To'ryll's App [Revoked]

[V0idsoldier 1139]

"Dalhar del lil to'ryll solen"

"Child of the green eyes"

Minecraft Account Name: Voidsoldier

Character Name: To'ryll

Race: Mori'quessir

Gender: Male

Age: 23 (Mori) 121 (Human)

Appearence:

To'ryll stands at a rather normal height for a male Mori'quessir, nearing close to 5'11. His body is lean and built, though his frame is not that of a bulky man. His body structure is built for that of a boxer, lean and long, or a archer. His face has very edgy features, leaving little room for the fat on his chin that many human nobles have come to acquire. He looks stunningly charming, and has a heir of suave to him at all time.

His skin is lightly paled, a certain hue of grey, as if a perfect blend of both dark and light. His eyes, much as his name may speak of, are a wondrous and stunning Emerald hue, bright as the gems themselves. His hair, unlike most Mori, is of a darker hue, taking on the color almost of obsidian, jet black and slightly reflective as if silk flowing down. His face is rather flawless, not a scratch on it due to his rather young age he has yet to get into any true conflicts. He will almost always be seen with a small, cocky smirk on his soft lips, no matter the incident his facial features never falter, be it in a fight, or be it whilst he tries his hand talking to a female Mori, the smirk is always by his side, a reminder of his enigmatic and charming personality.

His clothes are nothing out of the ordinary, they are average from the usual Mori clothing choice. Light and open in most places to show his sculpted body, he prefers to keep his clothing both looking good, yet also ready to fight at any given time, if need be. He wears slightly tight pants with a carrier pouch strapped to either leg, a loose fitting belt that hangs low, also holding a pouch. His shirt is a laced vest with nothing underneath. His looks are nothing too special, his clothes are rather normal, though there is something about him, likely his bright gem like eyes, that catch the attention of many eyes, even when he is not seeking them.

A distinguishing feature outside of his black hair and emerald eyes are the two tattoos he holds dear to him. On either arm a winding serpent wraps around his sculpted bicep and forearm, curving all the way around the entirety of his arm. Curling back around, the head meets in the front again, its eyes as shining as To'ryll's them self. The symbology behind this is he sees his animal guide as a serpent and has found that by embracing this guide, he has more luck and skill on any particular mission he may be sent on. That... And in his words "Ol zhah bwael lorith." "It's good looking."

Personality:

To'ryll is a enigmatic, young, charming, and often times arrogant Mori. He is playful and joking at most times of his life, regardless of the current situation at hand, and yet he knows when it is time to be serious. His words are like a flowing silk from his mouth. He speaks with a silver tongue, often times his words will sound poetic and flowing, no matter what he is speaking about, his words have the ability to draw people closer.

Despite being playful, To'ryll has a heir of mystery to him. On the outside, he may sometimes come across as a immature child, even to come Mori as a weak boy, though he his much more than his charming playful attitude lets off. He is quick witted, he always knows what to say and when to say it, despite his arrogance he knows sometimes the best thing to say, is nothing at all. He is often times trusting of others, even if past conflict with them tells him he shouldn't, he is more than likely willing to forgo past problems, because he himself has led a rather questionable life.

He is quick on his feet and in his mind, he may sometimes play himself off as a stupid man, though he never lets things slip by his watchful eyes, and never confronts someone or something without proper insight first. He is not humble per say, in fact he can often be seen boasting of things that should be kept a secret, though despite this he knows some tales are better left un spoken, even if that means he wont get a lot of attention.

He is a charmer, a true boy toy. He is rather submissive when it comes to the Matriarchal life style the Mori'quessir have, having no doubts or hate about it. He lets off a very suave and persuading personality, trying to coax whoever it is he needs to into getting what he wants. He does not find himself as a man who takes orders well, but he will not openly admit or show this, he will keep these thoughts in his head, only rarely taking action upon them if the time is right. Because of his job, he has developed a nice persona for himself.

Biography:

To'ryll, the child of the green eyes as his loving mother always would call him, grew up in a rather normal, rather dull life. His mother was never a rich nor a noble woman, in fact she her self had led a normal dull life. She had never strived to be anyone of any power, even though her beautiful looks and charming personality could have led her to a high position in the Matriarchal society that is the Mori'quessir, she had decided the drama and pain were not worth the rewards.

For the longest time in her life, she thought she would never have her own child, thought that herself was going to be the last of her blood line, but then the green eyed stranger came by. He bore a cloak, his hair black as the night itself, his eyes shining compared to his perfect skin. Who he was, his name, his past, none of that mattered to her, she wanted him, wanted him more than anything else in this world. "Vel'bol natha Mori j'nesst ssinssrin il cas" What a Mori woman wants, she gets. As they fell into bed besides each other, she had thought she had found the one, a true companion for her woeful days, she soon fell asleep in his arms, cradled in a passionate loving embrace.

She awoke to a empty bed, and a feeling in her gut. She knew she was pregnant.

She had never regretted a thing, raising To'ryll as any mother would, had she felt sorrow deep in her heart to be played such a way? She had, though she never looked at it that way, in her eyes, she had the perfect son. In every way, he reminded her of him, of the stranger who bed then fled from her. His emerald green eyes, his jet black hair, his etched features, and as he grew older, even his outlook on life and his attitude matched the man she had lusted for on that night. He had been raised in a rather boring life, though as his age grew, so did the adventure waiting just under his skin. He always was one to act before thinking. Once To'ryll came of age his mother told him of the stranger she had bed with to birth him, the man who had left, of his own looks, his obsidian dark hair and his own emerald green eyes. From that day on he had decided that though this man had left them, he wanted his looks to shine as bright as that man. He has taken to a annual dying of his hair, thick sets of dyes put into his hair at regular intervals to keep his jet black hair from fading.

To'ryll's want for adventure got him in many a fight at a young age, often with opponents of much better skill than himself, but he never was smart enough to back down. He soon found out he may not have been as strong or as tough as the other Mori boys, but he was twice as fast and three times as agile, combining this with his sheer lust for adventure, it soon led him down a path most would not care to admit, one that he himself bragged about. He began to steal things. Small things at first, a couple of minas from a man or two, but moved up until finally he was even going so far as the invade the homes of the people around him to steal a few things, that is until "the man" caught him.

A couple of his rather outgoing friends set him on a path that should have meant sure death, though even with those odds lucky emerald managed to make a career of it. He had targeted the home of a Mori guard, and soon found himself inside and taking the sword he was sent after, until a cold strong hand was placed on his neck, his face slammed into the wall and his hands shackled behind his back, thrown into a corner like one would a crying child. "Dos kuuv ulu sultha lil delmah del Usstan lueth olplynir?" "You dare to enter the home of I and steal?" he asked, his voice rather calm, his face looking of rather little interest, truly the guard had little thought of this petty thief, until finally a thought came to his mind "Nau kyorl. Dos phuul lil Ssinssrigg Olplyn?" "No wait... You are the love thief?"

Swallowing down his fear of the situation, To'ryll allowed his confident smirk to appear across his face, a playful look in his eyes "Del heen Usstan uil dos waeles! Plynn nindolen tir xor lil ul'hyrr zhah tir!" "Of course I am you idiot! Take these off or the idea is off!" He speaks lowly but confidently, willing to say anything at this point to get himself out of this sticky situation. After undoing his restraints on his hands they sat down and spoke for a while. To'ryll had heard of such Love Thieves before, and though his talents were in the area of thieving he had never thought of doing such a thing, but this was his only out, he merrily accepted the request given to him by the guard, tonight he was a love thief, whether he wanted to be or not.

The name of the Mori woman in question did not matter and he had never received it, he was told the place of the item and what the item was, a diary in this case, that he had to retrieve. The reward was a simple yet gracious 2000 minas, something that appealed to To'ryll, considering the blade he was going to steal was only worth that of 50-100 minas. The work was natural, even easy for To'ryll, he was in and out in record time with the diary, which he promptly returned to the man. He found that he had liked this line of work, not only was he putting his talents to work in a suitable way, he was also getting paid more than he could ever imagine.

To'ryll's story picks up shortly after this event, his life in the Mori'quessir land is only just beginning, and much development will come his way.

Your characters ambitions:

To'ryll is not a man of many ambitions. He does not seek to be the most known man in the community, nor does he seek to be a feared warrior, his lifestyle is rather lax. One thing he does in fact want is to be a professional love thief. He has of yet only performed one job, though his ambition is to become a mori sought out by many for his professional skill. To'ryll has always lived in a rather meak existence, his mother and himself having lived in close to poverty, resorting to living in the slums. Do to this poor lifestyle he once led, a side ambition of To'ryll's is to become a Mori with much wealth, which is one reason he has chosen his career path.

In later days, To'ryll may even branch out further, not only just in Mori society but in the society as a whole and work as a thief for hire.

Why does your character do what he/she does?

A few simple reasons why To'ryll does what he does.

Greed:

To'ryll has a slight want for money in all forms. He seeks to be rich and because of this he has chosen the career path of a hireable thief. He tends to do little free lance thieving, only stealing when necessary and when hired.

Lust for adventure:

To'ryll cannot stand a boring life. One of the few things he fears is to have his life turn into the boring existence he was born into. He does what he does not only for the money, but for the thrills it brings with such conquering treasure. He thinks of it as not only a job, but as a hobby, something he enjoys doing.

Title:

To'ryll wants to be known as a man whom is good at thieving. Some Mori would see this as a disgraceful title, never lowering themselves to such a lower existence, but to To'ryll he sees it as a honor to be known as a quick footed, quick witted thief. He strives to prove himself to everyone around him, as if he has something to prove.

What moral boundaries does your character adhere to, if any?

To'ryll, unlike many Mori around him, is not a killer. He has no interest in the darker shades of Mori life such as killing and slaving, to him he sees this as pitiful such as many people see thieving as pitiful. When it comes to a situation that may lead to violence, he is not "afraid" of confrontation, though he does not seek it out, nor does he like to participate in it. He has had his fair share of fights from Mori who think they can prove themselves through their fists, and he has decided a path like that is not where he belongs. He is willing to kill if that is what it takes, though in the long run his morality looks for any other path aside from that.

What are some notable strengths and weaknesses of your character?

Strengths:

- To'ryll is quick on his feet. He is incredibly agile and built for running and climbing, because of this it enhances his abilities to infiltrate buildings and such.

-To'ryll is quick witted and rather smart. He is witty as well. He will likely always have a cocky and witty remark to whatever a man may say. He uses this technique, his quick wit, charming personality and heir of suave to get what he wants.

-Though not the most skilled with a blade, or weapons in general, he has found himself to be a adept swordsmen. Even still, he prefers use of his bow over blade, as it keeps him out of harms way and keeps enemies at bay.

Weaknesses:

-To many a Mori, his seeming arrogance and cocky attitude may anger them. He does not seek to enrage fellow brothers though it tends to happen naturally when he out plays them.

-To'ryll, though very smart, rarely thinks before acting. Because of this he may get into many a conflict for whatever reason.

-To'ryll, being a love thief, may find himself in the danger zone if anyone chooses to target him for his line of work.

What role will your character play in Asulon?

To'ryll will play the role of a enigmatic, charming, young man with a heir of suave. He will play the role of a thief for hire, and he will play the role of a trouble maker. His endeavors are never to cause others pain, in fact he loves bringing people together with his profession, but in the end his life style is that of a charming thief, and because of this many problems will arise around him, likely due to him. A mischievous and still learning young man he will play the role of a Mori who is still learning to give himself fully to his society, and to prove his worth.

Is your character loyal or a backstabber?

To'ryll is a loyal back stabber, to put it simply. To him, if he thinks crossing you is the right path, he will do it. If he somehow develops a relation, friend or otherwise, that he deems to be true and reliable, he will not betray that connection, but up until this point in his life he has never had true friends, true people whom care about him outside of his own mother, and even then he fled from her house at a early age. He knows he does not have many people to rely on and because of this he does what he must to ensure his safety. He is loyal to the Mori and finds clever ways to out smart people whom insult them.

Are you familiar with all server/villain application rules?

Very much so, yes.

Evils to be considered for?

1: Thievery, cheating, jailbreaking and lock breaking.

Thievery: This is the basis for every thing To'ryll does in life. From a early age he had picked up this talent and has flourished with it ever since. He has mastered what he sees as a art and even has gone so far as to make a career out of it as he tries to establish himself as a known love thief. His days of free lance thieving are over, now he only thieves for those who pay.

Cheating: From time to time To'ryll may find himself having to cheat his way to victory. Whether this means a pair of loaded dice or something entirely different, he is willing to do what he has to do get what he wants.

Jail breaking and lock picking: These two can go together as a pair. If To'ryll is ever caught in his acts and sentence to jail, or possibly worse, he will do everything he can to free himself. He keeps two lock pick sets on him at all times, one in his vest pocket, the other hidden away in a pouch in his boot. Likewise, if he needs to get into a house he will use his superb skills to do so, rather than most brutes would do and bash it open, he prefers the thrill of lock picking, seeing that to as a game to prove himself.

((Other evils may come after if character development leads itself to this, though for now this is all I see fit and want to stick entirely to my character.))

Why do you as a player wish to and think you deserve to play as a villain?

I have role played as villains for about a entire year now, almost since the day I have joined the server I have been a villain. I have been through ups and downs but from what I am told I can dish out good and even great role play with the privilege of a VA. I know the rules to the dot, I know what I can and cant do and I know to stick entirely to my character.

===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?

To'ryll, is torn. His two greatest desires conflicting with each other. On one hand he has sought to prove himself to the Mori community, on the other hand this shadowed man was offering coin beyond his wildest dreams. To'ryll comes from the shadows himself, he has lived there for as long as he has known and has participated in shady acts before, he knew that this was not as simple as it sounded, that this dream the man had portrayed in front of To'ryll was nothing but a illusion cast out by a shadow with a cause. Despite all this, the words rolled from To'ryll's tongue like silk itself, enveloping the man in their warm embrace

"Usstan orn xun ol" "I will do it" He says softly, a smirk on his soft lips, a glint in his emerald eyes. On the outside he portrayed himself as a savvy man looking for quick minas, but on the inside his directory was simple, get the information, turn him to the Mori community. Not only would he be payed, he would be applauded for his work by turning in this rat. After a few more moments of conversing, the money changed hands, the words given to one another, valuable information on a plot to over throw the Mori community. Sliding the coins away he would let the man go, but would follow close behind, keeping an eye out for any symbolance of a man or woman in power. Spotting a beautiful Mori noble he would stroll over, a few coins changing hands, a finger pointed at the shrouded rat. The simple words were spoken

"Chiana. Uk kuuv olis'inth ulu phor luth." "Betrayal. He dare plot to over throw." He would say calmly, watching as the woman strides over and tears the cloak from his body before hauling him off to what would appear to be certain death. "Luck, was not on your side" he would mumble to himself in broken common, a phrase commonly spoken by the child with the Emerald eyes

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?

Friends... To'ryll had never had many of them, even now as he watched his friend die, his compatriot lay on the floor being beat to death, he realized his connection to him... to anyone was lacking, thoroughly. The crowds chants of death died out around him, his mind slipping away from the current scene, a tinge of sorrow running through his mind, finally his senses come rushing back to him, his emerald green eyes watching the scene calmly

"Luck... was not on your side, my friend" He would find himself mumbling under his breath, the phrase sounding less like silk, and more of a sorrow filled man, finally he would wipe away the emotions he might have. A competition like this was nowhere to look weak, he would pick up the chants and yells of the crowd halfheartedly, giving up finally and leaving the scene.

As you turn the corner into a dimly lit alley, a pair of young female rothe (slave/cattle) instantly run up to you. They are begging for a donation of either coin or bread.How does your character react?

"You seek... a hand out?" He would utter to them, his small smirk appearing on his soft lips, his voice soft and gentle, like silk from a silver tongue "Free money?" He finally shakes his head, smiling to the two young girls "I give no free money, but you can earn it." he utters out, clearly trying hard to remember the words of common he was taught, his accent thick yet soft. Gazing up at him with big blue eyes the two girls would push and push, as if he was their savior for even being so kind. He knew his fellow Mori would likely be killing them, and while it is true he did not like the other races, he had not intentions on beating someone who did not fully deserve it. They were to serve as a tool for his latest hired mission, a distraction "I will pay... 100 minas... for distraction" He utters out, still smiling.

Pointing down the road he flips a 100 minas coin to their greedy hands "Run that way... make noise... be annoying" he says finally, setting off the other direction. They eagerly follow his orders, money in hand, causing a storm to flair up, angry Mori galore as he sneaks into the designated home, stealing a small silver ring, a token of love.

A male and female rivvil [human] and a rivvil child seem lost amidst the alley-ways of byr'shuk [outsider-market]. The woman walks with a long staff, and the man appears to have a scabbard at his side.How does your character react?

Clapping his hands together and rubbing them together with a playful grin, he would utter out a few words in Mori "Belbau ussa ap'zen" "Give me luck" Sliding along the alley ways he knew this poor human family was the perfect target to practice on. Finally, he would meet them face to face with the same playful charming grin on his soft lips "Hello..." He would utter out in broken common, still smiling despite his poor knowledge on the language. His emerald eyes would search all three up and down for anything of value, noting a chain hanging out of the humans left pocket, he would slowly cock his head, his eyes drifting off to the left, a necklace stand laying there, the owner seeming to have gone for a meal. Glancing back, now with half suspicion in his eyes, he would quickly wipe it away. They would reply with a nervous but happy hello.

Saying his goodbyes he knew he would have to get it back. Letting his body collide with the large humans body he would slide his nimble hand into his pocket, pull the chain out, and slide it into his own pocket, all in one swift move. "Oh I... Sorry" He says with a slight frown "I apolo... gize" he nods gently, the pair walking away briskly. Sitting by the stand he would await for the owner to return, a beautiful purple eyes Mori woman. Returning the necklace with a charming grin he would speak sweetly to her "Dosst solen knif ssussun saph natha euol" "Your eyes glow bright like a gem" smiling once more to her as he lets his emerald eyes flash upon hers, slightly undoing a lace or two on his vest, as if to entice her, the conversation continuing~

Two guards try to break up a fight between your acquaintance and two members of another qu'ellar [house]. Your 'friend' slays one of the guards as he approaches, causing the others to draw their arms. How does your character react?

"Oh dear Nemiisae..." He would utter under his breath, stumbling back a few paces and holding up his hands defensively, as if showing he means no harm to the two rather serious looking guards. He was going to be very hard pressed to talk his way out of this, but he knew he would rather try his hand at talking then try his hand at running and dying.

"Now look..." He would begin in flawless Mori, his words sweet and smooth, warm as a fire, the true words of a charmer "Clearly there is a misunderstanding here..." He would continue, making it all up as he went "You see I just so happened upon this beautiful silver chain, and lo and behold it actually belongs to someone!" He slides his hand into his pocket, pulling the chain out "All you had to do was ask!" He would keep his smile but frown in his mind, it was either give up the love token or die with it, and he was not dying today. Tossing the chain over lightly he would let out a sigh of relief

"Two days of jail time child." the guard would say to To'ryll, which he would eagerly accept considering the other, much more bloody, path.

A screenshot of your skin:

Got a skin made just for this character ^.^

[Swgrclan 2682]

[[Just giving a tip; all Mori'Quessir have white hair naturally. I suggest adding some kind of explanation for his dark hair.]]

[V0idsoldier 1139]

[[Just giving a tip; all Mori'Quessir have white hair naturally. I suggest adding some kind of explanation for his dark hair.]]

((Though I am saddened by the fact I cannot have his hair naturally black, I have added in the reasoning behind it, making it un natural and due to dying it. Thank you kindly for this tip ^.^))

[Danny 2232]

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