physical labor. Any persons who didn’t obey was hit, whipped, burned, tortured.


    Vic was rebellious. The pain she ignored, often trying to make her point by striking back. It was something her parents had taught her; when hit, fight back. This wasn’t always true though, and she didn’t learn this lesson until she was forced into the fire. She screamed, lashed out, cried as her skin singed and scorched. She didn’t know how long she had been in the heat, but it burned, it hurt so much. She was thrown to the ground and she whimpered, sobbed, cried as she curled into a ball. Apologies ripped out of her mouth as she felt the charred skin. From then on, she followed all orders she was given. The scars that formed from the burns were a reminder to listen, to obey. Though, vengeance was something she wanted terribly.


    Victoria got what she wanted when she was 16.


    Alongside Gabriele and the other slaves, she saw a chance. One of the raiders was falling asleep on shift. His gun sat at his side. A pistol was in his holster. Sweat ran down her face as she watched her brother stand from his makeshift bed and make his way over to the guard. She began to stand as well as he lifted the gun and fired it into the raider’s head. No doubt, this attracted the other’s attention. Gabriele threw Victoria the big gun and took the pistol; Vic was the buffer of the two. Hearing the footsteps coming, they quickly turned the raider’s body, so it didn’t appear as though he was dead.


    When the next guard came in, they were all in their bed, guns hidden behind their backs. She stepped forward, eyeing them suspiciously and calling out her friend’s name. With no reply, she moved in front of the raider and- BAM! Victoria fired, and she fell to the ground. The other slaves grabbed what she had, and they all ran out. Everyone seemed to be alerted now, but the camp was not well lit. It was hard to see them as they snuck around.


    They were nearly out, when the lights suddenly flashed on. “RUN!” Someone screamed, and she scattered. She was scared, so scared, as she ran unknowingly. She ran into the wild, and she could hear yelling behind her. Tears were threatening to fall as she heard others trying to escape now with all the hectic but were failing. She just kept running.


    Victoria didn’t know how long she had been alone for. It was already day. The sun had just risen, and she was tired, desperately tired. She hid behind a tree, feeling herself drift off.


    When she came to, she found herself in a bed, and for a moment, she panicked as she thought the whole escape had all been a dream. But a man settled her. He was well suited in armor. A military man, she guessed. She asked for them to teach her, teach her how to survive better and wield guns and just stay alive. In return, she did small things like carry bags, make food, wash dirty rags. She learned by his side.


    Victoria was 24 when she decided to go off on her own. She found she could survive fine now, and no longer wanted to bother the man. He recommended she go towards Niagara in Canada. She would do so. No doubt the travel would be long, with all the mutants and raiders along the way, but she believed she could do it. And she would.


    Roleplay Scenario: Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 14 miles South of Niagara


    As you're walking north along a desolate highway when you spot two large black birds circling in the sky in the distance. To the east, large thunderheads loom on the horizon. Hopeful to avoid the storm, you begin to walk a bit more briskly; scanning the area to find shelter from the radioactive downpour. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene, you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene, you can see that it is a Merchant Caravan that has been hit, likely by raiders. The merchant lies bloody and beaten to death near a slaughtered Brahman, blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from her caravan shotgun scattered around her corpse. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his left leg had been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.


    Bag contents:

    1x 10mm Pistol

    4x 10mm Pistol rounds

    1x bottle of dirty water

    2x Mentants

    1x Salisbury steak

    1x Squirrel on a stick

    1x small radio (functional)

    1x Stimpak

    1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)


    What do you do?:

    Victoria was quiet as she came up to the scene. She peered down at the dying guard, but turned away. She went towards the merchant, kneeling down to take the box. The blonde turned towards the other guard, and saw the shells. The gun was gone though. To be expected. A faint scowl formed on her face, but she began to scavenge for any shotgun ammo left on the body; Vic doubted any would be left though. To her dismay, she was correct. Nothing was left. At last, she turned to the final guard. He looked to be in pain - so much pain. Victoria flinched as she saw the burned flesh, reminding herself very much of her own. She pulled out her pistol. “May we meet again,” she murmured. A saying she adorned when she killed out of mercy. The shell of her bullet clattered onto the ground as his body slumped over. Bile grew in the back of her throat as she slid her pistol away and moved to leave the scene. A storm was coming.

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    posted a message on From The Ashes Chapter 1: In the Footsteps of Thaer -|- Serious Roleplay -|- Custom Coded -|- Experienced Staff -|- Active -|-

    Tried to keep my app short and sweet; I tend to go overboard sometimes.


    Out of Character Information


    IGN: Tiffosaur


    Character Information


    Name: Octavia Nar’vaum


    Age: 34 in Drow years (22 in human years)


    Race: Drow


    Physical description: A tall Drow woman, standing 6’5” and weighing a good 150ish pounds. She’s a bit bigger than most but exceedingly bulky. Her dark brown hair is tied into one large braid, which sways behind her; a strand of her hair is blonde. Oct’s eyes shine a dazzling blue, and her skin is dark.


    Screen capture of your skin: http://imgur.com/2IPMV0S


    Biography:


    Octavia was the first of five Nar’vaums, born to a different father than the others. Her father was known to get woman pregnant, then leave the family. She was the eighth, hence the name. Octavia’s mother soon married to another man after Oct’s birth. Her first few years of life were fairly simple and plain; she was grown as she was expected, until her second sibling came along. Her parents became very harsh towards them, often beating and hurting them. Octavia could do plenty about it, but she did not want to hurt her own parents. She simply allowed the beatings, even as her other siblings came along.


    Octavia, being the oldest, tried to take as many of the beatings she could. She paid no heed to watching her siblings gang up on Matshka, one of their younger and spoiled siblings. She wished she could help, but was much too preoccupied with her parents to notice. Often when her parents were not home, Octavia would go out and train. Her parents would scold, lecture her of the dangers of the world while beating her. She wanted to prepare. Each day, she’d deliberately get into fights with others, watching and learning their movements. She fought back sometimes, and as time went by, she slowly began to win more fights. Her skill increased day by day.


    Only once did she fight back against her parents, and that was when they stopped hitting her in particular. After, the beatings against her siblings increased. Octavia did nothing, other than obtain food and money for the family. She was often hired to beat others, and worked as a part time bartender. Eventually though, her younger sister, Matshka, ran away with a majority of their money. Octavia was saddened by this, truly. She loved all her siblings, but she did not go after her; what good could she do? A few months later, another of her sisters left. Octavia didn’t think much of this, until a man showed up to their door. He spoke of Falen, and where she seemed to be going. Her parents, despite not caring for the children, demanded that Octavia go after her, and so she did so. She gathered her things, and left after her.


    What is your character’s main goal?: She has no particular goal, other than to perhaps find her sister, Falen.


    Strengths: Octavia knows how to fight well and she has strong arms. In addition, she knows how to deal with pain, from being abused as a child. Personality wise, she’s caring for those she likes. She’s quiet and tries not to stick her nose into other people’s business. She's exceptionally obedient, which could also come as a weakness.


    Weaknesses: Octavia isn’t very agile, which can be a pain when it comes to combat. She doesn’t have the best of hearing, and tends to zone out at worst times possible. She’s not the smartest of the bunch. Personality wise, she’s gullible and tends to believe anything she hears. As said before, she tends to do as she's told.


    What is your character's personality?: Octavia cares heavily for those that she likes. When she comes to like someone, she can become very attached and clingy. There are few that she truly likes. In addition, she can be a little impulsive at times, but can generally keep herself in check. Oct can be somewhat naive to the true horrors of the world, for, despite being gullible, she did not believe her parents when they said the world was a scary place.


    Bonus Language:

    - Caro

    - Savage


    Character Traits (up to 7 points worth):

    - Martial Artist III (3)

    - Thick Skin II (2)

    - Savings I (1)

    - Acrobatic I (1)

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    posted a message on From The Ashes Chapter 1: In the Footsteps of Thaer -|- Serious Roleplay -|- Custom Coded -|- Experienced Staff -|- Active -|-

    Out of Character Information


    IGN: Tiffosaur


    Do you wish to join our community Skype chat? If so, what is your Skype username?: I’m already in!


    Have you read and agreed to both the rules and the lore of the server?: Yes!!


    What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is, in short, doing the impossible. Doing the impossible would include controlling another’s character or forcing an action on a character, being OP in general, etc.


    What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Metagaming is when one has their character have knowledge they would not normally have, meaning they use sources from Out-of-Character to their advantage In-Character.


    What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Roleplay is when one takes control of a character, and deciding their actions, feelings and thoughts.


    Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: No one.


    When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the owner of the dying character agrees to letting their character die.


    When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When using the message system, in OOO chat, or using ((brackets)) around the OOC text.


    Do you have any previous RP experience, Minecraft or elsewhere?: I’ve roleplayed on many Minecraft servers - including Silver Gaming’s previous servers - as well as on Skype. At the moment, I am in a Steven Universe RP group on Skype. I’ve previously roleplayed on Tumblr. In addition to these, I’ve also done forum RP, such as the RWBY RPG forum RP.


    Character Information


    Name: Allania Elora


    Age: 59


    Race: Elf


    Physical description: Allania stands 6’3”, weighing a good 136 pounds. She adorns short blonde hair, which frames her oval shaped face. Allie’s eyes glimmer a strong green, her strong cheekbones and sharp jawline complimenting said optics. Her skin is fair, from long hours spent in the sun. She possesses long, sharp ears, as most Elves do. Allania appears slender, weak, fragile, but due to hours of physical labor, she’s actually quite strong. Her wear usually differs, depending on what she’s doing, but her usual attire consists of a long-sleeved green shirt; over it is a brown vest. On her dominant hand (Her right), she wears brown fingerless gloves, while her other is left bare. Though, she embellishes a golden-colored bracer on her left, which was given to her by her father. Her russet-colored pants are cut off by brown boots.


    Screen capture of your skin: http://imgur.com/qotdndz


    Biography:


    Allania was the first of two children to Ashera and Deldrach Elora. The beginning of her life was fairly simple - she was treated well by her parents. 11 years into Allie’s life, whilst she was still in her youth, her mother became pregnant once again. Allie was excited, to say the very least. 5 years passed before Meriel was born. Allania was ecstatic. She spoiled and loved her sister - perhaps even more than her own parents did! Meriel was Allie’s first best friend, there was nothing more than Meriel that Allie adored.


    Allania’s life was fairly simple for the most part. Her family’s farm amongst the many settlements in Beschwall was quiet. She spent the first 25 years of her life simply working with her parents and spending time with Meriel. Though, once the Elora’s were informed of a band of Savages that were going around and pillaging farms, Allania began to learn the way of archery. She wanted to protect her family and her home. Deldrach understood the basics of archery - his own mother had been an archer and tried to teach him. He taught his oldest daughter of what little knowledge he had of it. In addition, he gave her his mother’s archery bracer. From there, Allania trained on her own.


    Another 15 years passed. Days were spent tending to the farm, practicing archery, selling crops. Allie had even taken on the hobby of playing a violin! It was a boring life, but satisfactory for Allania. She had her family, she wanted nothing more, but of course, nothing lasts forever.


    It had been a quiet night; she and her family were asleep. The last thing she expected was to be awoken to a frightened sister. Allania comforted her, asking what was wrong, and soon learned that someone entered the home. Allie insisted it was nothing, that Meriel was just hearing things, but to make her sibling feel better, she went to see what it was. Meriel insisted that Allie take her bow with her, so she did. The halls of her home were dark and eerie, her steps were quiet, eyes alert.


    She moved to the first floor and stopped when she heard some rustling. Quickly, she drew back her bow, weapon raised and aimed at a faint figure in the darkness. The figure stepped forward, and the faint light from a window revealed a sickly-green skinned human. Their skin was rotting; it was the first time Allania had seen a Savage. She was mortified. The young elf yelled for the monstrosity to step back, and they did so. The Savage slowly moved towards the exit, but Allie’s father came bursting out his bedroom when he heard the yell.


    Allania watched as the Savage turned, jabbing a hidden knife into the neck of her father. With a cry, her arrow soared, burrowing itself into the Savage’s forehead. Both her father and the intruder fell to the ground. Meriel rushed downstairs, but Allania pushed her back upstairs, tears falling from her eyes. Her hand was placed over her mouth to muffle cries. She stumbled up the stairs with her sister, and it wasn’t long before she heard a horrified scream from her mother, with loud cries after. Her father was gone, dead, never to awake again, never to kiss her goodnight, never to tell her she’s done good.


    Allie spent the night sitting in front of the staircase, crying and making sure her younger sister did not get past her. Allania didn’t want Meriel to see something as terrible as their father’s dead body. Once dawn came and Meriel had given up and went to sleep, Allania returned to the two bodies. Her mother was locked in her room. She stared down at the pool of blood that had formed, before grabbing the Savage’s shirt and pulling him up onto her shoulder. She lugged him out of the house, then threw his dead body into the nearby forest.


    Then, next to their farm, she began to dig. Years of physical labor had made her strong, strong enough to do it herself, strong enough to throw her dad’s body into a grave alone. Blood stained her hands, from the Savage and Deldrach. She might’ve been physically strong, but her emotions, she felt, were out of control. She was confused on what to feel. Afraid of what’s to come? Mournful for her father? Desolate for her family’s loss? Anger at the Savages? Guilty for not killing the Savage sooner? The list could go on. Allania finally understood what it meant to lose someone.


    The Elora family had to keep living though, with Deldrach or not. They resumed their day to day jobs, but it wasn’t the same. Allania would work on the farm in the mornings, but hunt for Savages during the evening. She hated them. She thought of them as simply target practice for her archery.


    At the age of 42, during one of her hunts, she stumbled upon a small child. The child looked lost, afraid, misguided. Allania comforted Orianna, the child, and offered to take her in for a night. It was growing dark, the Elf didn’t want a young girl to wander out alone with Savages about. They returned to the Elora’s home. Once morning came around, Allie offered to bring Ori home, but quickly learned the young girl had no home. Of course, Allania took Ori in. To Allie, Ori was just like her own daughter; she treated her like one.


    Years passed, all was quiet. With Orianna in the family, things became more lively. Allie smiled and laughed more, her mother was glad to have something new in the family. Ashera passed away when Allania was 57 from old age and stress. The family wasn’t as distraught as when their father died; Ashera died a happy and peaceful one.


    It wasn’t until Allania turned 58 that they were forced to leave the farm. A sudden inflation of Savages appeared, and the risk of staying was too high. Allie insisted that the family leave; they gathered their things, and traveled by carriage to the Crownlands, where they sailed to Enris. Allania believed they could provide help to those defending the island.


    What is your character’s main goal?: To make a living in Enris, alongside her Orianna and sister. She hopes she can keep them safe and sustain a proper family. In addition, she wishes she can redeem herself for not being able to save her father and mother, by helping Meriel leave a prosperous life.


    Strengths: Allania is kind and upbeat with those she first meets. She cares deeply for her family and friends, making her loyal. In addition, she is courageous, fierce, and competitive. Years of physical labor have left her with a relatively strong upper body and high endurance.


    Weaknesses: Allania can have violent tendencies sometimes. She thinks violence is the solution to everything, and she has a short temper. Allie tends to be rather impulsive and overly dramatic. She’s very self-conscious and sensitive, and tends to be over emotional. Unfortunately, she’s not the smartest of the bunch.


    What is your character's personality?: When first met, she appears kind and humorous. Allania is caring and loyal, but is fierce and short-tempered. She tends to be impulsive and dramatic at times.


    Bonus Language:

    - Caro

    - Arturan


    Character Traits (up to 7 points worth):

    - Basic Farmer (3)

    - Toughness I (1)

    - Ranged Weapons Proficiency (1)

    - Barrage (1)

    - Savings I (1)

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    My IGN is 'Tiffosaur'. I am applying right now.
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    Out of Character Information

    IGN: Tiffosaur

    Do you wish to join our community Skype chat? If so, what is your Skype username?: Some of staff has me added on Skype, and I’d be willing to join the SG chat.

    Have you read and agreed to both the rules and the lore of the server?: I have done both, read and agreed to the rules and lore.

    What is the definition of “Powergaming”?: Powergaming is, in short, doing the impossible. Doing the impossible would include controlling another’s character or forcing an action on a character, being OP in general, etc.


    What is the definition of “Metagaming”?: Metagaming is when one has their character have knowledge they would not normally have, meaning they use sources from Out-of-Character to their advantage In-Character.


    What is the definition of “Roleplay”?: Roleplay is when one takes control of a character, and deciding their actions, feelings and thoughts.

    Who can use flymod, X-ray and other such clientsided mods?: Nobody.

    When are you allowed to cause the death of another character?: When the owner of the dying character agrees to letting their character die.

    When are you allowed to speak out of character?: When using the message system, in Out-of-Character chat, or using brackets around the OOC text.

    Do you have any previous RP experience, Minecraft or elsewhere?: I’ve roleplayed on many Minecraft servers - including Silver Gaming’s old servers - as well as on Skype, and as of recent, I’ve begun roleplaying on Tumblr. In addition to these, I’ve also done forum RP, such as the RWBY RPG forum RP.


    Character Information

    Name: Ellie (Eleanor) Oakley

    Age: 15

    Class: Swordsman/Miner

    Physical description: Ellie stands 5’6”, and she has auburn hair, in which she keeps tied up in a low ponytail, and her bangs fall over her right eye. Ellie has heterochromia iridum, so her left eye is light blue, whilst her right is a pale green. She appears to have a thin stature, giving off that she’s weak, but she is actually quite strong for her age. The young girl has fair skin, with freckles, although they can only be seen with close inspection. Her typical attire has a red and black/white complex, excluding the emerald green necklace she wears, which was given to her from her parents.

    Screen capture of your skin:(Clothing will often change)


    Biography:
    Eleanor Oakley was born to Emma and Herschel Oakley, a young, but rather successful family with two children already. She was - obviously - the youngest, having a two year age gap from the middle child, and a three year gap from their oldest. Unknown to Ellie, her older sister, Serra, did not have the same father as her - though it didn’t matter to her when she did find out, either way Serra was, and would remain, her sister. Ellie and her family lived in Cape Town, a small, but successful and healthy, city. Her family was more than content with each other, and Eleanor grew up healthy and strong, and there was no doubt that she would take on her father’s blacksmithing, just as her siblings were doing. But worse came to worse, and their grandparents - on their mother’s side of the family - asked for assistance on their barn and farm in a small village just a little west from Cape Town.


    Due to the fact that Eleanor was still young, and her siblings had already begun practicing the art of blacksmithing, their parents decided to send the young girl instead of her other two siblings. She was excited, to say in the least. She had been yearning for something new- adventure was something she always looked forward to. And so she was sent away at a young age to be taken care of by her grandparents- she had only been 7, but she was bigger and smarter for her age. Although, before she left, her parents gave her a green emerald necklace, in which she treasured for many years. When she arrived to the new village, she was ecstatic. Not only was it absolutely beautiful, there was a lot of places for her to explore - although it was quite dangerous. Her grandparents were always kind for her, and she only had to really work for a year or two. Then her grandmother - a specialist in farming - was able to run the farm on her own, with help from Ellie every now and then. But by the time she was 9, her priorities were set on something else.

    Her grandfather’s work was something she found more interesting than simply tending to crops and farm animals. A raised and heavy pickaxe slamming into rocks to find ores and materials - almost like a treasure hunt to Ellie - seemed much more interesting. And so she asked her grandpa to teach her how to. At first, he declined, stating that she was much too small and weak to do the laboring work, much to her dismay. Due to the fact that she was still young, she was rather naive, and so she believed the only way to get strong was to learn how to fight. She went around the village, asking only guards, at first, to teach her how to wield and fight with a sword. Of course, they all simply laughed and brushed her off- no 9 year old should know how to wield a sword, they believed. But Eleanor was a stubborn one. She believed that her age was the only reason why they would not teach her, so she waited until her 10th birthday. And then she went around asking again. Once again, they all declined. The young girl was extremely disheartened by this, but a young woman - Scarlet - saw potential with Ellie, and decided to take the girl under her wing, teaching her how to fight. They began with bodybuilding- Eleanor would need to get physically stronger first before she would actually wield a sword. Her days were typically all the same- Wake up, breakfast, do her farm chores, then go meet Scarlet and eat lunch with her, then go back home for dinner and do some free time things, like reading or drawing.

    When her 11th birthday came around, her grandfather was getting older, and he was slowly being unable to work in the mines. He decided to teach Eleanor, so when he was unable to, she would take his place. She was excited at first, glad that she’d be able to do something adventurous - at least what she thought was adventurous. But she found that it was actually tiring, but in order to help out her grandfather, she continued the work. Not long after teaching Ellie, her grandfather became bedridden with a bad illness. She - like she promised - took his place in the mines, but at the same time, she continued her practicing with her swordsman tutor. Life was steadily becoming harder for her and her grandmother. Alongside her worrying for her grandpa, Eleanor was always busy, whether it be farm work, mining, or practicing her sword skills, but Ellie didn’t mind. She was occupied and helping her family out, that was all she really would ask for. But hope for her grandfather surviving the horrid illness was slim.

    Othello Young, the village’s main doctor, had been taking care of the older man. It was expensive, no doubt, but Ellie’s work, in addition to her grandmother’s, was enough to pay for it. But not long after her 12th birthday, her grandfather passed away. She was truly saddened about it, and she fell into a depressed state. She continued her regular routine, but she wasn’t as active as she usually was about it. But Thera, the first and close to only friend she had made when she arrived at the village, saw that Ellie was no longer as lively as she used to be. The older girl decided to try and cheer her up; from giving her books, showing her Thera’s own creations, to showcasing her archery skills. It took a month before Eleanor was back to herself - though she was still sad, she never showed it. Thera became a thing in her life, and the two became quick friends, both having an interest for some type of combat. Ellie’s everyday life changed. Her grandmother had settled down, being much too old for farm work. But Eleanor was too busy with her mining job and sword training to work on the farm, so the farm was simply sold to the mayor of the village, and given to another farmer. Ellie and her grandmother bought a new house to live in, although they wouldn’t be staying for too long.

    Eleanor’s life was the same for several years. She grew closer to Thera, became stronger day by day, learned how to wield her sword properly, and continued to work for her and her grandmother’s funds. But all things come to an end, and that included her grandmother, as well as Scarlet. Her grandmother passed away from old age, and Ellie was not surprised; it was expected to happen soon. But still, her 15 year old self fell into depression. Scarlet, much to Ellie’s dismay, had some family that needed her aid, and left the young girl, adding to her already downhill life. Thera tried to cheer her up once again, and it worked, but Eleanor would forever be sad about her grandparents death. Of course she needed to inform her family, and she wasn’t exactly old enough to be on her own, so she packed the necessities, and said her goodbyes to the people of the village, which she had grown close to. Saying goodbye to Thera was the hardest- she was the closest thing Ellie had left in the village, so the goodbye did not go by without tears being shed. After saying her farewells, she traveled back to Cape Town. But as she arrived, she found that her mother, sister and father were no longer there. At first she panicked, but her brother quickly calmed her, informing her that they both had gone to Roland’s Field. With a grin, Ellie stated she would go; adventure was always something she looked forward to. The travel there took her mind off her grandparents deaths, and she looked forward to seeing her family once again.

    What is your character’s main goal?: Eleanor is seeking adventure, she always is; that’s her main goal. But a secondary goal, that she believes will quickly be solved, is finding her mother and sister to inform them that her grandparents have passed away. Besides that, she wants to continue to get stronger with her swordsmanship and again, have an adventurous life.

    Strengths: Beginning with, Eleanor is very responsible, despite her age. A majority of her life was - more or less - governed by herself, with a little help from her grandparents and Scarlet. That being said, she’s also very independent, but that doesn’t necessarily mean she dislikes being around people. Ellie has a high sense of moral justice, meaning she’s always seeking to do good duties, to the point where she will, even if it’s not in her place to do so, do the good deeds. The auburn haired girl will always be someone another can lean on; she’s dependable and serious - when need be. She always cares deeply for those around her; she will put family first, friends second, and herself last. Physically, Ellie is very strong, have been training for several years and working in the mines. She has high endurance, and quick reflexes, having to need them while working in the mines.

    Weaknesses: Although Eleanor may seen responsible, at the very same time, she can be very ignorant and childish. She acts naive, although she was heavily hit by her grandparents’ death. She is great at hiding her emotions, but this is a weakness, for she is most effective and helpful when she is in high moods, and no one is there to cheer her up if she isn’t seen being sad. In addition, Eleanor is much too confident for her own good. That being said, Ellie can be rather reckless at times, for she believes herself to be able to do anything just because she’s strong and can wield a sword. She tends to go beyond what needs to be done, such as learning to become a swordsman to simply become a miner as well. Physically, Eleanor doesn’t have the best of eyesight. She cannot see too far, which often became a problem when sparring or fighting against rangers or something of the like.


    In-Character-Responses

    Due a recent accident, you wander the dark quiet streets of the town with a broken ankle trying to make your way home:
    Eleanor leaned against the alleyway wall, a hand covering her mouth to muffle small cries of pain with each step she took. She had certainly felt worse, but nonetheless, every injury hurt. She made small movements, trying to avoid moving her broken ankle, but with each time she moved it, a wince was accompanied with it. A small training accident had caused the injury, and Thera wasn’t there to help her; Ellie had left the village Thera resided in. She missed the older girl dearly, but there wasn’t much she could do about it now. Continuing on limping, she slowly made her way through the empty streets, silently hoping she’d find an inn or something of the sort.

    In a tavern, a stranger threatens you to fight him/her:
    Ellie rolled her eyes, twirling her glass of tea in her hand. She gave the stranger a pointed look, him being quite obviously drunk, and oblivious as to what he was saying. Already with a clenched fist, brown orbs stared into her multi-colored ones. “You wouldn’t have a chance,” she taunted, and he raised a fist. But she was there, a knee planted firmly against his groin, ready to apply pressure if need be, and her hand motioning to the sword she had hidden on her back by her bag. He mumbled an apology, pulling back from the victorious girl and slinking back into his seat. With a satisfied smirk, the young girl left the tavern, whistling a small tune.

    Your superior asks for a favour you would have problem doing:
    Staring at her grandfather lying in his bed, near death, was... Terrifying, to say the least. Eleanor loved her grandfather dearly, loved her whole family, so to lose one like this was more than depressing. The elder motioned her forward, and she followed; it was only respectful to follow your elder’s orders. At first, there was no noise. His lips moved, but nothing came out. And then she moved closer and heard it. “Ye’ keep that lovely wife of mine alive, alright?” She knew that it’d be impossible; everything died eventually, but she nodded. She would try her best; she planned on doing that anyways. The following day, her grandfather passed away, and she cried, but she followed that order the best she could. She pushed herself beyond the limit several times for her grandmother, but years passed, and her grandmother passed along as well. She, of course, couldn’t complete her grandfather’s final request of her.


    Lore Questions

    List three causes for the fall of the Empiracle:
    1. Their economy was failing.
    2. They lost the Dividing War
    3. Vaerdezzio withdrew from the Empire

    Who is proposing an expedition to the western lands?: The Braxian Overlord.

    Where is the expedition to be launched from?: Roland’s Field.

    Questions or comments?: Tiffs back baby. B) (Or hopefully. Its possible I’ll get rejected. D:)
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    posted a message on THE ANERIAN CHRONICLES [RP][Airships][Classes][Player-Driven-Story][Extensive Lore]
    IGN: Tiffosaur
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    Character Information

    Name: Scarlette Herrick

    Age: 23

    Class: Laborer

    Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellery

    Physical description: Scarlette has dark brown hair. Her bangs fall and spike over her left eye, whilst the rest of it drapes and curls over her left shoulder. She is always wearing a blue scarf, which her mother gave to her. Her eyes are bright green and full of creativity, and they always seem to be darting around in curiosity. She appears weak, but is actually rather strong. She wears a long-sleeved white shirt, aswell as a sleeveless button up black shirt over it. Scarlette’s clothing also consist of black pants and dark brown shoes. She has a dark brown bag wrapped around her left thigh, which she keeps her necessities in. Scarlette stands 5’7”.

    Screen capture of your skin:


    Biography:

    Scarlette was born to Arthur and Lea Herrick, and she was born with a brother who was 5 years older than her. This brother of hers’ name was Arkacesis. Scarlette never had a close relationship with anyone in her family besides her mother, Lea. Arthur spent most of his time running the factory, while Ark spent his time observing their father. This led to Scarlette being left with her mother in the highest floors of the factory.

    Scarlette was treated well by her mother, and she never asked for more. The young girl treasured any moment she could with her older brother, and even more with her father. Scarlette grew up secluded from the outsides of the factory, and spent most of her time alone in her room. The room was rather bland, leaving Scarlette with little things to do. But she was able to compromise. She hated being bored, so she always found a way to make a ruckus and be mischievous. Of course, she didn’t do this just because she was bored, but she wanted attention; attention from her family.

    As Scarlette aged, her mother became more and more religious. Scarlette was only five when this truly affected her. Lea had rushed into her room and swiftly picked her up. Scarlette didn’t question her actions, albeit she was surprised, and simply savored the feeling of being carried by her mother. But Scarlette was even more shocked when she found herself on an airship, going towards the Capital.

    Scarlette was so happy, she didn’t even notice the sad and worried expression on Lea’s face. Scarlette found herself at the church, while still in her mother’s arms. Scarlette doesn’t remember much of the dialogue exchanged, but Scarlette was being adopted by another person. Lea felt that Scarlette deserved a better life than spending the rest of it in the secluded factory. The five-year old at the time didn’t understand what was going on, so she happily accepted the blue scarf and teddy bear her mother gave her. Scarlette recognized the stuffed animal to be her brother’s, so her eyes lit up when she saw it being given to her. The blue scarf her mother gave her was something she’d never let leave her side.

    Scarlette watched as the Capital disappeared into the distance. The family she had been given to had decided to leave the Capital, for the life there was not of their favoring. She arrived on a small island, aswell as a small village on it. Her new father, Joesph, was a blacksmith, and he had been good friends with Lea. Joseph was a good man, as many would say. His wife, Loretta, on the other hand, wasn’t as nice as he was. The woman never wanted children, so when she saw Scarlette, she instantly disliked the child.

    Growing up on this new island was bad. Loretta had turned to abusing Scarlette, which Scarlette didn’t mind. In fact, she enjoyed it. Scarlette was happy because her family was recognizing and acknowledging the fact that she was there. But as she grew, she realized the odd feeling she felt whenever she was hit was pain, and it wasn’t too pleasant. Scarlette had learned to read when she was young, and she loved books. But in each fairy tale, the parents had shown compassion and kindness to the children, so the fact that her mother treated her the way she did really hurt Scarlette.

    Her social life was no better than her life at home. Attending the village school, Scarlette was often picked on for her strangeness. Being secluded for five years, she wasn’t exactly sure how to act around other children. Her social life didn’t affect her personality much. It was really the books that swayed her personality. Because of her books, Scarlette believed that helping people and kindness was the key thing to life, so despite whoever picked on her, she remained strong and helped them when they needed it.

    Scarlette was 16 when Joseph passed away. A few bandits of the type had attempted to raid the village, but many strong men and women, like Joseph, fought them, and won. But with this victory took Joseph’s life. It wasn’t too soon after that Loretta fell ill also. She cursed at Scarlette on her death bed, stating, “If we hadn’t taken you in, we wouldn’t have come here. And my husband would still be alive. Curse you child. May your soul burn in the deepest depths of hell!”

    Those words stuck with Scarlette, but she continued to be the kind girl she was. Now on her own, Scarlette strived to find work. At first, she moved to working as a merchant’s assistant, but she found no joy in that. She then moved onto working on a farm. She stayed there for 2 years before deciding to find a better paying job. Scarlette was now of viable age to work under the guards. She didn’t want to join the guards, but she wanted to learn how to protect herself. So if something like bandits ever happened again, she wanted to be there to fight and if she were to die, die with honor just as Joseph did.

    Scarlette trained for months, but she found herself to only be good with a rapier, which wasn’t really made for real combat. Thus the guards decided they did not need her. Scarlette went back to working on the farm, but she also practiced with her rapier. Scarlette was 22 when she decided she wanted to liven up her life. Gathering her most precious things, she brought her scarf, Ark's stuffed animal, a drawing of her real family, and some other necessities, she knew where she wanted to go.

    She wanted to go back to her homeland; The Capital.

    What is your character’s main goal?: Scarlette doesn’t have a main goal, besides livening up her life. She strives to find a goal though. Scarlette wants to die with an honorable death, as Joseph did, for she believes people will recognize her finally. She also wants to find her older brother, Arkacesis.

    Strengths: Scarlette is a very kind person; she will try to help anyone in need. Scarlette wants to help people because she wants them to take notice to her. She is a very courageous person, going to any extent to gain honor in some kind of way. Scarlette is relatively strong, which she uses her strength for work only, but her true strength remain inside her head. She is a bookworm, and rather smart. Scarlette believes that intelligence is the key to everything. Scarlette also knows how to sew things, and she has an idea of how to use a rapier, but she isn’t good with it.

    Weaknesses: Scarlette has suicidal tendencies, as she believes having an honorable death is important, as Joseph died an honorable one. Despite wanting to help people, there are certain situations where she has no idea what to do though, from her years of being secluded. Scarlette is rather clumsy, and she is easily embarrassed. Scarlette can be rather impulsive at times. Scarlette isn't very athletic, and she loses her breath easily, despite the laboring work she's done. She has relatively bad hearing, which is why she prefers reading over talking to people. She doesn't know how to fight, besides the basics of a rapier. She is easily swayed and manipulated by people, despite the trust issues she has.

    Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which?:
    Baeshra ; Arkacesis Herrick - Scarlette’s Older Brother

    In-Character-Responses

    Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
    Scarlette does the first thing she can think of; charge. She runs from her spot and tackles one of the men to the ground, which grabs the other’s attention. “Hey! What the hell?!” The other man growls, going to pluck Scarlette off of his partner. Scarlettes rolls quickly off of him and pushes the kid. “Run!” She screams at the child. Nodded quickly, the child stumbles off. Scarlette begins to run off, but someone grabs her arm and she’s pushed to the ground, with her arm twisted painfully behind her back. She yelps loudly. “Now looky here, lass. We ain’t thinkin’ bout doing anythin’ bad to ‘er. Just take a few coins, and be on our way. But you just let ‘er go, and I certainly hear a bunch of coins in this bag of yours.” A grin flashed on the man’s face as his eyes trailed to her thigh, where her bag was located. “Pervert.” Scarlette spat at him. Just as the man was about to hit her, a guard tackled him to the ground. Scarlette slowly got up, rubbing her arm and grinning as she watched the scene unfold.

    A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
    Scarlette looks at him wearily for a few moments. It sure as hell would liven up her life, but she certainly couldn’t just trust this man. “No thank you, sire. I have a, uhm,” She paused. “Family to look after.” She said with a nod. The man nodded his head, understanding. “Ye’ have good luck with yer’ family then, lass.”

    You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
    Scarlette takes one look at the old man, then pulls out a loaf of bread and quickly hands it to him. She then proceeds to take out some of her gold coins and give it to him.

    In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
    Scarlette turns to the man. “I had two mothers. Depending on which one you are speaking of, I agree and disagree.” Scarlette chuckles as she watches him down a drink. “... Interesting people here...” She says quietly under her breath as she leaves the tavern.

    You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
    Scarlette glances at the necklace, before continuing on her way. She lifts her blue scarf up and covers her mouth, lowering her head as she does.

    Do you have any questions about the server or our lore?: nop.

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    posted a message on THE ANERIAN CHRONICLES [RP][Airships][Classes][Player-Driven-Story][Extensive Lore]
    IGN: Tiffosaur
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    Character Information

    Name: Scarlette Herrick

    Age: 23

    Class: Laborer

    Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellery

    Physical description: Scarlette has relatively spiky brown hair. Her bangs fall over her left eye, whilst the rest of it drapes over her left shoulder. She is always wearing a blue scarf, which her mother gave to her. Her eyes are bright green and full of creativity, and they always seem to be darting around in curiosity. She appears weak, but is actually rather strong. She wears a long-sleeved white shirt, aswell as a short-sleeved button up black shirt over it. Scarlette’s clothing also consist of black pants and dark brown shoes. She has a dark brown bag wrapped around her left thigh, which she keeps her necessities in.

    Screen capture of your skin: WIP

    Biography:

    Scarlette was born to Arthur and Lea Herrick, and she was born with a brother who was 5 years older than her. This brother of hers’ name was Arkacesis. Scarlette never had a close relationship with anyone in her family besides her mother, Lea. Arthur spent most of his time running the factory, while Ark spent his time observing their father. This led to Scarlette being left with her mother in the highest floors of the factory.

    Scarlette was treated well by her mother, and she never asked for more. The young girl treasured any moment she could with her older brother, and even more with her father. Scarlette grew up secluded from the outsides of the factory, and spent most of her time alone in her room. The room was rather bland, leaving Scarlette with little things to do. But she was able to compromise. She hated being bored, so she always found a way to make a ruckus and be mischievous. Of course, she didn’t do this just because she was bored, but she wanted attention; attention from her family.

    As Scarlette aged, her mother became more and more religious. Scarlette was only five when this truly affected her. Lea had rushed into her room and swiftly picked her up. Scarlette didn’t question her actions, albeit she was surprised, and simply savored the feeling of being carried by her mother. But Scarlette was even more shocked when she found herself on an airship, going towards the Capital.

    Scarlette was so happy, she didn’t even notice the sad and worried expression on Lea’s face. Scarlette found herself at the church, while still in her mother’s arms. Scarlette doesn’t remember much of the dialogue exchanged, but Scarlette was being adopted by another person. Lea felt that Scarlette deserved a better life than spending the rest of it in the secluded factory. The five-year old at the time didn’t understand what was going on, so she happily accepted the blue scarf and teddy bear her mother gave her. Scarlette recognized the stuffed animal to be her brother’s, so her eyes lit up when she saw it being given to her. The blue scarf her mother gave her was something she’d never let leave her side.

    Scarlette watched as the Capital disappeared into the distance. The family she had been given to had decided to leave the Capital, for the life there was not of their favoring. She arrived on a small island, aswell as a small village on it. Her new father, Joesph, was a blacksmith, and he had been good friends with Lea. Joseph was a good man, as many would say. His wife, Loretta, on the other hand, wasn’t as nice as he was. The woman never wanted children, so when she saw Scarlette, she instantly disliked the child.

    Growing up on this new island was bad. Loretta had turned to abusing Scarlette, which Scarlette didn’t mind. In fact, she enjoyed it. Scarlette was happy because her family was recognizing and acknowledging the fact that she was there. But as she grew, she realized the odd feeling she felt whenever she was hit was pain, and it wasn’t too pleasant. Scarlette had learned to read when she was young, and she loved books. But in each fairy tale, the parents had shown compassion and kindness to the children, so the fact that her mother treated her the way she did really hurt Scarlette.

    Her social life was no better than her life at home. Attending the village school, Scarlette was often picked on for her strangeness. Being secluded for five years, she wasn’t exactly sure how to act around other children. Her social life didn’t affect her personality much. It was really the books that swayed her personality. Because of her books, Scarlette believed that helping people and kindness was the key thing to life, so despite whoever picked on her, she remained strong and helped them when they needed it.

    Scarlette was 16 when Joseph passed away. A few bandits of the type had attempted to raid the village, but many strong men and women, like Joseph, fought them, and won. But with this victory took Joseph’s life. It wasn’t too soon after that Loretta fell ill also. She cursed at Scarlette on her death bed, stating, “If we hadn’t taken you in, we wouldn’t have come here. And my husband would still be alive. Curse you child. Make your soul burn in the depths of hell!”

    Those words stuck with Scarlette, but she continued to be the kind girl she was. Now on her own, Scarlette strived to find work. At first, she moved to working as a merchant’s assistant, but she found no joy in that. She then moved onto working on a farm. She stayed there for 2 years before deciding to find a better paying job. Scarlette was now of viable age to work under the guards. She didn’t want to join the guards, but she wanted to learn how to protect herself. So if something like bandits ever happened again, she wanted to be there to fight and if she were to die, die with honor just as Joseph did.

    Scarlette trained for months, but she found herself to only be good with a rapier, which wasn’t really made for real combat. Thus the guards decided they did not need her. Scarlette went back to working on the farm, but she also practiced with her rapier. Scarlette was 22 when she decided she wanted to liven up her life.

    She wanted to go back to her homeland; The Capital.

    What is your character’s main goal?: Scarlette doesn’t have a main goal, besides livening up her life. She strives to find a goal though. Scarlette wants to die with an honorable death, as Joseph did.

    Strengths: Scarlette is a very kind person; she will try to help anyone in need. Scarlette wants to help people because she wants them to take notice to her. She is a very courageous person, going to any extent to gain honor in some kind of way. Scarlette is relatively strong, but her strengths remain inside her head. She is a bookworm, and rather smart. She doesn’t trust people easily, but she will do a lot to help them. Scarlette also knows how to sew things.

    Weaknesses: Scarlette believes that she should die an honorable death, just like her father did, leading her to do things to a crazy extent. Despite wanting to help people, there are certain situations where she has no idea what to do though, from her years of being secluded. Scarlette is rather clumsy, and she is easily embarrassed. Scarlette can be rather impulsive at times.

    Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which?:
    Baeshra ; Arkacesis Herrick - Scarlette’s Older Brother

    In-Character-Responses

    Walking down the streets of the Capital, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
    Scarlette does the first thing she can think of; charge. She runs from her spot and tackles one of the men to the ground, which grabs the other’s attention. “Hey! What the hell?!” The other man growls, going to pluck Scarlette off of his partner. Scarlettes rolls quickly off of him and pushes the kid. “Run!” She screams at the child. Nodded quickly, the child stumbles off. Scarlette begins to run off, but someone grabs her arm and she’s pushed to the ground, with her arm twisted painfully behind her back. She yelps loudly. “Now looky here, lass. We ain’t thinkin’ bout doing anythin’ bad to ‘er. Just take a few coins, and be on our way. But you just let ‘er go, and I certainly hear a bunch of coins in this bag of yours.” A grin flashed on the man’s face as his eyes trailed to her thigh, where her bag was located. “Pervert.” Scarlette spat at him. Just as the man was about to hit her, a guard tackled him to the ground. Scarlette slowly got up, rubbing her arm and grinning as she watched the scene unfold.

    A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
    Scarlette looks at him wearily for a few moments. It sure as hell would liven up her life, but she certainly couldn’t just trust this man. “No thank you, sire. I have a, uhm,” She paused. “Family to look after.” She said with a nod. The man nodded his head, understanding. “Ye’ have good luck with yer’ family then, lass.”

    You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
    Scarlette takes one look at the old man, then pulls out a loaf of bread and quickly hands it to him. She then proceeds to take out some of her gold coins and give it to him.

    In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
    Scarlette turns to the man. “I had two mothers. Depending on which one you are speaking of, I agree and disagree.” Scarlette chuckles as she watches him down a drink. “... Interesting people here...” She says quietly under her breath as she leaves the tavern.

    You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
    Scarlette glances at the necklace, before continuing on her way. She lifts her blue scarf up and covers her mouth, lowering her head as she does.

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    IGN: Tiffosaur


    Character Information

    Name: Alena Cleo

    Age: 23

    Class: Laboror

    Citizen of the Chancellory or a member of the Medori?: Citizen of the Chancellory

    Physical description: Alena has deep rose red hair. Her bangs fall over her left eye, and go down her back. Alena’s right eye is red, while her left is silver. Her eyes were naturally these two colors. Alena prefers to wear dark colors, but she’ll wear anything, really. As long as it doesn’t reveal too much. She stands 5’7”, and weighs about 106 lb. She has a sheath for her sword, which is at her side.

    Screen capture of your skin: tiffeh be workin’ on teh skien

    Biography:
    Alena was born to Celia and Curt Cleo. Her parents were the nicest anyone could ask for. Alena was an only child for three years, and then her parents had another child. Alena was now the older sister of her parent’s son. Alena didn’t have many problems for the first six years of her life, but a couple months after her sixth birthday, her father disappeared. After the guards searched for some time, they had found that he was murdered at his smith.
    Alena was impacted greatly upon this, but her mother took most of the hit. Her mother would always fake her emotions from that point on. She wasn’t as bright, but she would still smile. Her face was always filled with sadness. As Alena’s body slowly understood the reality of life, her mind took it in another way. At first, it was one voice, and just a faint whisper. ‘Destroy...’ Alena would always dismiss the voice, and simply act as if it wasn’t there. But as Alena grew, the voice became louder and more apparent. It became harder to ignore the voice.

    Alena was 9 when she first let the voice influence her actions. She had been hiding in her room as the leader of their home yelled at Alena’s mother. “What do you mean you can’t pay for your housing?! I’ve given you half a year now to pay off the debts!” Alena’s hands were trembling in fear as she sat there, curled up in a ball. There was nothing she could, is what she thought. ‘Scare him off... Hurt him...’ Alena’s head perked up as the voice echoed through her head.

    “Hurt him...?” Alena mumbled under her breath. ‘Indeed. Hurt him... Alena Cleo, accept the darkness within yourself and use it to protect those around you...’ And with that, something clicked inside Alena. She was no longer an innocent little 9 year old. As a 9 year old, Alena didn’t understand true violence, but she understood what hurt. Taking a plant pot, she approached the man, her head lowered. She raised the pot over her head, then yelled, “Leave!” And with that, she threw it at the man. The feeling of the man yelping, and falling down in pain was extravagant to Alena. The feeling of hurting someone that hurt one of your loved ones.

    Alena grabbed the closest thing to her, which was a book, then repeatedly hit the man. “Leave! Leave! Go away!” She screamed at him in anger and joy. After a moment of shock, the man pushed Alena to the ground and got up. Running to the door, he looked back and screamed at Alena’s mother, “You and that child are to leave this village by tomorrow!” Despite the consequences of what Alena did, Alena’s mother didn’t get mad at Alena.

    The next day, Alena and her family boarded an airship, which was going to a distant island. As Alena took a seat while the airship was in motion, her voice spoke to her again. ‘Alena Cleo, do you accept the darkness within you?’ The voice was soothing to Alena, despite its creepy lack of emotion in its voice. ‘Do you?’ It was a different voice in her head this time. And before Alena knew it, she had a lot more than two voices in her head. Alena was unsure of what to answer, but it was too late to turn back. She had already begun to be consumed by the darkness.

    As they arrived at the new village, Alena was also sent to a new school, of course. The children here were much more rough than her previous home. Alena always sat alone, not wanting to talk to anyone. In this new place, there had been a rumor of a girl named, ‘Alena’. The rumor had began small in her previous village, and then spreaded to the one Alena was at. “A child who brings nothing of misfortune,” is what they had said. But not a month after that, it was changed to, “A red eye stands for a child of misfortune.” Alena was often avoided and hated on for this new nickname of hers. ‘A child of of misfortune. I like that.’ A chuckled softly in her head.

    Alena was 11 when she met her first friend. By this time, Alena had been fully enveloped into the darkness. As Alena stepped out of her school building, she looked around, contemplating. ‘Home with that fake mother of yours...? Or to that place only you know of, Alena?’ A female voice asked in Alena’s head. Alena lowered her head, turning around as she moved to walk around the school building. As she began to enter the forest, she heard a faint shriek, then laughter of males.

    Alena froze on the spot. Slowly, she turned her head. There, two young girls were on the ground, while there were two classmates surrounding them. They were laughing, pointing at the two girls. “Haha! Can’t get up without that friend of yours, eh?” One of them mocked. Alena took a step closer, inspecting the scene more. She took notice that one of the young girls had hit her head and was most likely unconscious. The other girl remained silent. Alena felt a sudden need to help. She didn’t know why. ‘No, no Alena! Back off, you can’t do anything!’ Her first voice, also known as Jack, screamed at Alena inside her head. A small smile creeped upon Alena’s face as Jack said this, though.

    ‘Defiance is like the darkness, is it not?’ Alena asked the voices in her head. Alena picked up a large stick from the forest, and slowly crept up behind the boys. Raising the stick, she whacked it against one boy. The swing was fast and hard. The impact caused the boy to fall and hit his head on the ground. The other boy turned to Alena, gritting her teeth. The boy was larger than Alena, but Alena gave no absolute craps. “What the... You little...!” The boy growled under his breath, and then threw a punch at Alena’s face. She was a little dazed by the throw, but she quickly scrambled up. ‘Hit his groin, girl!’ A female voice commanded Alena. Lowering her head, she charged at the boy’s downer area. They both fell to the ground.

    As Alena got up, a little dizzy, she noticed the boy was curled up on the ground, clutching his lower area. Turning around, Alena knelt down by the blonde haired girl, who was now sitting against a tree. “Uhm.. Are... Are you okay...?” Alena asked slowly. A strange feeling welled up inside her as she spoke to the girl. She nodded a bit. “Can you, uhm, walk...?” The girl looked down at the ground, then back up at Alena, shaking her head. Alena sighed a bit, troubled on what to do.

    “I’ll... I’ll go get a teacher...” Alena said quietly, turning her back to the young girl. Rushing into the school, she entered her classroom. Alena never spoke in class, so it was quite a surprise to her teacher when Alena asked for help. “Alena... What happened to your face...?” Her teacher asked. Alena simply shook her head, and sighed. “J-Just... Come with me...” She said quietly. Reluctantly, the teacher followed.

    After this event, Alena still didn’t have any friends, but she would often notice the girl she had saved glancing at her. Alena, one day, decided to approach the girl. Alena had noticed that the girl’s friend wasn’t there to help her get up, and she was simply sitting in her seat. Having barely talk to anyone, she quietly said, “... H-Hey...” Her cheek was still slightly bruised from the punch she received. “Hello...” The girl greeted. “Are you okay? From last week?” Alena asked. The girl nodded. Alena sighed softly, beginning to turn around and leave. She wasn’t made for conversing with someone like this.

    “Th-Thank you...” Alena heard as she was walking. Turning around, she faced the girl. “Huh...?” Alena was a bit confused. ‘No ones said those two words to the girl in years!’ A voice laughed in her head, and then others joined. “Thank you for helping Jessica and I... I-I’m Sara, by the way...” The blondie claimed. Alena was a bit shocked, but she nodded slowly. “I’m, uh... I’m Alena...” And before she knew it, Alena was spending a lot of time with Sara. The two became best friends. As Alena grew closer with Sara, she took notice that many people began to avoid Sara. With this group was Jessica.

    As Alena had Sara on her back, she walked home. Jessica approached the two. “Sara... What are you doing?!” Jessica screamed at Sara. Alena turned to face Jessica. “Don’t you know who this girl is?!” Jessica growled, glaring at Alena. Alena remained silent, letting Jessica speak on. “This girl is a child of misfortune! She has a red eye and she’ll only bring sadness to you!” Alena sighed softly. “You’ll be cursed along with her, Sara!” Alena began to turn and walk away. Jessica continued to throw insults at the two, though. “I’m telling you! You’ll regret becoming friends with her!” Alena kept her back to Jessica, though. And just kept walking.

    The whole time, the two remained silent. Walking home in silence. ‘Will the girl leave Alena or stay with her?’ A voice wondered aloud in Alena’s head. Alena wanted to know, and the voices did as well. “I’ll leave you alone, if you want. You can go back to being friends with... Uh, whatever her name was.” Alena said quietly. Sara shook her head. “I don’t believe what they say about you,” Sara began. ‘So she’s heard the rumors about you.’ “Just because people say that you’re red eye is bad doesn’t mean I have to follow what they say.” Alena smiled a little as Sara said this. “Thank you...” Alena replied.

    Years passed and the two remained best friends. No troubles, besides bullying, was there for Alena. Well, at least until Alena was 14. Alena had just awoken from her cage of darkness. A place where she was engulfed in darkness, and only the voices were to speak to her. School was off for the day. Alena was feeling horrid, after what the voices had said to her. “Good morning, Sweetie...” Her mother greeted. Alena looked up at Celia, and saw right through her mother’s fake smile. Alena was mad. Something inside of her just got Alena extremely riled up. Alena simply turned away from her mother, going back to her room.

    Later that night, Alena left her room. Her voices were manipulating her. ‘The light she has is fake, so you have to destroy it,’ Is what they told Alena. And she was going to do just that. She held a sharp dagger in her hand. Entering her mother’s room, she saw that her mother was sitting at her desk. Alena showed no emotion as she said, “Mum.” Her mother turned around, eyes going wide as the dagger pierced her chest. Celia then fall to the ground, clutching at the dagger that sat in her chest. Blood spilled out from the wound.

    Alena stood there, screaming in horror inside her head as she watched from her cage. Alena grinned madly, kneeling down as her mother’s breathing stopped. Setting her fingers into her mother’s pool of blood, she brought her hand up to her face. She stared at the blood, saying quietly, “Moved from the light, I put you in your cage of darkness...”

    As Alena slowly realized what she did, she got up and rushed out of the house. For some odd reason, she didn’t cry. She just couldn’t. A day passed after the incident, and then Alena went home. She found the guards there, and her little brother, Keegan, holding back his tears. Alena lowered her head, and went to comfort Keegan. The guards questioned Alena. “Did you kill her?” The guards had asked. Alena immediately answered no, and just to make it seem like she didn’t, bursts into tears. Her brother shot the guards an angry look. Alena and her brother were to be put into the orphanage, but Sara’s family saved them from that fate.

    Sara’s family took the two in. Alena and Keegan were extremely grateful to them. Alena’s life went on the same. Alena vowed to keep her brother safe, as he was the only family she had left. Sara’s father was a blacksmith, so he took Keegan under his wing. Alena spent most of her time with Sara. Years passed, and Alena lived rather peaceful days, besides all the bullying. Alena decided to leave her current village, and go board a ship that was leaving for a place known as the Capital. Sara’s family thought it would be okay to send Sara along with Alena. Gathering the things they needed, the three proceeded to leave on an airship. ((Dangit. I didn’t get enough words in!))

    What is your character’s main goal?: To protect her ‘light’ and try to get out of the darkness. She also wants to keep her brother safe, and simply stay alive.

    Strengths: Alena has trained with a short-sword. Having many different personalities, she can be kind at times. She has wonderful hearing, and even better eyesight. She’s quite strong. Alena finished school, so she’s rather intelligent. She’s very good at keeping watch of her surroundings.

    Weaknesses: Alena has a strange weak spot for adorable animals like, kittens and bunnies. She never talks to people, unless its necessary. She’ll do anything for Sara, even sacrificing herself, if it means to keep Sara alive. Alena is a horrible cook, and can be quite awkward at times. Having many different personalities, while she can be kind, she can be cold. Alena is very sensitive when people talk about her red eye. Alena could be considered ‘insane’, in many different ways. She heard voices in her head, and has been caged by her own darkness. She has many negative thoughts. She is often influenced by the voices in her head. Alena can be impulsive, at times. There’s one specific voice, known as Jack, that torments her most. She is a rather light drinker.

    Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which?:
    xCreepyCreeper; Sara - Alena’s best friend

    In-Character-Responses
    Walking down the streets of the Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.

    Alena is reminded of when she first met Sara. Alena grits her teeth, confused on what to do. Sara was at home, waiting for Alena to come back from the market. Sighing softly, she grabbed her sword and proceeded to fight. Coming up from behind, she sends a blow to the back of one of the men, knocking him out. Growling, the other man turns around, drawing his sword. “Why, ye’ little brat!” The man growls, swinging his sword. Alena quickly moves her hand down, grabbing the blade of the sword, but it jabs her side and she winces. Raising her sword, she swings it at the man. It clangs off his armor, and then her sword falls from her hand. She falls to the ground, the wound being a lot worse than she expected. Her vision is blurry as she simply lays there. The man curses under his breath as guards run around the corner. ‘You’ve failed yourself and Sara, Alena Cleo.’ The voices whisper inside Alena’s head.


    A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
    Alena watches the man, an eyebrow raised. Sighing softly, she answers, “No thanks.” She begins to turn away. ‘Why do you reject him, girl?’ Jack asks her inside of her head. ‘Because I have other things I need to do. Other important things. Better than spending months on with a rat like him.’ Alena replies.
    You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.

    Alena simply chuckles at the sight of the old man. “You spend your life simply laying there and being useless. You’re weak and useless, and rely on those that work hard. You disgust me,” Alena growls, tossing a coin to the man. “But its also what keeps you alive.” The old man is confused at her words and then her odd action. “Ma-May Aneria guide you, child!” The man calls after Alena as she walks away.

    In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
    Alena looks at the man, chuckling softly. “Believe what you want,” Alena says. Getting up, she leaves the tavern.

    You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.

    Alena glances at the necklace. ‘I never knew you had a liking for jewelry, Alena.’ Jack says with a soft chuckle. Alena rolls her eyes, continue to walk, taking one last glance at the necklace as she walks by the woman.

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    The screenshots on the post have been removed from photobucket. I ask you re-upload them, perhaps?
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    posted a message on THE ANERIAN CHRONICLES [RP][Airships][Classes][Player-Driven-Story][Extensive Lore]
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    Huh, well ****­ you then. :3


    Rude.
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    posted a message on THE ANERIAN CHRONICLES [RP][Airships][Classes][Player-Driven-Story][Extensive Lore]
    I CLAIM THIS PAGE IN THE NAME OF TIFFOSAURUS REX
    This is my third character application. My previous character, Eleonore, is leaving the capital, along with her brother, Matthew. My apologies if the application isn’t as filled as my previous applications. Creating an application for a young character is quite difficult.

    IGN: Tiffosaur

    Character Information

    Name: Ava Cecile

    Age: 6

    Class: Craftsman (Can’t really make anything...)

    Citizen of the Chancellery or a member of the Medori?: Medori

    Physical description: Ava is a small girl, standing 3’8”. She has long blonde colored hair, and bright blue eyes. She likes to wear light colored type of clothing. Her hair is rather curly/wavy. She’s small, due to the fact that she’s a simply 6 year old.

    Screen capture of your skin:

    Biography:
    Ava was born to Lillian and Alexander Cecile. She had a sister, who was about 10 years older than her. Her sister disliked her, and was jealous of the attention she got from their parents. Ava’s family was a moderately rich one, at least for the area she lived in. She was born on a moderate sized island, which consisted of a village, at where Ava’s family and herself resided. The people in the village were kind, and Ava heavily inherited this trait from them. Growing up, for Ava, was a wonderful experience. She had time to spend with the sister that she loved, her parents that gave her life and the animals in the woods she adored.

    Ava was a spoiled child, a child spoiled with love. Everyone adored the small child, and she somewhat enjoyed it. Ava’s parents always believed that Katherine was the same as everyone else. Someone who adored and loved Ava, but Katie wasn’t. Katherine would always try to avoid Ava, and whenever their parents thought Katherine was watching Ava, Ava would sneak off to the woods to watch the animals. Katherine was also at the woods, but Kat was at the southern part. Ava spent a lot of her time in the woods, going there at least 2-3 times a day. There were no dangerous animals in the part that Ava explored, so Ava always came home safe.

    Ava’s life was great until she turned four and a half. Her mother had gotten extremely sick with a disease, unknown to the village. The Cecile family was a rather known family in the village, so everyone prayed that Lillian would be fine. Alexander would always be at Lillian’s side, so Ava was left in Katherine’s care. As time passed, Lillian spent a lot of her sick time simply sewing things. During this time, Lillian stitched together a teddy bear for Ava, calling the bear ‘Alex’. Half a year later, Lillian passed away. Ava was young, and didn’t understand the concept of death yet, so she was told that her mother was sleeping. Ava was a very gullible child, so she believed it. Alexander became extremely depressed at their mother’s death. Alex wasn’t the loving parent he use to be. He would always yell at Ava’s older sister, and Ava could do nothing about it. She would sit there and cry as she watched her father yell at Katherine.

    Ava watched as Alex beat Katherine, feeling horrid as she couldn’t do anything. Although, Katherine always appeared to not be hurt by the beatings. The family’s reputation was tarnished as rumors began to spread about Alex’s beating. Ava, one day, decided she’d had enough of simply Katherine getting hit. As Alex raised his hand to hit Katie, Ava jumped in front of it, and was hit by Alex for the first time. Katherine, enraged, began to fight back. Their father nearly died that night. Katherine, along with Ava, decided to leave their home island, and head off to the Capital, in which Katie had heard rumors about.

    What is your character’s main goal?: Ava doesn’t have a real goal, besides staying with her sister, Katherine.

    Strengths: Ava has no real physical advantages, but she has a positive personality. She’ll always try to enlighten the mood, and keep things going. She can be a rather hyper person when she’s in a comfortable place. When Ava is nervous or scared, she tends to talk in third person, which will sometimes make people laugh. Ava can be a polite girl, as she uses ‘miss,’ ‘mister,’ and the like.

    Weaknesses: Ava can’t do much as a 6 year old. Ava, often, will remain quiet, unless she’s in a comfortable place. She gets very attached to people, and is very gullible. She’s a very small and weak girl, and she doesn’t understand the true horrors of reality. She’s a very innocent girl, that is very prone to being tainted. Ava is easily frightened by things, and has a specific fear of the Bodychanger. She has a weakness for animals, and refuses to eat any meat. Ava treasures her teddy bear, Alex, and will do anything to keep him safe.

    Does your character have any connections to currently-existing characters or characters yet to be accepted? If so, which?:
    HydraliskJohn; Katherine Cecile - Ava’s Older Sister

    In-Character-Responses

    Walking down the streets of the Capitol, you encounter a pair of heavily armed and armoured men harassing a young girl.
    Ava looks around, hugging her teddy bear tightly. The girl was older than herself, so what could she possibly do to help...? As she begins to panic, Ava can feel tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Spotting a guard, she runs over, grabbing his hand and trying to pull him over. Confused, the guard reluctantly follows the girl. “Hey kid, what are you doing?” The guard asks in his gruff voice, not noticing the scene yet. “Over there!” Ava cries out, pointing towards the two men and young girl. As the guard finally notices, he readies his sword and begins to take action.


    A man approaches you with promises of fortune abroad if you join the crew of his airships. How do you react, and why?
    Ava stares up at the tall man. She looks around her, wondering where her sister has wandered off to. “Uhm...” Ava takes a step back as she stares at the man. “N-No, uhm, no thank you... Sire...” She stutters, before turning away and running off, afraid of the man.

    You pass an old man lying on the side of the street, begging for food.
    Ava is walking along the street with her older sister, Katherine. Ava is holding onto the side of Katherine’s shirt. As she sees the man, she tugs on Katie’s shirt. “Katie, can we give him food? He looks really really hungry...” Ava asks. Katie sighs, setting a hand on her head, then says, “Ava, we barely have any food ourselves...” Ava pouts, crossing her arms. Looking up at Katherine, she tries to make the saddest face she can. “Pleeaasee?” Ava asks again. Katie then sighs, and says, “Fine...” Ava smiles as Katherine gives in, and goes to give the man the food with her sister.

    In a tavern, a slightly inebriated fellow insults your mother.
    Ava tilts her head at the man, grabbing onto Katherine’s shirt in slight fear. “Uhm, mister, I-I don’t know what that means...” Ava says quietly, taking a step behind Katherine, as to hide herself. “Tch, stupid kid.” The man insults Ava this time, instead of her mother. Ava hides behind Katie, whimpering quietly. Katherine sighs and takes Ava’s hand, saying quietly, “Let’s go...” As they turn to leave, she pulls out a small iron shiv and throws it at the man’s glass of beer. Ava doesn’t notice, as she’s already nearly skipping out of the building. The glass shatters all over the man and Katherine calmly walks out, following Ava.

    You take a liking to a beautiful necklace a passing woman wears.
    Ava stares in awe at the necklace. Letting go of Katie’s hand, she approaches the lady, tugging on her shirt. The lady looks down at Ava, kneeling down. “Hey there, can I help you?” The lady ask with a smile. Pointing to the necklace, Ava exclaims, “It's pretty!” The lady’s smile grows, and Ava runs back to Katherine, giggling.

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