Demotheus' Mori Application [Denied]

[Demotheus 651]

This will be for when I start a new character I will have one prepped and ready to go. I tried applying to be a Mori before, but I did not know that I could not initially apply for said character. So now I am!

Minecraft Username : Demotheus

Character Name : Demotheus Drahven

Gender : Male

Age : Looks like a 20 year old human (I can't find where it says the rate at which the Mori age)

Appearance : He has blue-grey skin, very long white hair that mostly falls under his dark colored hooded robe he wears. His blood red eyes have a certain glint in it that, with a careful eye, people will know that he is a very attentive person and rarely misses anything. His hair covers over his right eye as it comes out of his robe to hang in a long lock on his front. He is 5 feet 10 inches and does not appear muscular but, to the contrary, his robes hide his visible muscles and is fairly strong, but certainly not a macho man. He is not drop dead handsome, but he is far from ugly. His hair and eyes being the most predominantly good looking thing about him that is readily visible at all times. If you look up his sleeve at just the right angle you may see something shiny and rather pointy along the inside of the robes fabric.

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Personality : He is a very calm man. If he has something against you and you notice you are extremely good at reading people. He is ever attentive and rarely misses anything that is said, or he sees. He rarely smiles, but when he does it is sincere happiness that he feels. Although he is very good at deception he cannot imitate a true sincere smile, it always ends up looking more like a grin or a sneer. He is a man who does what needs to be done to further himself without drawing too much attention as well. He has gone up to the surface world for the fresh air, as it is calming to him and he enjoys the sights. He no longer is blinded by the sunlight, but it still burns his eyes and he has to squint if he has his hood down, which is rare and is something he only does when talking to someone whom he cares deeply about and/or trusts completely - or out of a sign of respect for his superiors, however sincere that respect may be varies. His mind has been warped, however, by being a slave for so long that after he killed his slave master to escape he would often lick the blood off his blade of those he injures or kills. He does not kill very often, but it is more of a ritualistic thing for him if he does to taste their blood. His calm demeanor and his steely nerves fail him when around a pretty girl, or rather, one whom he fancies. Unlike many Mori's Demotheus has learned what love is at a young age but still realizes that most times he gets that feeling in his gut that it is merely his loins lusting for propagation. He may stutter often or even be unable to make eye contact with a girl whom he has taken a liking to, and becomes very vulnerable as a result.

Biography : Demotheus Drahven is a Mori, that much is clear. At a relatively young age he fell in love with a beautiful girl, or at least lust. As he spent more time with the girl he realized that he no longer just desired her but he realized that he would do nearly anything for her, and quite willingly. He came to realize, or rather decide, that this feeling is "love". She had since died of a terrible illness that was not named. After a long time of mourning he is a sucker for a pretty girl with a genuine smile directed at him.

He was raised by himself, or rather, a slave driver - which is probably as good as raising himself if not worse. The man was harsh and loved the whip - Demotheus however, did not. Every time the man whipped him he would think terribly violent things. One day he would act on them. Demotheus was, by nature, very adept at deception. Whether he was concealing something or was lying through his teeth. It made it easier in the long run for him, as he often successfully pushed blame on other slaves for things he had done to avoid his own physical harm.

Demotheus is no man's fool, and aside from a few girls every now and then, no woman's fool either. His careful eyes have learned to watch everything. His words, chosen wisely each time - that is, until later in life when he met the girl - and his ears hearing things most Mori would not even hear. Sure, they would "hear" them but they wouldn't hear what's being said between the lines of speech like Demotheus can. He spent many months watching the slave master's routines, listening to the way he said things. He became the favored slave after much time by working hard and talking to him very often, mostly giving the man praise for being so superior to all. The man swallowed every word of it - hook, line and dagger - and the words rooted deep in his belly sowing the seeds of his fate ever more with each conversation they share.

He spent at least 2 weeks - perhaps more - carving a 5 inch long wooden knife to a fine point that could cut through cloth with ease, let a lone a man's skin - which he tested on himself successfully - and reversed his grip and hid it in his robe's sleeve. They were having a conversation, something about the other slaves but Demotheus payed little attention to this - for once - but instead decided on something. He would do it, and he would do it now.

"Your worship," *he bows in respect, gritting his teeth hating that he had to show even false respect to this man* "There seems to be.. something wrong with the back of your robe. A flaw, forgive me for the offense but please, may I fix it?" The slave master smiled and said, "yes, most faithful slave, you may fix this problem you have spotted with your keen eyes." Demotheus, in mocking humbleness, replies with, "Much thanks to you, your worship. It is an honor to even touch your clothing." There was indeed several annoyingly loose threads on the man's robe, which Demotheus proceeded to "fix".

"Are you almost done?" The slave driver asks. Demotheus gives a short "yes sir" in response. The knife, flicked out from reverse grip from the sleeve of Demotheus' robe, is pressed against the man's throat. The man is unsure what the object is so is relatively calm and thinks all is fine. "Is something the matter, Slave?" The man asks. "No, sir. I have almost fixed this problem." Demotheus replies. The man asks, "What is the problem, anyway?" unknowing of what Demotheus is referring to as the problem until Demotheus utters a short response to the man. "You." *He drags the knife through the man's throat quickly, leaving a gash 2 inches deep. The man stands up, unable to call for help, to call attention to his new found problem. After several seconds of the man's blood draining out of the wound and splashing to the floor he falls to the ground, limp and silent. Demotheus was never sure if the man died by drowning in his own blood or simply the loss of it.

From that day on he always carries at least a knife in his sleeve or some part of his person. His careful eyes and ears have never stopped watching and listening to every little sound.

Your character's ambitions : His ambitions are to find a girl that he once felt that wonderful feeling with and be able to feel it with her. He also wishes to learn the magical arts, and hopes to find a teacher for him.

Role Play 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?

*after listening to the man's crazy plot he thinks for a few moments. He decides whether or not this is worth the money, and then decides if he would get more for simply ratting the man out. He decides on the latter.* "So, who else is with you?" *Demotheus asks. The man then lists of several people with whom are confirmed to be partaking in this "adventure"* Well, let me think about it, alright? I might be interested.." *Demotheus hints, giving a short wink and a wry half smile, he then takes his leave after bidding farewell to the man. He moves to find the house of Miiystra and proceeds to give them all the information he heard, with plans of rising in society for this "good" deed.*

Your character finds himself 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 the 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?

*The crowd cheers around him, it is a happy spectacle of celebration. Although, to Demotheus' warped mind, it sounds more like hyena's cackling laughter. His uncovered eye scans the crowd to find someone, anyone, who isn't laughing. This takes place in the matter of a few seconds, and then, not finding anyone, he pushes all thoughts of grievances out of his mind for now and starts cheering and laughing with the crowd, all while taking note of the faces that murdered his friend. He will seek to one day destroy them in a very painful fashion, as it takes time to build trust to the level he had with that person who was killed by them and now he would have to restart that if he ever wanted someone to talk to without sounding sarcastic. They will get theirs all in due time.*

[Danny 2232]

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