Spamshok's Mori App. [Accepted]

[Praetor 1550]

Minecraft Account Name:

0Altariel0

Character Name:

Private name: Lorall’l E’rilser

Public name: Tinost’i E’rilser

Gender:

Female

Age:

45

Appearence:

Lorall’l has silvery, long, loustrous hair which she keeps quite long, letting it fall in a long uniform drape across her shoulder, always keeping it perfect, and absolutely clean, lacking any knot or blemish. She has pale eyes, of a light grey-blue hue, piercing and sharp, not letting much pass. Sadly, she is extra sensitive to light from the outside world. She shamefully hides a blemish on her higher arm under a thin strip of leather tied tightly around her arm, so as not to arise questions about it, she keeps a crude symbole of a spider in the leather. Lorall’l is about 5ft6, with a slim, but muscled build. She likes to wear very skimpy clothes, so as to show off what she deems to be the perfect body. She colors a couple strands of her hair red, simply because she finds it pretty.

Personality:

Lorall’l is an extremely ambitious person, leaving very little thought for others, she thinks only of herself, and what power she can obtain by her every action. She has a deep passion for anatomy, and the actions of poisions on the body, always wanting to try out vivisections, or things of the sort. Her body is one of her points of intrest, and she cares for it with fanatical dedication, spending hours cleaning and washing. She can never, ever accept defeat or being wrong, but her ambition instincts will make her hide that until she has reached a higher position than the person who proved her wrong, and then destroy him. She thinks very much of herself, and thinks that she is the best, never letting anything shake this conviction, convinced that she will one day be the rules of the Mori. She does not think anybody deserves her true attention except if it works to her advantage. She uses the art of seduction like a tool, doing her best to manipulate people with it. Lorall’l also finds much intrest in knives, and other discreet weaponry. She always has a small, hald smile on her face, but she very rarely laughs, or finds anything truly amusing, faking this many a time, to gain favor, or other such advantages. She does not like light in the least, having been born with extra sensitive eyes, she likes staying in the shadows, and when she does venture out, she wears a heavy veil over her eyes. She considers most other races to be animals, and might use them for expirience.

Biography:

((Swgrclan agreed to the parts that concern his family))

Lorall’l was born 45 years ago, to the same parents as Xemn’Vus, but she hardly ever knew him, apart from his name. Like her brother, she was well fed, and cared for as well as could be, quickly developping intrests in the body, and how it worked. With these intrests, came a desire to upkeep her own, and after watching many a noble female pass, she started having wishful thinking wanting the perfect body, the body that would make every lady jealous of her. She kept her birthmark shamefully hidden by attaching a leather patch to her upper arm.

Very quickly, she started feeling, with the urge to be the prettiest, the urge to be the most powerful, and she began taking intrest in manipulation, watching and learning from her elders. And so, when the day came, and her mother told her about the Uaul’Selu, she instantly grabbed the chance, seeing in it a way to gain in power, and respect. For a long time, she had been jealous of one of her “friends” influence, and having gained he trust some time ago, the girl had stupidly told Lorall’l one of her closest secrets, that she believed that some of the races higher up might not be that bad actually. Delighted by the occasion, and never having dared do it before, Lorall’l told this to her family, casting shame at the same time on the friend, and the friends family.

Shortly after this, judging that she was strong enough, she left the house on her own, without asking, and set up a small abode in a small corner of the caves. She was 25. When she was hungry, she would seduce the shopkeepers into letting her have what she wanted in exchange of...services. Knowing very well that she must do this to be able to continue her existence.

She would steal or simply borrow books about alchemy, poisons, and the mori body when she had the occasion, taking great intrests in these subjects, and learning much about them. Every day she would train with her small dagger, trying to developpe her skills, turning into an adequate knife user, but never a true professional. She kept watching over her body and keeping it perfect as much as possible, thinking every moment of the day of her appearance.

By the age of 35, she had turned into a fit, striking lady, with great knowledge about the body, and poisons, and a very, very big thirst for power. Always wishing for more, not caring what happened to others in the process. She gathered a couple enemies in her time, Such as guards or merchants she had seduces and then tricked, for her gain. But she never felt as if she was at great risk. For she was arrogant, very arrogant.

But she was also aware that she must start in the lower rungs of society if she wanted to climb up, proposing herself as a healer for the population of Menorcress, using the favors gained this way to her advantage, and sometimes, as her patients were under the influence of her drugs, extract some secrets from them, which she would conserve, and use later to blackmail them.

She is now 45, and feels the urge to rise even more, her heart hardening further, for to her, the only way to rise, was to be heartless, and to be feared, and respected by others. And she would go to any means to get this respect...Any means...

Your characters ambitions:

She wishes to reach the best. Be the best, be feared and respected by all. Be rich. In her more secret ambition, she also wishes to find somebody she can trust, and depend on. But she would never admit it, as a sign of weakness. She dreams of becoming strong as well, stronger than any warrior. Even if that might never happen.

===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?

Tinost’i looks at the man, a half smile on her face as she tilts her head slowly to one side, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face, as she looks at him thoughtfully, a hand lazily dropping to her waist, and staying there, asking in a calm, precise voice “What shall I gain from this?” The man hesitates for a mere second, before saying in the same voice “A portion of the power...When we win..” Tinost’i smiles widely, and nods slowly, letting him take her down a small alley to a dark house, where a smallparty of mori are regrouped. After a long talk, she excuses herself, and leaves. As soon as she gets out, she hurries towards the Miiystra family house, and contacts them, inclining herself very low, she murmurs in a respectful voice the plan about the plot, and the location of the conspiration letting them deal with it, happy to have gained some more respect and possible power from one of the most powerful houses, she laughs softly to herself, and walks off, hardly thinking of the horrors to come for the ringleaders.

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?

As she watches the man be beaten to death, she stamps on the ground in annoyance, before quickly faking pleasure and joy, cheering with the rest of the crowd, annoyance clear in her eyes. She had been close to extracting secrets from him, and turning them against his family, and now the stupid oaf was dead. As she sits back down, her eyes run along the crowd, not feeling an ounce of true regret for the dead man, already thinking if there is another suitable target out there, which she could use to her advantage. As she spots a male staring at her from a couple steps down, she smiles back very slightly, mysteriously. Maybe she already had found that...

A screenshot of your skin:

((Note, I hope my ages are right, and her actions are logic for her age. I wasn’t too sure about that))

[Danny 2232]

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