Natheilan's Mori'quessir [Denied]

[chaotikal 2392]

Minecraft Account Name:

darkjames

Character Name:

Natheilan [Nath for short]

Gender:

Male

Age:

23 Mori Years

Appearence:

Natheilan stands slightly taller than Mori of his age, he usually hunches to look smaller, reason he was mocked troughout his childhood and teenhood, his eyes are crimson red, his glare is stern and severe, his hair is silver white, sometimes he places two or three ornaments to make it nicer, however, he only does this on ceremonies and parties, wich he deems important. His clothes are altogether made of cheap materials, wich required him to learn tailorship, in order to keep them clean and not look like a slave in rags [Even though he is poor], his vest is black-coloured, he always wears a cheap red undershirt, wich, at the sleeves, have a white-end. His leggings are of a shiny cheap silk, light brown coloured. His boots are made of black leather, alike his vest, and they have an ornament to the side, like a ring stitched to it. His grainy belt, made of the cheapest iron, seems to be in decay now, rusting due that he doesnt know how to clean it, thus letting it grunge and decay. He is shy, and he doesnt smirk nor pout, he just looks at you, most would say that his eyes are the only part in his body that express emotion, since they seem to cry and laugh, whilst his entire body doesnt, his most common habbit is to stroke his hair when nervous, or rub his backhead when he feels menaced or afraid. If adressed to, Natheilan will stutter and try to run away from the situation, let alone if adressed by a woman he particularly finds attractive, in wich he will look at the ground, answering all her questions or statements with a nod or a shook of his head. He has a small cut scar on his cheek, too.

Personality:

Natheilan is much of a timid person, not being quite the talkative person, nor the one to get involved in issues deeply, he believes solitude is the best way to thrive for survival, yet lose no honor nor integrity. Natheilan is a person who strives for power, even if male and very shy, he feels the burden of the culture pressure on his shoulder, alike his drow brethren. He is a very paranoid figure, not affording to deposit his trust on anyone, but only the ones who are really close to him, such as friends or family.

Biography:

Chapter I -Birth and childhood-

Natheilan was born in a damp night, when thunders stroke inside the caverns, his father was named Dailan and his mother Orai'Ale, they were both commoners, maybe even lower, they were anquished by the birth of Natheilan, having no money to spare on a child, since his early ears, he was picked on by his brethren, reason he decided to isolate himself, usually crying as he arrived to his poor scrap-made home, where his family, even with unconditional love, treated him with the most unpleasant, discusting and cheapest foods would exist. He felt unhappy, ontop of that, he was the tallest of the mori, causing him to involuntarily hunch and therefor mocknamed "L'uss xuil natha hunch" [The one with a hunch], his childhood went on slowly, killing each and every social possibilities of fully inmersing with his brethren, being a hermit isolated Mori'Quessir

Chapter II -Being a teenager-

When Natheilan reached the age of 16 [Mori years], his tortured mind took a foolish decition: Running away from his home; Not that he hated his parents, but he actually left all of his belongings within their home as if he would return one day, he took his dark vest, his red shirt wich he adored so much, his leggings that belonged to his cousin who had perished, the boots made of a spare strap of leather of his vest and ran out of the window. Even if he was tall, he had the agility of any Mori, or even more, he loved jumping from rooftops, as the lesser gusts of winds stroke his face and hair, he felt free, needless to talk, needless to interact, and needless to dissapoint his parents with his isolation. When he reached 20 years old, he would mature into what the surface-dwellers call "Adulthood"

Chapter III - Adulthood -

When Natheilan turned 20 years old, he found that his mother had died a few months after he escaped, he felt guilty, too much to confront his father, even less to visit her grave, he went out of Menorcress that night, to find that the night air was much more dim than what he expected, as he escaped his home, he experienced the true freedom he ahoped for, he soon got used to hiding in mines or returning to Menorcress once the sun rose, but he felt as he faltered his mother's honor by doing this, and soon, decided to return to Menorcress. As he returned, a crowd formed infront of him, he looked at his sorroundings, it was the so called /Cloud Sanctuary/ that the surface-dwellers spoke of; He attempted to hear any of the conversation, picking one word, maybe two, he didnt want to learn common, deeming it a stupid and meant for poor language. [Even if he is poor, he, as any Mori, think of himself as something superior] However, he soon found what they were talking about, as they started pointing and running away of a human, a human with green spots on his skin, Natheilan stuttered "V-Vel'bol Z-Zha-ah n-nindel?" [What is that?], he then concluded there was a major disease spreading in the surface. Of course, he took this as Nemiisae's divine signal for him to go to Menorcress, warning him for going out of the sacred lands, he took double-effort into getting into Menorcress, as he entered, a few guards were infront of the closed gate, wich had a sign in his language "Che'el zhah veirus, Naukhel orn sultha"[City is closed, Nobody will enter], the guards shouted at him to go away as the city was in quarantine, he had a long discussion with them, as he brought up an offer "Usstan orn belbau dos 200 minas, zhal'la dos ori'gato uns'aa alu areion" [i will give you 200 minas, should you let me go through], The guards nodded and took the surface-dweller coins, with them, all of Nath's currency, though he deemed this act as the payment for his sins, and he agreed wholeheartedly to his insides.

Your characters ambitions:

His ambitions are not well defined, as he has not thought about his future yet, he strives to power, as any other Mori, however.

===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?

Natheilan looks in disbelief at the figure, he tilts his head to the side and starts stuttering, letting the creature finish his plan: "N-Nau", The creature looks at him angrily and assumes an impacient stance, Nath continues to whisper but the figure cant hear him, even though Natheilan is actually speaking to him. He ends his whisper with a shake of his head, as the figure starts telling him that he knows too much for him to let him go away, all that Natheilan answers to all of his menaces are "Nau" and a rub of his own backhead. As the creature begins unsheathing a blood-coated blade, Nathelian squeeals in frighten and runs away, outspeeding the creature down the damp alley, behind the brothel

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?

Natheilan looks at his friend being beaten, running away of the arena before the plotters finish their work, he begins crying silently in one of the bathrooms, after scanning for anyone there, but no, all of them are looking at his friend being beaten to death, wich makes him cry even harder, he pounds his fist against the wall, as he lets go of a moan, after some minutes, he strokes his eyes and gets on his feet, walking towards the mirror, he slides his hands down the sink as he looks sternly to himself in the mirror, his eyes are red, but now they are swollen and wet, he slaps himself in anger and says in a severe voice. "Dos ph'naut stre, Dos ph'gareth, dos ph'raeh'li." [You are not afraid, you are strong, you are fierce], after saying this words, he stands back up, as he notices he's almost as tall as the ceiling, he assumes his hunched stance, and walks out of the arena, hopping back onto the rooftops, cursing his decition of going to the arena that dreadful day.

A screenshot of your skin:

View Mori'Quessir Male

[Amethain 25]

Ok... I am going to go through this and list out all the problems I see here. Then I am going to ask you to run this through a spelling/grammar checker before thinking about returning it once edited. Lastly I am going to point you towards the lore and see if you can make a Character who is a Mori, not an Emo Dark Elf.

Natheilan stands slightly taller than Mori of his age, he usually hunches to look smaller, reason he was mocked throughout his childhood and teenhood, his eyes are crimson red, his glare is stern and severe, his hair is silver white, sometimes he places two or three ornaments to make it nicer, however, he only does this on ceremonies and parties, wich he deems important. His clothes are altogether made of cheap materials, which required him to learn tailorship, in order to keep them clean and not look like a slave in rags [Even though he is poor], his vest is black-coloured, he always wears a cheap red undershirt, which, at the sleeves, have a white-end. His leggings are of a shiny cheap silk, light brown coloured. His boots are made of black leather, alike his vest, and they have an ornament to the side, like a ring stitched to it. His grainy belt, made of the cheapest iron, seems to be in decay now, rusting due that he doesnt know how to clean it, thus letting it grunge and decay. He is shy, and he doesnt smirk nor pout, he just looks at you, most would say that his eyes are the only part in his body that express emotion, since they seem to cry and laugh, whilst his entire body doesnt, his most common habbit is to stroke his hair when nervous, or rub his backhead when he feels menaced or afraid. If adressed to, Natheilan will stutter and try to run away from the situation, let alone if adressed by a woman he particularly finds attractive, in which he will look at the ground, answering all her questions or statements with a nod or a shook of his head. He has a small cut scar on his cheek, too.

~~ He is tall so he makes himself look shorter and weak.

(Mori love strength, not weakness)

~~ He was Mocked because he looked like a hunchback and he just took it

(A sure sign of weakness)

~~ His Glare is stern and severe, yet he is a timid person and not very talkative

(That doesn't make sense)

~~ He RUNS from confrontation, even passive ones.

(Again, Very weak and Un-Mori like)

~~ He stutters if he cannot run away

(He is just begging to be bullied. Hunchback + Stutter = Ultimate Target)

~~ His clothing withers away and he does not obtain new clothes

(Mori are fastidious groomers, they are VERY clean)

~~ He has certain reactions to stress and show it with his body

(Hide your feelings if they show you to be weak)

Natheilan is much of a timid person, not being quite the talkative person, nor the one to get involved in issues deeply, he believes solitude is the best way to thrive for survival, yet lose no honor nor integrity. Natheilan is a person who strives for power, even if male and very shy, he feels the burden of the culture pressure on his shoulder, alike his drow brethren. He is a very paranoid figure, not affording to deposit his trust on anyone, but only the ones who are really close to him, such as friends or family.

~~ Solitude is the way to survive

(Running from confrontation is weak, and pathetic)

~~ He is very shy

(All the more reason to be picked on and tortured by others)

~~ He is not trusting anyone

(GREAT, Finally a Mori-like trait!) Because he is paranoid ( (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ He is AFRAID?!)

~~ He trusts friends and family

(They are the closest to him, so they probably would have more to gain by his demise)

Natheilan was born in a damp night, when thunders stroke inside the caverns, his father was named Dailan and his mother Orai'Ale, they were both commoners, maybe even lower, they were anquished by the birth of Natheilan, having no money to spare on a child, since his early ears, he was picked on by his brethren, reason he decided to isolate himself, usually crying as he arrived to his poor scrap-made home, where his family, even with unconditional love, treated him with the most unpleasant, discusting and cheapest foods would exist. He felt unhappy, ontop of that, he was the tallest of the mori, causing him to involuntarily hunch and therefor mocknamed "L'uss xuil natha hunch" [The one with a hunch], his childhood went on slowly, killing each and every social possibilities of fully inmersing with his brethren, being a hermit isolated Mori'Quessir

Chapter II -Being a teenager-

When Natheilan reached the age of 16 [Mori years], his tortured mind took a foolish decition: Running away from his home; Not that he hated his parents, but he actually left all of his belongings within their home as if he would return one day, he took his dark vest, his red shirt wich he adored so much, his leggings that belonged to his cousin who had perished, the boots made of a spare strap of leather of his vest and ran out of the window. Even if he was tall, he had the agility of any Mori, or even more, he loved jumping from rooftops, as the lesser gusts of winds stroke his face and hair, he felt free, needless to talk, needless to interact, and needless to dissapoint his parents with his isolation. When he reached 20 years old, he would mature into what the surface-dwellers call "Adulthood"

Chapter III - Adulthood -

When Natheilan turned 20 years old, he found that his mother had died a few months after he escaped, he felt guilty, too much to confront his father, even less to visit her grave, he went out of Menorcress that night, to find that the night air was much more dim than what he expected, as he escaped his home, he experienced the true freedom he ahoped for, he soon got used to hiding in mines or returning to Menorcress once the sun rose, but he felt as he faltered his mother's honor by doing this, and soon, decided to return to Menorcress. As he returned, a crowd formed infront of him, he looked at his sorroundings, it was the so called /Cloud Sanctuary/ that the surface-dwellers spoke of; He attempted to hear any of the conversation, picking one word, maybe two, he didnt want to learn common, deeming it a stupid and meant for poor language. [Even if he is poor, he, as any Mori, think of himself as something superior] However, he soon found what they were talking about, as they started pointing and running away of a human, a human with green spots on his skin, Natheilan stuttered "V-Vel'bol Z-Zha-ah n-nindel?" [What is that?], he then concluded there was a major disease spreading in the surface. Of course, he took this as Nemiisae's divine signal for him to go to Menorcress, warning him for going out of the sacred lands, he took double-effort into getting into Menorcress, as he entered, a few guards were infront of the closed gate, wich had a sign in his language "Che'el zhah veirus, Naukhel orn sultha"[City is closed, Nobody will enter], the guards shouted at him to go away as the city was in quarantine, he had a long discussion with them, as he brought up an offer "Usstan orn belbau dos 200 minas, zhal'la dos ori'gato uns'aa alu areion" [i will give you 200 minas, should you let me go through], The guards nodded and took the surface-dweller coins, with them, all of Nath's currency, though he deemed this act as the payment for his sins, and he agreed wholeheartedly to his insides.

~~ His mother was named Orai'Ale

(Mix around the letters and you get I Olarae(Dusk's character) *possible troll*)

~~ His family loves him unconditionally

(NO, THAT NEVER, Let me say that again NEVER! happens. Love is the ultimate weakness No Mori would dare show it even if they happened to feel like it)

~~ He lived on his own for four years in the caverns.

(Ok here is a list of the approximate age vs maturity scale, he was a infant at the time, though not many people adhere to the correct ages...

Infancy: 1 - 25

Childhood: 26 - 50 years

Adolescence: 51 - 119 years

Adulthood: 120 - 199 years

Middle Age: 200 - 299 years

Old: 300 - 369 years

Venerable: 370+ years

Death age/Maximun age: 600

*I am ignoring the fact that the character is an infant for the moment and pretending it is an adult, also to ensure you read this, put the words "Nemiisae's Touch" as the final two words of your next app*

~~ He decided to return to Menorcress, as he returned a crowd formed around as he looked at his surroundings he saw it was the Cloud Temple

(Try to make sense please, that makes Complete nonsense, and puts me off of possibly accepting you even more.)

~~ He left Menorcress and deserted his brethren

(Nemiisae would HATE him for that. The disfavor he would have accrued would have warranted him near certain death upon return)

~~ City is quarantined so he pays 200 minas to get in.

(The fate of nearly the ENTIRE nation at risk of the plague so the guard takes a measly 200 minas to let him in.)

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?

Natheilan looks in disbelief at the figure, he tilts his head to the side and starts stuttering, letting the creature finish his plan: "N-Nau", The creature looks at him angrily and assumes an impacient stance, Nath continues to whisper but the figure cant hear him, even though Natheilan is actually speaking to him. He ends his whisper with a shake of his head, as the figure starts telling him that he knows too much for him to let him go away, all that Natheilan answers to all of his menaces are "Nau" and a rub of his own backhead. As the creature begins unsheathing a blood-coated blade, Nathelian squeeals in frighten and runs away, outspeeding the creature down the damp alley, behind the brothel

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?

Natheilan looks at his friend being beaten, running away of the arena before the plotters finish their work, he begins crying silently in one of the bathrooms, after scanning for anyone there, but no, all of them are looking at his friend being beaten to death, wich makes him cry even harder, he pounds his fist against the wall, as he lets go of a moan, after some minutes, he strokes his eyes and gets on his feet, walking towards the mirror, he slides his hands down the sink as he looks sternly to himself in the mirror, his eyes are red, but now they are swollen and wet, he slaps himself in anger and says in a severe voice. "Dos ph'naut stre, Dos ph'gareth, dos ph'raeh'li." [You are not afraid, you are strong, you are fierce], after saying this words, he stands back up, as he notices he's almost as tall as the ceiling, he assumes his hunched stance, and walks out of the arena, hopping back onto the rooftops, cursing his decition of going to the arena that dreadful day.

~~ He runs away in fear at sight of a bloodied blade

(This is so damn repetitive, WEAK does not work in Mori Society)

~~ He goes and CRIES because of his friend's death

(I thought he could not get any further from being like the textbook Mori... He just did)

~~ He cries harder because others watching his friend die honorably in sport

(Weak weak weak)

~~ He psychs himself up in a mirror to stop himself from crying

(What? I don't even know what to say about that...)

I have to say this application was pathetic, I feel that you either read the lore and did not comprehend it, or you did not read some of it at all. There have been some terrible applications, this is not the worst, and effort was put into it, but the character you created would not last 1 Elven week. It also strays so far away from the lore I would NEVER accept this character as he is. He would be picked off as he is such a terrifically WEAK and PATHETIC, SNIVELING COWARD

If you don't like the rubber stamp Denied Graphic here are a few others I am working on

[Danny 2232]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.