Mori Application [Revoked]

[Goliath 384]

Minecraft Account Name:

JoshIsTooCool

Character Name:

Ay'Axvi

Gender:

Male

Age:

125 years old (Human Years) 25 (Mori'Quessir)

Appearence:

Ay'Axvi is a rather small Mori, standing at 5 feet 1 Inch. His face seems rough, holding small scars below his cheek bone and a light burning on his forehead. His skin is dark like his brothers and sisters, along with long flowing white hair, often tied back with any resources which can be found. He bares tattered clothing, covered by a flowing cloak. His eyes are an almost luminous and gleaming red, often his used for his recognition from his fellow Mori'Quessir.

Personality:

Each waking day will Ay'Axvi mentally pray to the Immortal Mother, whom he seeks guidance and discipline from. Any being who walks the surface will never understand, for he and his race are superior to them, in his mind, they will never achieve the power of the Mori'Quessir. Loyal to those whom are loyal in return, Ay'Axvi will be forever grateful to friends. Any lesser being shall be treated with disrespect, the 'opposing' races will be better dead or caught in chains than walk the roads of Asulon.

Biography:

The youngest son of Xzi'Lanx, Ay'Axvi was looked down upon from three elder siblings, each emotionally withdrawn. At young, the child would fight with his siblings, often drawing blood and causing wounds to one another, each to their mothers approval. A true Mori from birth it seemed, a strong being with a harsh attitude, grown through the years. Within Menorcress for childhood and youth, where Ay'Axvi avidly learnt the ways of the Immortal Mother, something which holds a great part within, cleansing false beliefs and keeping his mindset along with his brothers.

His brothers were reasonably older, which resulted in many encounters with enslaved individuals whom would taunt and abuse Ay'Axvi in their forgotten language, the poisonous language. He understood that they were not loyal to the Immortal Mother, he understood where they stood in perspective to him, and he understood that his people needed to be brutal to kill or enslave this 'upper ground filth'.

Dominance clashes between Ay'Axvi and fellow Mori resulted in unneeded brawls, and at a tender age, kicked anger and a greed for dominance into his life at a young age. A sword seemed a likely companion to his life, as it portrayed strength and skill, something which Ay'Axvi mourned for since the very beginning. The sword was to be alongside him throughout his childhood and past adolescence, each day he would become at one with the sword, infusing a mental power from the Immortal Mother within.

As an adult, the strength had reached a high verge within, causing a high ego, a possible dangerous companion with the sword.

Still following the Immortal Mother, an urge to expand, an urge to grow and to rid Asulon of the inferiors held deep inside, never to be replaced, only to strengthen.

Your characters ambitions:

Ay'Axvi wishes to overpower other Mori, a quest for dominance perhaps. Always egotistic, he wishes to become a high figure throughout the Mori race, to please the Immortal Mother, to please the race.

===Roleplay Related Questions===

As your character wanders the back-streets of Menorcress, you sight a cloaked figure lurking in one of the shadowed nook behind the Brothel: a rustle of cloth is heard, and the figure ushers you in with a skeletal finger. The hooded figure imparts information involving a conspiracy to over-throw the House of Miiystra, and offers you a hefty sum of coin to partake in the planned attack. How does your character react?

Ay'Axvi leans closer, harsh eyes resting upon the cloaked figure as he listens to the words. He thinks, thinks very hard as he questions the response this will have from the Mori. Although dominant, overthrowing the high queen and possibly sending some turmoil within the Mori is an area frowned upon by Ay'Axvi. He shakes his head strongly, his Immortal Mother may not want a deed to be completed such as this.

Your character finds him/herself watching the Alure d'aphyon: the several fighters within the void maze wield only sticks as they prove their prowess as warriors by battling to the death. One of fighters happens to be a close companion of yours, and you witness him being strategically cornered by three of the other fighters and beaten to death. While the crowd cheers in celebration of the violence, and the death of your friend. How does your character react?

Ay'Axvi strains his thought process as he glances away, the pain shudders throughout his body as he glances back to see the three killers. Keeping a mental note of this he nods in satisfaction, gently flicking a corner of his cloak back and nodding in his trusty swords direction. Blood shall be on the menu tonight.

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[Danny 2232]

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