Gemmylou's Va

[Gemmylou 484]

What is your Minecraft Account Name?: gemmylou

 

What is your ingame Character Name?: Falecity

 

What is your Character’s Race?: High Elf

 

Have you read and familiarized with all server rules and the villain rules?: Yes!

 

Links to any previous villain applications (for reference, these can be from previous characters, or previously denied applications to show how you’ve improved):  https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/75158-pre-purge-gemmylous-first-va-85-references/  

 

What VA are you applying for? (Lesser Evils, Greater Evils [Greater includes Lesser by default, you don't need two applications if you apply for greater first]): Lesser Evils

 

Why is your character the way he/she is?  What has led them to a path requiring a Villain Application? What are his/her motives?  What do you plan to gain from this?: Falecity is a survivor through and through. From a very young age, Falecity was sold as a slave and grew up within the confines of a ruthless camp. Though she was limited to what she could and couldn’t know, Falecity managed to pick up various skills to use to her advantage. Skills such as jailbreaking, petty theft and lockpicking into food chests were skills that she picked up quickly in order to survive and stay one step ahead. Even though Falecity has been free from slavery for some thirty years, she is unable to keep away from her original lifestyle. More often than she would care to admit, she finds herself in precarious situations and because of this, she needs to maintain her ability to get out of sticky situations. Falecity’s only motives are to survive. Deep down, she has an inner desire to one day be a hero, however, she is under the belief that it will not happen. Instead, she survives and will continue to do so, that is her only gain.

 

What moral boundaries does your character have, if any?:Falecity’s moral compass stops her from committing the worst of the evil deeds; she is by no means a killer. She has seen enough death to last her a lifetime and could never include herself in the activity. She is of right mind and always tries to find a way to put her wrongs to right. Falecity could never harm a child, though she has a dislike for them and protects those she cares about with her life.

 

What general kind of Villain will you be? (Bandit, Pirate, Raider, Madman, Cultist, Antihero, Destroyer Of Worlds, etc etc…): Falecity is not so much a villain, but a survivor.

 

Open Response - Answer at least two of the open ended scenarios below. Do not powergame, metagame, or do anything else rulebreaking or unrealistic. Each scenario is designed with no particular objective in mind and is open ended deliberately. Assume your character is in each position, regardless of their normal situations:

  

-Sitting in a bakery, you hear two men talking in hushed voices upstairs. Sneaking up the stairs, you see a figure robed in black and a Guard. The robed figure is revealing plans to the Guard about an upcoming rebellion.  You can’t tell if the robed man is betraying the rebels, or if it is the Guard betraying the town… Falecity watches the men curiously. Listening to their conversation, they speak of names and places; the typical “He did this to me so I am going to take that by force” saga. Falecity quietly shakes her head, the ambition and hatred not making any sense to her.  Unwilling to involve herself in the affairs of humans, she wrinkles her nose and carefully creeps back down the stairs. Under her foot on the penultimate step, the wood makes an almighty groan. Falecity stops suddenly, glancing up the stairs to see if anyone checks the noise. Her ear twitches as hears the slight swish of their whispers as if nothing had happened. Carefully and quietly, she steps down glances up the stairs for a final time.  

 

The bakery that had been full of life only moments before remains silent, the faint whistling of the baker eminating from inside the kitchen. She casts her eyes around the empty bakery, her gaze setting on some freshly baked bread rolls, steam rising faintly like a ghost. As she spots them, her stomach gives an almighty growl, as if to remind her that she had been neglecting herself again. Rising up onto the ball of her feet, she tiptoes over to the counter where the fresh rolls reside. Double checking around her, she would reach out and grab a few rolls, putting them into her bag straight away. She stops on her fourth roll before stepping back.

 

The baker’s heavy footsteps walk around the kitchen, getting and closer and closer to the door between them both. Falecity bites her lip and tiptoes towards the door. Reaching up, she grabs the bell on top of the door and holds it, quietly grabbing the door handle and turning it. The door gives an old, feeble creek as she opens it, pulling it wide enough to slip through and not ring the attention bell. She then slips herself through the crack, leaving the door ajar. She looks back for a small moment before starting to run. That’s when she makes a break for it.

 

As she runs towards the city gate, she notices a guard and someone seemingly of higher rank. Slowing, she approaches them cautiously and taps the guard on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry to trouble you” She mutters, keeping her head down. Not out of respect for the two, simply that her face felt and looked flushed from the running and theft she’d commited. “There were two men talking upstairs in that bakery” She points “They seemed to be talking of killing the king… One wore head to toe in black” She nods her head and side steps out of their way as they begin to run towards the bakery. Once ensuring they had gone, Falecity heads out of the city, guilt creeping over her for taking the bakers bread without paying. “I hope that informing them of the rebellion is doing some form of good as penance” She mutters to herself.

-Two Guards are trying to break up a fight between your acquaintance and two Humans. Your friend slays one of the Guards as he approaches, causing the other Guard as well as the Humans to pull out their weapons…

“What did you do that for?!” She glares at her Darius “I don’t even know your name and you’ve got me involved in a murder?!” She fumes, fumbling on her person for a small dagger strapped to her thigh.

“You’re the thief!” He fumes back at her “I just saved you from being caught!” He would go to take a swipe at one of the humans, the human slicing along his cheek with his sword as he barely misses the counter attack.

“Good job.” She ducks as the burly guard bounds over to her small frame. Falecity would roll away from the man and pick herself back up. As she stands he bounds over to her again, Falecity dropping and repeating the process “This.. is not … what I signed up for!” She huffs as she stands and darts back from a sword aiming a hit at her waist.

 

Falecity rushes over to a cart, causing onlookers to scatter quickly. She picks up some old tomatoes and apples and turns, starting to launch them at the guard heading her way. She misses at least four times before the guard gets hit square in the forehead with an apple, dazing him as he curses and looks away. Falecity would grin, taking a deep breath to call to her acquaintance before the breath catches in her throat. The human plunges his sword into Darius’ gut and lets him slide to the floor, crimson blood starting to pool around him.

 

Thinking on her feet and without a moments hesitation, Falecity turns and runs, leaving her acquaintance on the ground. She dips and dives through side roads and round houses, trying to throw the men off of her trail. Eventually, after what felt like an age of rushing and racing, she decides to take refuge in a small side alley. Her ears twitch as she hears the breathless voices of the guard and human snarl to each other “She can’t have gone far! Make sure that dagger ear is found!”

 

Falecity takes a deep steady breath, sliding herself down the wall and putting her face in her hands. “How are you going to get out of this one?” she thought to herself. Her eyes ached, as if they wanted to cry yet no tears would fall. Lifting her head she looked around the small alleyway. A few feet down, a box sat, filled with what looked like rubbish. She would pick herself up, quietly moving over to it and peering in. Inside, a green hooded cloak lay folded up along with a brown satchel and some old vegetables. She would hastily don the cloak on and throw the satchel over her, leaning down to pick up the box of veg and turning to head out the alley. She pauses at it’s mouth and peers round each corner, no sign of the human or guard anywhere and continued out, towards the main entrance gate, towards freedom.

 

A smaller guard holds his arm out to stop her. “Wha’s tha’ you go’ there, eh?” She sneers at her, looking in her box.

“Rotting food.. from the palace” She says quickly “I’m getting rid of it before it kills someone.” She would do an odd makeshift curtsy, still holding the box tight.

“Ge’ oo’ then!” She snaps moving out of her way.

“Were people really this hard to con and trick in this place?” she thought to herself heading far away from the wretched city.