Yorlii'sol Mori Application [Denied]

[Bawd 222]

Minecraft Account Name:

Pengepi

Character Name:

Yorlii'sol

Gender:

Male

Age:

37

Appearence:

Yorlii'sol is a slightly taller man than the average Mori'quessir, with long yet tidy black hair. His eyes are a misty grey, his skin is notably purple-tinted from an occasion on which he did not reach the caverns of Menorcress before sunrise, and spent the time hiding within the trees, his skin gaining a painful burn. His clothes are tidy, and his hands are impeccably clean. His cheekbones are high and his ears are slightly pointed.

Personality:

Yorlii'sol is a talkative man, often leaving whatever he is doing simply for the pleasure of a conversation. He enjoys arguing, although he is rather pacifistic. He is strong, yet lacks in mind power, but not too much. He dislikes those who would insult him about his lacking in intellect, although he is a generally friendly person. His ego is so large that it may well be his downfall, often shunning someone for a casual insult that could normally be brushed off. His attitude to the surface-dwellers is less than pleasant, but he will interact with them if necessary.

Biography:

Yorlii'sol was born, like all Mori'Quessir, in Menorcress. He takes no last name, believing that it is simply a means of his family stealing his glory when he eventually does something great. He wasn't treated well as a child, or educated very well, but both of these were done well enough that he survived. He would often play with stones from the caves, occasionally getting carried away and throwing them at other Mori. As he grew slightly older, he began to move closer and closer to the mouth of the cave, one day venturing outside. It was a beautiful night, the cold air on his skin, the moon overhead. He looked around, this being his first time outside of the caverns, marvelling at the landscape. Giant wooden structures with green hair... A cave roof with pinpricks that sparkled more than the most beautiful spiderweb... It was all beautiful. Yorlii'sol wandered, searching for more, more of this world. It took him about three hours to realise he was lost. He turned back the way he came. That was the way he came, right? No, he turned left, looking around. Nothing was familiar. The moon was lowering, and a giant circle was rising into the sky...

Yorlii'sol screamed out in pain as the sun's rays touched his skin. He quickly jumped under the shelter of a tree, his near naked body aching from a good few minutes in the heat of the sun. He lay there, groaning in pain until the moon came again, and the antagonistic circle of fire returned to where it came from. He moved slowly, breathing heavily, his skin having been victim to a small amount of sunlight for many hours. He crawled back to Menorcress, his body dry and aching, and slowly pulled himself inside.

After days of recovery, Yorlii'sol eventually stood up from the place where he had sat for days, walking slowly and cautiously. He drank some water, continuing his walk, until he reached his home. His mother asked him why he had left for so long without seeking her permission, although it was more of a superiority thing than care for her child, and he replied; "Zu'tour dosst norrs, dos yahae!"

Four days and countless beatings later, Yorlii'sol managed to escape from the wrath of his mother, keeping his life. He made a mental note to himself, Don't call mother a ***** again.

Years later, Yorlii'sol now in his twenties, he met his first love interest. She was a beautiful Mori, but she disliked Yorlii'sol and constantly taunted him about his lack of mental power. "You're a disgrace to the Mori'quessir!" "I've met surface-dwellers smarter than you!" "Go talk to the cave wall, it's closer to your level of intelligence!" These were but a few of the things she'd say. Annoyed, Yorlii'sol went outside again, somewhat proving her taunts true, by burning himself again. His skin now permanently burned with a purple tint, he walked inside the caverns, his eyes bloodshot and his skin warm and dry. After days of resting and drinking water, he eventually recovered for the most part.

Your characters ambitions:

Yorlii'sol believes that he is destined to lead the Mori'Quessir out of the caverns of Menorcress and overcome the surface-dwellers, and regardless of the improbability, he keeps believing.

===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?

Yorlii'sol glares at the man. "Dos ph'biu mal'ai." He says, rolling his eyes. "Nindel orn neitar xund, wael. Dos ph'biu mal'ai lu'natha og'elend, lu'sila nau bashuk ulu Menorcress." Yorlii'sol reports this incident to the nearest member of House Miiystra, constantly looking around, paranoid that the traitor may be following him. Yorlii'sol continues on his daily route through the caverns, avoiding anyone who looks like the traitor.

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?

Knowing that there is nothing that he can do, Yorlii'sol sighs, whispering to himself, "Xal dos inbal ap'zen wun l'huthin dro, abbil." Yorlii'sol continues watching in horror as the battle continues, looking around at the crowd, wondering why they enjoy watching his friend murdered. He, of course, enjoys watching their friends murdered, but when it is his friend murdered, it is completely different.

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