Shady's Mori Application [Accepted]

[Shady 18]

Minecraft Account Name: NeoTholian

Public Character Name: Vas'Roos Dener’al

Private Character Name: Vier’vas Der’nal

Race: Mori’quessir

Gender: Female

Age: 107

Appearance: Vier’vas has a rather big bosom and wide hips. She decorates her crystal hair by using blue dye for slight accents and small golden rings to bind pieces of her hair together. She has pale violet, almost white eyes, which make her face quiet recognizable. Though her female curves would be seen through her clothing she prefers to show these, as the same goes for her rather trained off parts. The slight shade, of precise muscles, at her stomach reveals the signs of the intensive training she underwent. Other than her physical appearance there is only one other regularity, the dark iron scythe that she keeps with her at all times. ( This scythe shall be explained later on in the biography. )

Personality: Vier’vas would be seen as a rather closed person, though these opinions come from those who have not met her yet. She holds a great hatred to all those who are impure in her eyes, those who wander the surface. As this hatred is rather extreme the same goes in the opposite way, for those who have gained her thrust she shall open herself towards. But thrust is never to be owned or gained on a single day, not many shall and have ever seen in the truth which Vier’vas hides. For only her brother is one of those, he also has to withstand the ventures she launches at him. In moments of rage her mind focuses and time seems to stop until her anger would be triggered, where she quickly calculates her situation methodically. She may have rather extreme emotions towards those she thrusts and those she does not know, she shall always respect the ranks which rule in the Mori’quessir. She does not easily lose her temper, after all “the death of one which merely gives a temporary satisfaction... could have given her pleasure and joy for hours and hours by tormenting and toying with them.“

Biography:

As Vier’vas would always join Var’dagoth in his lessons at the Melee-Magthere she slowly became aware of the joy that welled inside her as she saw how blood would seep out of a student’s leg as he hadn’t obeyed Ul’Saruk. Slowly she grew more and more passionately in love with the deep red color of the shed blood as she began to train harder and harder, hoping to impress her teachers, whenever she could. She tried out every single weapon she could think of but did not even once received the satisfaction she searched for. Hatred slowly rose up in her deepest self, hatred towards these weapons, hatred towards herself. As she started to wander the dark caverns she questioned herself, questioned her existence as the lust for bloodshed remained in the back of her head.

As years passed and she continued to feel this anger towards herself she went towards the dark caverns. Her brother had long since left and thus she had remained alone with her thoughts, with her deepest weakness of not being able to handle any of those weapons. But not once she had confessed this and she would never do so. Slowly she came to the end of the caverns and entered the dark black night, her feet brushing along the cold dew, hanging on the rather long wild grass. With elegant movements she continued to walk towards the moon as her feet slowly began to become aware of every single dew drop remaining on them.

The past four years she had made this routine of walking outside at night, hopefully waiting for her brother to return as anger filled her with the question why he had left her behind. She could hear how the grass behind her rustling as it is smashed down by a rather heavy human’s feet. With a trained movement she instantly turned around, her hands going towards her hips as she laid her fingers firmly around her daggers. With disgust she watched as an armed thief came closer towards her, patting his rather thick wooden mace in his hand palm. A mere smile played around her lips as she looked at the made gesture, her fingers silently playing with her dagger as she stared at the human. Eagerly she stepped forward, wanting to rip his stomach open as soon as she could, to look at the beautiful way how his blood would paint a round bow through the air.

A sudden breaking branch came from her left and she quickly turned her head, seeing how three more bandits slowly came out of the bushes around her. She spotted in disgrace towards the ground as she raised her daggers, one above her and one in front of her. She ran towards the bandit in front of her, instantly bringing her lower dagger forward. As the human tried to block this she slammed her upper dagger downwards. The humans lip merely got touched by the dagger but as it went lower it gained a further width span and slashed his whole chest open.

An arrow passed her head and pulled some of her hair out along its flight, its feather brushing her ear slightly. She quickly lowered herself and brought both her daggers to the front as she ran towards the bandit to her right, with swift movements she raised her dagger, ready to place her second mark of death. As she jumped in front of the human, both her daggers above her head, ready to slash down. The sound of a releasing string was to be heard as she quickly realized her mistake, a blunt feeling rushed through her body as she could feel how the arrowhead forced itself a way into her waist, cutting through her flesh and muscles. Her jump lost its strength and she fell to the right as the arrow stuck out of her waist.

She gritted her teeth as she slowly raised herself, anger to be seen in her eyes as she brought her hand towards the arrow shaft, breaking it off so that it would not hinder her in her movements. Her thick red blood started to leak down her leg and tights as she moved forward, her movements rather unfocused. Adrenaline coursed through her body as her smile slowly feinted. She slowly readied herself as she saw how the thief slowly laid yet another arrow on his bow, the three-feathered shaft clearly to be seen it the soft rays of moonlight, that night. A sudden hit made her realize yet her next mistake as she could feel how a pain rushed through her spine, a thief had crept up on her back and slammed her with his thick wooden mace. With a rather held back scream she fell to her knees, the arrowhead burying itself deeper into her waist with this movement.

She blinked a few times as she tried to hold back her tears, seeing how the thief’s mace came down back again, towards her head. With a last scream the mace forced itself against her skull, making her lose consciousness. Her body went limp as she fell to the ground, her head lying in the wet morning dew.

As her eyes slowly open some mere rays of light fall into them, blinding her in a mere moment. When she tries to move her hands she notices thick iron chains hanging around them, a sudden pain sears through her as the crack of a whip is to be heard on her back. A scream of pain releases in her throat as she lays her against the cold stone wall. “ What a ****... “ a deep voice speaks from the back of the room as a quick nod is to be seen. The whip coming back onto her back, ripping some of her skin of as the rough leather forces itself deep into her flesh.

Yet another whip slash forced a searing pain through her back as the feint scars and bleeding wounds remained on her back “Faster you pitiful *****...“ the leader’s deep voice commanded. Her hands began to move faster as she forced the needle through the carpet, with great precision she took yet another colored thread and placed it into the third needle as she kept the other two between her fingers. Her fingers remained on moving as the red marriage dress slowly began to take on its form. Three months she had not done one single thing but weaving clothes and gathering the slowly growing weed that he used to farm himself. With a deep cold voice he spoke “Food... slave... Food“ as he gestured towards her mouth as she gave him a disgusted look. Slowly she raised herself as she could feel how the wounds on her back got back ripped open by this movement, blood started to seep out of her new and old wounds. With stiff and pained muscles she walked towards the fields, feeling the freedom that the shrouding darkness gave her. Her fingers grasped firmly around the scythe as she turned around and looked at the rather fat male “ Lil waela ragar brorna lueth wund nind, kyorlin elghinn“ she hissed. A small dark smile played around her lips as she bit them softly, some blood trickling down from them, while the chain on which her feet was attached silently rang, with every movement.

She tightened her fingers around the shaft of the scythe and slowly walks towards the male, who was starting to doze off into a deep sleep. With a bright smile she raised the scythe, seeing how the man opened his eyes and they spread more widely she laughed madly as she brought down the scythe, cleaving his skull with it. With a satisfied look she raised her scythe was again and started to slash down onto the human, his stomach being ripped open by the rough edges of the scythe. The stank of his intestines spread through the room as she continued to hack into him, blood covered her whole scythe as small splashed of blood painted her face.

When she had finally ended her playing with his, by now malformed body, she brought the edge of her scythe to his head and started to kick on it, trying to cut it off. With a loud crack the back spine gave in and the scythe rapidly found its way through the humans flesh. With a satisfied look she grabbed the head and began to pull the blood drenched hair of the male through the iron chain. After detaching herself from the heavy and cold iron chain she had brought the lock of it towards her scythe and attached it, along with the males head.

Slowly she left the house as the chain rang after her, filling the night with its grotesque look.

Days passed as she finally reached the Menorcress and returned to her old home where she slowly regained her calm while she continued to weave, waiting in return for her brother.

Your characters ambitions: Vier’vas has gained an extreme hatred towards any who claim the surface as their home. She seeks for power and wishes to purge the surface from their filthy habits… their filthy lives. To do so she will have to gain more power first as alone she will never be able to reach these ambitions. While on the other hand she feels the urge to ever knowing and learning more. She continues to train as much as she can, hoping to gain more and more power as she does so. At the other hand her rather artistically side comes out when she begins to weave one of her clothes, one of the few ways to regain her calm.

Why does your character do what he/she does?: Vier’vas has been tortured and spoiled by the surface races. Her pain during that time has turned into hatred and she wishes to deliver the same pain back to those races. Her passion for the deep red color of blood has turned nearly into an obsession as she has begun to love pain and death. She can find no greater satisfaction than feeling how the splashes of blood cover her body while she forces her scythe deeper into once body. Their screams are like a sacred melody to her as she gets completely intoxicated by the feeling of pain towards others, and towards herself in some situations. She lives to deliver pain and purge the surface dwellers.

What moral boundaries does your character adhere to, if any?: Vier’vas does not have many boundaries. You could call her rather stubborn or steadfast, as for once she gets her mind set on something, she ‘shall’ reach it. Though she is not stupid, she shall keep things that could hurt her in any way to herself, and shall never act without thinking. She respects the ranks that rule within city but shall not once leave the chance to hurt one of lower ranking. Though her personal preferences go to hurting those from above. She has not the slightest problem with murdering or torturing one, for it gives her the greatest ( apart from one ) satisfaction she can obtain.

What are some notable strengths and weaknesses of your character?:

- Vier’vas has rather and extreme personality in terms of emotions, she shall always try to restrain them. But once one pushes her too far, she ‘shall’ releases those emotions. Mostly ending in physical conflicts. ( This does not mean that she shall handle without thinking, one murder is less pleasing than hours of pain. )

- Vier’vas is an excellent fighter with her scythe. But considering any other weapon, besides daggers, she is rather weak and under developed.

- She has a rather twisted mind, meaning that if she wishes to hurt one or another she will do this in rather weird ways. She shall not simply hurt these people, but rather she shall break everything around them until they fall into despair and beg for their own dead instead of those they love.

- She is rather athletic and swiftly in her movements, but her stamina is not the greatest. She gets exhausted pretty fast as she has not yet regained her fully strength, nor has she reached her full potential.

- She has a weakness of being curious, if something has been said that interests her, she will use all means possible to know what it exactly was. Though this can be seen also as an strength as she interests her for different aspects.

- She has great difficulties with stopping to pain someone, once she has started too. Mostly she will need someone to stop her before realizing that her opponent has long begged for mercy.

- Tough it was during her time that she was captured she has build up an even greater passion for clothing, at first she did not wishes to acknowledge it. But she has build up a rather slight passion for weaving and creating various clothes and such.

- Vier’vas mostly thinks twice before doing certainties, almost never shall she handle without having thought of the possible mistakes or happenings that could occur during certain events.

What role will your character play in Asulon?: On one hand Vier’vas wishes to cleanse the surfacers of all their impurity and shall do so with force if given the chance. On the other hand she shall be a rather standard Mori while in Menorcress, living as they do and weaving in her pastime. Her true nature shall only come above when she is around people she disgusts, mostly being the surface dwellers.

Is your character loyal or a backstabber?: This can be seen from different points. It takes an rather large amount of effort to gain Vier’vas, her thrust. But once this has been gained she shall trust you blindly, or at least make it look like that. If Vier’vas trusts you after merely a week ( irl time counting. ) then it shall probably be, because she has to find that certain spot where she will cleave her dagger into your back. She is not loyal nor a backstabber. She more works with a trading system. Who gives shall receive, and she shall not give first unless she can gain pleasure or profit out of doing so, unless she wishes you to ‘trust’ her to find that certain spot on your back.

Are you familiar with all server/villain application rules?: Yes, I have read all the server and villain application rules. And I fully agree with them, they are there for out and others own good and the overall enjoyment that we can gain out of role-playing.

Evils to be considered for?:

-1: Thievery, Cheating, Lockpicking, and Jailbreaking:

Vier’vas shall always go to the furthest extend to gain what she wishes for. If this means she has to pick a lock, cheat. Or even be jailed to get closer to a certain person she wishes gone, then she shall do so. Nor shall she let the chance of gaining some unprotected jewels go. Considering the jailbreaking she has understood that the jails in the overworld are under developed. Thus if needed she shall let herself be jailed and break out if this brings her any closer to her objectives. This could also be used to get into an extremely fortified fortress.

Nor would she have second thoughts to steal from any but her own kind.

-2a: Murder Type A - Assassinations, Murdering when unprovoked:

Vier’vas gets the greatest satisfaction ( besides one, obviously ) of hearing the screams of pained humans. She shall assassinate anyone that stands in her way or has called upon her fury, by any means. Considering the murdering she merely enjoys the feeling of hot splashing blood onto her skin or the screams of agony, while she forces her scythe deeper into ones flesh. Though this does not means she shall handle without thinking, in anyway. ( These motives slightly go with 2b: Killing for pleasure, twisted ways of killing. ,too. )

-2b: Murder Type B - Killing for pleasure, twisted ways of killing (cannibalism, weird fetishes), Torture, Slaving:

Vier’vas has an nearly insane, or rather great obsession for blood and the pain of others. She finds nothing more relaxing then feeling how the blood of her victims splatters onto her face while she would slowly force her hand deeper into the small cut she had made into once stomach, grabbing his intestines and pulling them out while she would smile at the pained face of her victim. While being fully aroused by the gorgeous feeling of their pain she would slowly lick up the splashes of blood while keeping of delivering inhuman pain as long as she could. At the other hand she finds great enjoyment in the humiliation of slaves or just by delivering pain to them too. It is merely on object on which she ventures, to her.

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

I think that being a villain would really bring my role-play to a new level, and I could work it out to a much further extent. I understand that villains are here to enhance not only our own but for most the role-playing enjoyment of others. It should not only matter how we role-play our characters but also why. And I think that if I was my character ( I very often think about the feelings and emotions of my characters. ) that I would have developed a great hatred towards others. And this piece of my character, which makes it realistic, would only come out if I would be a villain. I think I understand all the rules and got the true meaning behind being a villain. Being a villain does not give your more rights, it only gives you more duties. You are being a part of this server and you must be a rolemodel to others. People will look at you and thus you must be and try your very best to make role-playing more enjoyable for everyone.

===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?

Vier’vas slowly walks towards the cloaked figure, smiling slightly as she brings her hand towards her back, gently brushing her fingers along the shaft of her scythe “ Yess? “ she hisses in a rather weird way. Her eyes slowly run across the man as she takes a small step back, not being able to see whether or not he is armed.

“ Will you join me.. “ the cloaked man whispers towards her as he slowly stretches his arm out to her.

A grin plays around her lips as a rather loud laughter erupts from them “ Join you.. “, she whispers in a sarcastic way as she turns her back towards the man, walking off as her hips move rather elegantly in the darkness.

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?

Vier’vas slowly raises herself as she claps her hands, loudly cheering with the rest of the crowd. Seeing how the sand slowly starts to turn red by her fried’s beautiful red blood. “ Pitiful creature.. “ she whispers in front of her as she tries to get a better view on the still being beaten corpse. Blood is gulping out of some holes in the stomach of her once friend, a dark smile playing around her lips as she remains standing, as the other Mori slowly continue to watch the rest of the games. Though her view does not includes those anymore, for her eyes are locked onto the malformed body, her smile getting brighter with every moment as she thinks how she would have done it.

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?

As she looks how both the females fall to their knees begging for bread she smiles brightly. In a sudden movement she raises her feet and kicks the right female painfully against her face, feeling how her nose breaks under her forceful kick. A dark smile plays around her lips as she bends over and grabs the second slaves hair, raising her from the ground painfully as she slams her against the wall, hearing her pained screams. Softly she begins to whisper in the slave’s ear “ Don’t you love.. your own screams ? “ she whispers as she pulls the slaves head back and slams it once again against the dark stonen wall. With a satisfied smile she throws the woman onto the ground and turns around, leaving them there as she plays with her hair. Thinking about what she would eat that evening, as if nothing has happened.

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?

Vier’vas silently eyes the group of wanderers, not having the time to in fact do something. She slowly brings her hand towards her scythe and pulls it off her back, smiling sadistically as she likes the blade for a mere moment. Suddenly she feels how Var’dagoth lays his hand onto her shoulder, quickly turning her head towards his. Seeing how he shakes his head she slowly calms down and attaches the scythe back to her back, cursing as she tastes the blood of her own cut tongue.

"Not in public, sister, curb your hate near our own home." Var'dagoth says simply, looking over at the outsiders himself with a hint of disgust, then he turns and heads towards their home.

She continues to curse as she looks at him in disgust, raising herself from her crouching position as she begins to follow him.

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?

Vier’vas lowers herself onto the ground as he looks at her friend, slowly shaking his head as she sees how he has no chance of winning. In the blink of an eye one of the two members of the other house jump forward and slash towards her friends head, hitting him fully uncovered as he was in the middle of an attack towards the guard.

With a deep sigh she raises herself as she sees how her friend collapses to the ground, blood gulping from her head as she slowly walks forward to his body. She slowly wraps her chain around his neck and arms, not paying any notice to the guard or members of the other house. With a deep sigh she turns around and begins to walk towards her house, dragging the corpse behind her, a trail of blood following her every steps. A sadistically smile playing around her lips, she wouldn’t need to buy any red dye tonight for her projects..

A screenshot of your skin:

( Note: This will change very hard accordingly to how Vier’vas develops. )

[Danny 2232]

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