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 Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 9:44 pm
This thread is open posting for any wishing to apply a character for RP. All applications on this thread are being reviewed by the Application Moderators for PM discussion. Players are welcome to make changes and edits to their applications. Once approved, the application will be reposted into the APPROVED thread by Shattered Moons and the application in this thread will be deleted.
Any changes that need to be made after approval must go through an Application Moderator. Any additional backstory for the character can be posted in the appropriate thread.
BEFORE POSTING YOUR CHARACTER CONCEPT HERE PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU HAVE READ AND UNDERSTAND ALL 3 SECTIONS OF THE RULES! PM MYSELF OR CHOSENSAVITH IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS
Describe your character here. Please one post only. Do not reply to other peoples posts about their character. If you'd like to discuss their character more in depth, please PM them. If you need to make changes to your character description, please change them in the original post, do not make another one. Duplicate posts by the same author will be deleted
Feel free to add on to your character description as you role play and new things become available to your character.
Things that MUST be in your desc
arrow Name
arrow Age
arrow Soulname (you may reveal it, or keep it hidden. If you do not have one, this includes Gliders, Sunfolk, Cat Elves, and any other pure bloods, say "NONE")
arrow Tribe
arrow Description
arrow Backstory
arrow Magics (Include Sending, Magical feeling, and any magic qualities your character possesses)
arrow Recognition Status (Random (default), Choice (only with a strong healer), or None)
arrow Signature. This includes a pic of what your elf looks like in its gear, and the name of your Elf so that everybody knows where to look if they have any question on your elf's name/appearance.
exclaim Note: please do not take someone's character description and use it in character (IC) if you do not know that elf. This is known as godmoding in RPG, please RP appropriately. This includes soulnames.
exclaim Note: This is where you put your initial character concept, if one or more crew/captains has an issue with it, you will be PM'd and asked to change or redesign it. You cannot RP until you have the go ahead from a crew/captain member. If you are unsure what is acceptable or not, please read the rules and regulations section for your class/character, this includes the use of magics, weapons and/or other rarities you may be asked to audition for. PM Huntress Starsong, ChosenSavith or Shattered Moons if you have any questions.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 8:06 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 7:31 pm
Name: Larias Soulname: N/A – she’s a glider Tribe: Glider, Blue Mountain Age: 8900+ Height: 5’9” Description: Right now the avi on, is what she looks like. Long hair, and her clothes are a drastic mess. She’s also tall as one would expect from an ancient glider, though thinner than many of her brethren, and standing even a bit taller than Savith, at 5’9”. Back story :
Larias was born to the Mountain, one of its first children. Her parents were among those led by Voll and Winnowill, founding a home that would be something akin to the greatness of the Palace; something that the barbaric humans could not enter. She lived within the Mountain's confines studious in the tasks assigned her, but ever and always willing to venture outside. The Mountain had not yet been fully sealed when she was young, you could come and go as you saw fit from the Aerie.
As she grew older and older, Larias felt the need to seek out the Palace. She pestered Lord Voll and his lovemate Winnowill; always was she turned down. Until finally, she caught the Lord alone, and without his mate to stand by him, to get the youngster (of a thousand or so years) off his back, he agreed she would head out in search. She began practice forays into the wilds of the land. At first it was only for few days, then a few weeks at a time, until finally, she would be gone for a hand of moons. On one of those journeys, Larias did not return. Those of the Mountain assumed she had died on the Outside, likely a suitable punishment for one so foolishly bent on being out, when in was so much the better.
Strangely enough, the glideress did not die. No, she got lost. She'd flown beyond the limits of her minds reach, and unable to send to her kin, she had lost her way. She was adept at hunting and surviving for a few moons, but the true test of survival began.
Alone, she searched the lands for both home and Palace, hoping to run into someone or something that might lead her towards one or the other. Carefully she steered clear of human homes, grateful more than once she could hide from their sight in the branches high above where they hunted and lived.
A few hundred years into her lone wanderings, a storm struck. Skyfire flashed in the sky as rain came down. She'd attempted treeing in the branches, but found the winds to much, and so, down in a nook of roots by a large tree she curled. It was then she was attacked. At first, there were three snarling snapping jaws of wolves, and then, silhouetted by skyfire, the image of a smaller elf than she. He was an outcast from his pack, chased off for his foolish thoughts and desires to war against the humans rather than hunt and hide in safe lands. He'd tracked her, and in his warped mind saw her as a mix of human and elf, for was she not tall like the humans themselves? He cursed her and taunted her, then ordered his beasts to attack.
Though gravely injured by the beasts, which tried to hold her down, Larias managed to send one of them hurtling into the trees. Her magic cut out as she was bit in the ribcage, bones snapping and breaking. Another of the wolves was thrown far off as well, leaving just her and the mad wolfrider. He grabbed her by the collar of the shirt she'd swiped from a human Village, and looked in her elfin eyes, "Come near my kind, and we'll kill you filth!" He spat at her. In desperation, she leapt for the sky with her magic, he came along with her, a knife in hand, ready to use it against her, but, before he could, just as the pack he commanded fell, so too did he.
She flew far and fast, buffeted by the storm, faint from loss of blood and broken bones. Her arm had been bitten and she'd lost blood, it didn't help that it hurt so much to breathe either. Falling from the sky in a faint, she landed roughly and slept poorly. It took a long time for her to heal, the ribs never healing quite properly, bones poking inwards, causing pain if ever she breathed to deeply. Her arm, she had been able to sew up, and so, that healed sufficiently for use. But her lesson had been learned.
She would not approach others, for they might kill her, just as the mad elf had said. Her travels became aimless wanderings. Up the coasts, into the woods and plains, snowy fields and Mountains, then down to vast wastelands of desert, even into the jungles. Her search for the Palace was as hopeless as her search for her Mountain home. She was too afraid to approach other Elvin tribes, even when she spied on them. And spy she did. Thousands of years of hiding lent towards skills of stealth, her knowledge of plants and their uses lent towards covering her own scent. And so, in secret she watched the tribes she came across. Never too close, she was drawn to them, but afraid for her life at the same time.
How many turns had passed when she finally came upon another glider? One thousand, two thousand turns? Around six millennia had flown by, the Mountain having forgotten she existed. But Alorn coaxed the skittish creature back into the Mountain. Once there, she was confused by all the changes and even distressed by others when they approached. So used to being alone, she often times kept her own counsel. Her voice, almost completely useless from lack of use was almost never used, though her sending improves wildly with practice.
Once back in the Mountain, the old Glider was set upon by no one. She became an outcast, too much of an Outsider to the more reserved elves that had lived their many millennia in the Mountain. Winnowill saw in her, a chance for someone with adept hunting, survival and spying skills, and ordered other Chosen to train her in their task. Once the training was complete and Larias was armed with a talon-whip, she became a true lackey of Winnowill. Her hatred and distrust of the wolf-born bled through when she discovered a number of them were being kept by the Chosen as prisoners and pets alike. This meant, in her eyes, that the Chosen were not doing their duty. It was also discovered by her, after speaking to a wolf-born shaped into Glider height by the name of WolfFlame; that they wished to leave. Larias told the wolf-born that she would help if she could. She spoke of this to Winnowill. After all, what Chosen could make a plan without the Lord’s word. Thus, Winnowill agreed to have the wolf-kin released in the manner of Larias’ aide and she too agreed that many of the Chosen had grown lazy.
“How would you punish them?” the Lord asked. “I will kill three of the bondbirds.”
And thus, it was decided, with Larias’ coming up with the plan, and the Lord of the Mountain agreeing that the punishment was suitable. It was cold and cruel and calculating. The wolfriders escaped, and the bondbirds were slain, in such a manner Larias’ believe that the other Gliders would assume it was a wolfrider that did the deed. Winnowill stripped all Chosen of their Rank, and stated whomever could find the killer, would be reinstated as Chosen. Larias knew the weapon she used belonged to one of the wolfriders, and so she flew to Ravenholt, and called to the Chieftess now returned, Ekana/WolfFlame. The wolfrider would not turn on one of her own though, and none of the tribe would speak regarding whom the offending blade belonged to.
Thus began a hefty moment of panic, lasting a few days. This simple task turned to failure, and Larias had seen what the Lord of the Mountain did to those that had failed: flesh shaped, sends of agonizing pain, humiliation, and rejection. It was more than the old elf, that wanted to be cruel and have her place, could take. She lost it in front of the wolfriders of Ravenholt and they, not knowing she had orchestrated the whole thing on her own, took her in and tried to fix what several millennia roaming by herself had done.
Winnowill did not forget the agreement, and took Larias’ supposed defection poorly. New Chosen were selected and sent to fetch the glider, and during one attempt at fetching, Larias stabbed the Chosen Tsoran in the shoulder, bound him up and took him prisoner. The plan eventually worked, for Larias ended up again in the Aerie against her better judgment, and a blacksend from Winnowill assured those present, that Larias was not going to be taking flight any time soon. The Lord traded Tsoran and Larias, for a pair of wolfriders that had not left with the others. Larias was thrown in the Cage and several turns of torture began. Tsoran took great delight in his threats with Larias, and then, Winnowill made them worse. Touch was turned into a truly painful experience, so that anything that felt like skin to skin contact, was equated to knife blades ripping through her flesh; it was also instituted by the She Snake, that the very thought of having to send, would give her great fear. The ensuing fear of touch made Tsoran delight in touching the Glider ever more delicious, and her more compliant a captive, though she would refuse to send, even when struck.
Eventually, Tsoran was given another duty outside the Mountain, some errand to run, and he turned Larias’ over to another Chosen, Savith. She remained in the Cage, a fixture to be tormented and abused. Savith was every bit as cruel to Larias as was Tsoran, and where Tsoran had a delight in his ministrations, Savith took glee in the torment. After at least five or six turns living in the Cage, let out only at the whims of Chosen who sought to humiliate and bother her, a rockshaper took pity and released the Glider from her bondage. She flew fast, faster than any other, and out of the Mountain. She did not return to Ravenholt, as she feared for her friends’ safety there if they were found at all to have harbored her.
She flew fast and long, stretching herself even to her immense limits and ended up in the desert. Pushing and pushing she stopped when she saw an Oasis against a great cliff. There she landed, and found herself surrounded by a group of rather suspicious dunerunners, elves that made their home in the desert, moving from Oasis to Oasis. They thought her to be a High One from their legends, due to her height, but with her fear of sending, she was rapidly something not to trust. They put up with her presence for a short time, and then, in the middle of the night, Larias flew into the sky, and left them behind.
She lived off the land, again, alone and wandering. She hid from elves once more, fearful of touch for the pain it caused, and aware that many would find her lack of sending disturbing and something not to trust, as had happened with the dunerunners. Her experience with the wolfriders of Ravenholt had cemented the notion to her, that without send, all hope she might have had in getting along with a wolfrider tribe would be dashed if she could not send her innocence to the cruelty caused by her people, or even admit to the cruelty she herself had inflicted. Her time spent wandering alone, was great, four times the number of the turns she spent in the cage, three eights to be exact. In that time, she practiced with her voice, getting her words to be strong so she could at least communicate if she did end up caught or found by some other. Bird calls were practiced as she had done in the prior years of her wandering, and as she had before, she took refuge in the branches of trees, hollows on the ground, or small caves when she could find them.
She had moved on towards the edge of the Great Vast Deep when she was spotted by another elf. It was a Healer from a tribe of wavedancers by the name of Shell. With some coaxing, and an inadvertent touch, Splash sensed that much wrong had been done magically to the elf that spoke to her; the fact Larias shrieked in pain when her hand was just brushed was also a dead giveaway. Shell took it upon herself to fix the broken elf. And so, Splash fixed something a tonic or tea, the memory is poor, and gave it to Larias. Once Larias was unconscious, she began her work, to undo that which the She Snake had done, working to remove the false fear of her own mind, and harder still to undo the shaping and such that had caused touch to turn to agony. Shell had fixed others whom had been touched by the She Snake, and so, though the work was hard, she was not unprepared for the length of the task. Even so, what took many nights, and ensuring with her Healing magic that Larias remained unconscious until it was over, taxed her deeply. When Larias woke, it was in Splash’s own grotto, and she knew not how she got there, or why the other was sleeping near to her. So, at long last the damage by Winnowill had been healed, leaving only the memories and nightmares – more a mental scarring than anything else caused by the actions of the Chosen – Savith and Tsoran especially.
The pain wasn’t there, but the memory and fear it would be, was. Over h course of a few weeks, the wavedancers present, helped coax Larias as the wolfriders of Ravenholt had done before. She made herself a fixture on their shore. She remained aloof, but in the duties she could assist with, she did. She became a decent swimmer, and able to hold her breath for a decent period of time, but nothing like the wavedancers around her.
It all seemed rather perfect, too perfect, for a good span of time. However, that time would not last forever. A bondbird was spotted in the sky, and who of all elves landed, but Savith, one of her two worst tormentors.
And here is where I will stop writing. Please refer to Savith’s background at this point. I will pick up just before the cataclysm due to how much I would have to write otherwise, that has already been covered by another’s background.
The Cataclysm:
The children pretty much grown, and Larias once again allowed outside to hunt, that is where Larias was when tragedy struck. She was two days from the mountain when the world shifted utterly. Unlike some, she had the crazy idea to go higher and higher into the sky, away from everything swinging about. Yes, the winds were bad, but she weathered it while it happened. Her mind reached out for her children, and she felt the lights go out in a final pain filled sending from the pair of them.
It was shortly afterward, she felt the blackness come from her souls mate. The agonizing pain, and then the nothingness. Up high in the sky she remained, drifting on the air currents, staying awake with the rations she had with her for hunting. She’d done this before, when running from bondbirds, or moving from one hidey hole to another, no one ever looks this high. She was alone again, or so she convinced herself. No minds could she touch as she drifted on the air currents. Birds were scarce; she caught little sight of plant or animal left untouched. Now and then she would land, seeking decent water or some sort of food, maybe a night or two of rest.
It was like this for a time, she didn’t count the days, there was no reason to. Now, she was the last. Drifting towards the vast deep high above, she felt the buzz. Magic below, somewhere; and thus, with curiosity she drifted down to find out, what was making her tingle.Magic: These powers are based off what I had on the MU, Two Moons Levitation – 10 Complete Domination of Power - Larias is capable of holding two or 3 elves aside from herself in the air. She can fly vast distances and at great speeds and exert a finely honed skill at lifting objects animate and inanimate. Her biggest problem is that she forgets to take breaks and will overextend herself to exhaustion, perpetually pushing the limits even for her skills. Astral Projection: 4 Somewhat Controlled – Larias inadvertently went out once, and got mind snared by Winnowill. Once back in the Mountain, she ended up being taught control. She tends not to go out often, as it scares those around her. Magic Feeling – 6 – Well Controlled – Being an oldie but a goodie, Larias knows what magic feels like. Be it healing, shaping of rock or tree, and even fire control. She’s been around water controllers, and well, just about any kind of magic user and the feel of it, that weird tingle, is something she can recognize, but not always name. Sending – 9 – Perfect Control – She’s got finely honed skills at sending. Sharpened once she returned to the Mountain, as her voice was total crud at the time. Her great strength is a problem, as the glideress has been known to allow really strong emotions into sends, nearly black sending on occasion. She’s accidentally downed Savith, Volek, and a few others with the strength of her mind, and it isn’t something she is proud of, but happens on occasion. Recognition Status: Random
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 3:50 pm
Name: DoeHart Age:28
Soulname: *Hidden* Tribe: Nomad, wishes to join the Wolfriders Wolfriend: Leaf, the smallest runt you ever saw, barely coming up to a elf's knee. Hes shaggy and playful pup. Doehart fears that he will never be big enough to be ridden. Description: Doehart is still young, carrying most of the cub-like features of her youth, she is gangly, long limbed and awkward looking. Her long silver hair flows behind her as she refuses to tie it up, instead she pushes her hair back with a hair band. Almost all of her fair skin is covered up as she thinks shes so pale that she may glow in the dark. The brown skins help her blend in better and help with her tracking through the harsh underbrush. Her most striking feature is her two different colored eyes, one brown, one a deep blue. She hopes that her strange eyes are some indication of her being a magic user, but alas such powers have not shown themselves. Her personality is that of a playful club, though she is thought to be shy. She rarely speaks, and when she does, its in a strange almost caveman like speech. She has unlimited energy and seems to never sleep. As a result, shes always keeping herself busy, and ends up doing strange things like collecting bird eggs, or tracking game without the intention to hunt.
Backstory: Doehart's birth is a strange one. Her parents were both loners who self separated themselves from their tribes. Her mother was a go-back and her father was a wolfrider. She was born in the forest away from other elfs, where her parents had raised her as a wolfrider, to hunt and track as her father did. They lived in silence, only sending when necessary. She was barely an adult when the Cataclysm had killed her parents. (Falling tree crushed both of them) The event left her to wander the forests alone, overcome with such sorrow she would not hunt for herself until she crossed paths with her wolf bond, Leaf who hunted for her and helped her gradually overcome her pain. Her parent's name is unknown as she never learned to formally speak, but only to send. It is rumored that she only knew her parents by their soul name. Doehart's own name was given for the frightful amount of energy she seems to have. Magics: Sending: 7, is able to send over long distances. No other magic ability. Recognition Status: Random but cation, shes headstrong and is able to resist recognition for a long time. 
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