Silvari Mori'quessir Application[Denied]

[Lita 677]

Updated Application [ with 15% more VA]

Minecraft Account Name:

Escharian

Character Name:

Silvari Draa’vlos, however the private name known to only her sister, the spiders that raised her, and Nemiisae, is Thuulstrea.

Race:

Mori’Quessir

Gender:

Female

Age:

90

Appearence:

Silvari, like her sister, has startling green eyes in contrast to her grey skin. Her hair is a silvery white, silky and trails down her back strangely straight for how little she takes care of it. If one were to get a good look at her speaking, they would notice that she has fangs where her canine teeth are, however they probably wouldn’t mention it if they knew what was good for them.

Personality:

Despite their nigh-identical appearance, Silvari’s personality is far different from her sister. She is far more childlike and playful, kind to most people, but this is a ruse. Her sister’s cold heart is found beating within Silvari as well, and will murder, steal from, torture, or enslave any who push her to it.

Biography:

((This bio is going to be a third person perspective of both Silvari’s and Karlith’s life. We are working together on this bio and are both going to be using it in our apps. This is done by both Fierco and Escharian and we have both agreed that we were going to do our bio like this.))

Silvari and Karlith Draa’vlos were born in the middle of the night, not that it would matter to the Mori’Quessir. Their parents birthed them in secret, not sharing the knowledge with the rest of the Mori. They were cruel people, and wanted one thing from their children. Nemiisae’s respect. They gave the children to the spiders, to be raised as Nemiisae saw fit. They thrived under the spiders’ care, despite the constant amounts of spider poison they received through bites.

The spiders acted as Nemissae’s arms, reaching into the mortal plane and caring for the two children. However, the spiders would sink their fangs into the girls’ when they disobeyed, or sometimes for just any reason, injecting them with poison. Nemiisae took notice of this, and sent her blessing upon them. Their bodies changed under the spiders’ effects mixed with Nemiisae’s blessing, and they grew fangs where their canines would have been, their saliva glands mutated the spiders’ poison as their own, and although they would not know this until they rejoined their race as a whole, and even then, not until they came in contact with a slave or surfacer. Their saliva had mutated to have a paralyzing poison when it came in oral contact, or through the bloodstream.

As the children grew, so too did their thirst for power. After the spiders taught them l’xanalress d’l’Mori’Quessir, their questions began. They would constantly ask about herbs, what would harm, what would heal, their names and how they could be used. Together Silvari and Karlith worked on learning the uses of all these herbs, and fashioning them into poisons and medicine. Silvari was the one who dealt with both poisons and medicine, but Karlith couldn’t be bothered less about healing. Silvari stayed balanced in poisons and medicine, slightly leaning towards healing to protect herself and her sister.

As time went on the spiders began to take the children out to hunt with them, directing them to use the fragments of bone around the caves as weapons, as well as their teeth. They became machines as they hunted, ripping open the beasts they found with their makeshift daggers, and sinking their fangs into them. It was in this way they discovered not only their thirst for blood, but also the poison in their saliva. Upon one hunt, a male rivval wandered into the caverns where Karlith and Silvari were in waiting.

The original plan was simple enough. The spiders were to drive the prey towards Karlith and Silvari, a couple of mushroom cows from the herd in the caves. The twins did not know this, however, and when the rivval wandered into their line of sight, they attacked. He was a fighter, they found, and Silvari received a long slash across her hand, causing her to drop her weapon. She hissed at him, leaping forward and sinking her fangs into his arm, before jumping out of reach.

A few moments passed as they glared at each other, before the man went wide eyed, and his arm froze up. It continued travelling outward from the wound until his whole body was paralyzed, much to Karlith and Silvari’s surprise and glee. Silvari quickly went to the bite she had created, licking at the wound with eagerness, as Karlith watched her with surprise. Silvari looked up, her lips red from the blood, and spoke, “It’s so much better then beast blood...”

Karlith tilted her head, taking a step forward and lifting his other arm, the whole time the man’s eyes watching with fear and pain. She sunk her teeth into it, and her eyes went wide, before she closed them and drank her fill. The man died from blood loss quickly as they sucked on the blood, and by the time the spiders arrived his blood was almost completely drained.

They begged the spiders to teach them where they could get more of this delicacy, and the spiders began to teach them about the surfacers and their ways. They refused to speak of common, for Nemiisae would not lower herself to speak such a lowly language and the truth of the matter was that the spiders could only speak as far as she allowed them. Over time the spiders had accumulated a wealth of shiny things, many of them from locked chests, and they began to teach the girls how they would unlock the chests. Of course, the twins did not have long, spindly legs like the spiders so they had to improvise with bone picks.

Over time, they became much more talented at tweaking the pins inside the locks just right that they would open. They spent many years with the spiders, years filled with learning everything they could, much of it rotating around Nemiisae. They learned of their peoples’ customs, and of their religion, as well as just about everything in between. Their faith in Nemiisae became so strong that they believed every act of goodwill towards them was a blessing by the goddess herself.

Looking into the childrens’ futures, Nemiisae could see what skills would help the children and what wouldn’t. One of the skills she chose for them was a beauty in their singing like few had heard before, and they would use it to their advantage eventually, luring their victims into the shadows to take them away silently.

Many years passed as the twins grew into adulthood, and Nemiisae knew it was time to release her creations upon the world. She caused a cave-in to occur, opening a tunnel marked with runes. As the twins read through the runes, they came to realize this was a history like what they had learned about their race, with a few minor errors. They continued along the tunnel until they arrived at a river bank, the stone soaked with the water, and they could make out a boat in the distance.

It was in this manner they rejoined the Mori’Quessir as a race, and began to learn common from the drabble that roamed their cities. Their skills with the language improved very slowly, seeing as they did not need to use it often, however as time progressed they did. In the first decade or so of human years, they were distant from many of the people, not used to the noise and the bustle, but they slowly acclimated. They did not often find someone they would trust, however one did come along once and awhile deserving of it.

At one point they tried to drink the blood of a rivval slave, one who worshipped Nemiisae faintly under his master. They quickly discovered their mistake when his blood tasted foul, worse than dirt, and they could almost feel the disapproval emanating from the air around them. They eventually learned that only the blood of those who would not bow knee to Metztli, or those who gave their blood willingly would retain its exquisite taste.

Thus their story comes to the present, nine human decades exactly since their birth, and it will continue well into the future...

Your characters ambitions:

Silvari wishes to serve Nemiisae, to whom she owes her life more than most Mori’Quessir. Nemiisae saved her and her sister from certain death, and as a result Silvari will serve Nemiisae until certain death. She wants more than anything else to hear Nemiisae speak to her as she hears the Ul’Athtaller can.

Among her other aspirations are increasing her knowledge of the herbs of the surface world, and how they may be used in the creations of different sorts of drugs, some medicinal and others to use against her enemies.

Silvari has an insatiable want for blood, shared with her sister, and wishes to drink dry every single being that refuses to worship Nemiisae for the true goddess. She knows that this is a lofty goal, however she tries for it anyway, and lavishes in every drop she drinks from her victims.

Why does your character do what he/she does?

Silvari does what she does because it is who she is. She feels a deep connection to her kin, the spiders, and to Nemiisae, for it is Nemiisae who she believes granted her personally her poison and her fangs. Should one insult these gifts, she would rend their soul from their corpse and drain their body of its lifeblood.

She wants blood desperately, after consuming it for so long it has become an addiction for her, and she believes the same is true for Karlith, her sister. The spiders that cared for them as children were their teachers, and they murmuring of the spiders taught them the language of the darkness, l’xanalress d’l’Mori’Quessir, as well how to survive.

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

Moral boundaries are a dynamic thing, changing as often as the tides, however some are static, as is her loyalty to her sister. She would not harm Karlith even if her life depended on it, for she believes it is a worse pain to harm her kin then it is for she herself to be harmed.

Another semi-static boundary of her’s is a small affection towards the furry race known as the Kharajyr. She recognizes the devotion she feels to Nemiisae in their respect of Metztli, and will only harm one of the Kha’ if so directed by her elders or her sister. She will not hesitate, however, to drain those who stray from the path, be it the path of Nemiisae or the path of Metztli, unless the Kharajyr wanders into the religion of Nemiisae.

Before beginning to consume her victims, she will request a prayer, made by them, herself, or her sister, to Nemiisae. If the prayer is made by her victim, and the prayer pleases Silvari, she may allow her victim the oppertunity to renounce their gods and worship Nemiisae as her kaissa or kairuu.

What are some notable strengths and weaknesses of your character?

A primary weakness is Silvari’s addiction to blood. If she goes too long without it she will fall into withdrawal, making her weak and slow. It will cloud her mind as well, and her mouth will water at the simple mention of it. If she were to see it, however, she would not be able to hold herself back, and would instantly go and try to drain the being, wherever they were.

Another weakness of hers is her love of romance. Despite being a cold-blooded killer behind the mask of a easy-going Mori, she is what one would call, ‘a sucker’ for ‘cheesy’ acts of romance. It can sometimes cloud her judgement, causing her to interact with beings of whom she would not normally tolerate.

One of her strengths is the fangs and poison in her saliva. The poison paralyzes her victims, and can be done via the blood stream or a simple kiss. The poison is fast-acting, however it does not last long and a tolerance can be built up over time.

What role will your character play in Asulon?

Silvari has a playful exterior, kind and goofy to most she meet, but don’t let it fool you. On the inside, she knows her superiority to the other races, and that it is her right, nay, privilege to slay those who disrespect her or her race. She will commonly capture her victims using the poison in her jaw to paralyze them, then take them to her den in the Mori caves, where she will most often drain their blood before scrapping the body.

Is your character loyal or a backstabber?

Silvari’s loyalty is very rarely given, and if it is lost then you probably will not live to tell the tale. The two who she will never lose her devotion to are Nemiisae and her sister, Karlith. Besides them, she currently shares her loyalty to none, however this will probably change.

Are you familiar with all server/villain application rules?

Yes, I am. I understand both, and have in the past agreed to follow them, as such I will do so in the future.

Evils to be considered for?

1) Silvari sees lockpicking not as a job, but a sport. She relishes in every new lock, the click of it opening music to her ears. She next to always carries an assortment of pick-lock keys, sometimes more then fifty on her at once. She has a special, hidden pick of diamond quality sewn into the hem of her clothing just in case she is ever captured. Continuing, conning is also a thrill for her. She loves to see the looks on peoples’ faces when they realize she ripped them off, and sometimes will tell them that she did just to laugh at them.

2a) It is in Silvari’s nature to kill. The spiders showed her that the weak do not deserve to live, killing off those not strong enough to survive. She follows this lesson as a law in her life, her mantra, ‘Yibinss z’klaen tlu elggat’, weakness must be destroyed. Those who do not follow Nemiisae’s teachings do not deserve to walk this earth. She prefers a silent approach, quietly taking down her victims before they can react, or using her natural resources to aid her, for example, a kiss would paralyze a human in minutes, leaving them completely at her mercy.

2b) Given her addiction to blood, she often will drain her victims to feed the insatiable thirst. Although she can bite into them and drink them like that, she prefers more twisted methods, sticking a keg spout in their arm for example. Despite her childlike nature, her true self is a twisted and horrible being, the natural form she desires is that of a spider.

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

I’ve been wanting to play a truly evil character for a while, but haven’t gotten around to it. I have played mostly neutral good characters for the longest time, and I wish to see if I might improve roleplay with an evil character. I personally am looking forward to this because I believe my character would be unique among villains, with a goofy and kind persona, but a hidden inner agenda. I have been an active member of the community, and believe I can bring more entertainment to us.

===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?

I smiled and hummed quietly as I walked along, my blue dress swirling about my feet as I headed to my home. It had been a long day, drinking dry a rothe that decided he was better than me and wouldn’t kiss the floor as I passed. I giggled slightly, touching the corner of my mouth as I remembered the sweet flavor of his blood. Without warning I heard the quiet footsteps of another upon the ground. My gaze darted to the right and I looked around, the cave revealing nothing to me. I was certain I had heard something, and my ears gyrated forward slightly, the tips twitching every few moments.

“Come out, or I’ll be licking your blood off the floor.” I called out in a sing-song voice, speaking in l’xanalress d’l’Mori’Quessir.

A small chuckle could be heard as someone emerged from behind a pillar. She wore a skirt that parted in the front and a band covering her chest, as well as a hood and veil over her face. I frowned, her clothing and skin giving her away as one of Nemiisae’s children, but she did not like that the woman’s face was covered.

She finally spoke, a bell-like noise that resounded in one’s ears long after she had finished, “You speak boldly, sister of the spiders, but your threat has fallen upon deaf ears. I come not to harm you.”

I looked at her for a moment, calculating her before I put on the guise I wore so often, of a childish girl, “Alright then! What do you need?” I asked, smiling brightly so to be sure my fangs could be seen.

She seemed to tense up at this, before chuckling again, “Then the rumors are true of the Shadow Sisters. You have the fangs of a spider.”

I smiled wider, “Now who told you that?”

She shook her head, “It is not relevant. There is only one thing you must know. The House of Miiystra has ruled for too long. Will you help us overthrow them?”

I looked her over carefully, taking note of the dagger at her side, before responding, ditching my childish guise for the time, “Who shall support said uprising?”

“One of the houses. I will not tell you which until you agree to assist.”

I frowned, thinking over my odds, before answering slowly, “I would prefer not to.”

She sighed, before running off, not another word said. I frowned, before sighing as well and making my way home, running over ideas for an assortments of potions I would be making in preparation for an upcoming battle between the houses.

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?

I watched the Alure d’Aphyon with glee, my mouth watering as one of the competitors beat another’s skull in and blood splattered against the walls. Luckily I had fed earlier that day, and I could restrain myself. I searched around for my slave, another Mori by the name of Zyzixx, and spotted him by the iron band I had placed upon his head. He was a loyal slave, and I admit, I have fantasized he might send a love thief after me or try to steal one of my possessions himself.

Suddenly, three of the fighters appeared. They followed him, pushing him into a corner. Even from here I could read the fear on his face, and I knew he was through. I could not watch, I averted my eyes and mumbled a quiet prayer to Nemiisae.

“Ussta oirna quar’valsharess d’veldrin, qualla evegna nindol nesst d’ukt ramak. Xal uk ragar natha valyrin jabbress wun aphyon.”

((My eternal goddess of shadows, forgive this man of his sins. May he have a kind mistress in death.))

After seeing finishing the prayer, I brightened up, cheering along with the crowd as others were massacred. To my glee, the men who killed my slave were slain as well.

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?

Walking in what would be pitch black to those who didn’t have Nemiisae’s blessing, I turned a corner into a tight alley, a little brighter. Suddenly I felt a pull at my leg, and a call of ‘mistress’ in common. I looked down to behold two young girls, obviously not Mori’Quessir, and frowned. I looked down at them, raising an eyebrow.

“What do you want, rothe?” I sneered, not needing to wear my facade around slaves.

They looked up at me, all wide-eyed and innocent, and asked, “Please mistress, food... our mistress, she won’t feed us...”

I let out a small hiss, looking down at them, before telling them, “Your mistress has a reason. Perhaps I’ll feed one of you if the other feeds me.”

They looked pleased for a moment, before confusion set in, “W-what mistress? But... we don’t have any food!”

“We’ll see about that,” I returned, “here, but one of you must come with me.”

I reached down, handing one of them a cooked fish. She beamed, but the other frowned deeply. Undeterred, I grabbed the frowning one by the arm, and dragged her deeper into the alley. The other one ran off happily.

I kneeled in front of her, looking into her eyes, “Rothe, who do you serve above all?”

She looked at me wide-eyed, and mumbled, “Ne-Nemiisae mistress...”

I smiled at her answer, “Then I will let you live. Hold out your arm.”

She did so, and I smiled at her, pulling out a vial, “If you stay quiet, I’ll heal you afterwards.”

She seemed to realize she was about to get hurt, and gulped, but nodded.

I placed the vial under her arm, and pulled out a knife, drawing it across her arm. She bit her lip, tears appearing in her eyes as I watched her sweet young blood flowing into the vial. When it was full, I placed another vial against her lips, and had her drink. The cut instantly began to seal, vanishing in under a minute. I licked the rim of the blood vial, letting out a happy sigh as the sweet taste flooded my mouth, before corking it and patting her head.

“Very good rothe. You taste good.”

She smiled slightly, rubbing her arm, “Thank you mistress.”

I pulled out a loaf of fresh bread, handing it to her, “Now go away. But I expect you to answer if I call you again. We’re not through.”

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?

I walked through the byr’shuk with a smile on my face, not uncommon for one of my attitude. Looking around, I noticed a group in the distance, three people. I rotated my ears forward, picking up on a few snippits of their conversation. They were human, a male and two females. One child. I hissed quietly, and looked the child over. She looked about the right age and build for a rothe...

I grinned, slowly walking towards them.

“Welcome to the caverns, surfacers!” I said with a sing-song voice.

They all smiled at me, the man especially so and I watched as his gaze traveled down my body.

I stepped forward, running a finger down his cheek, “Watch your gaze, rivvil...”

He turned bright red, and I saw the woman scowl, obviously his wife. He started stumbling over his words, and I grinned, the child looking up with obvious confusion.

“Mori, leave my husband alone. We search for a shop.” the woman said.

I frowned, waving around me, “You’re in the shopping district.”

She sighed, mumbling, “Useless Mori...”

That caused a hiss from me, and I licked my lips, coating them in the poison from my mouth, before grabbing the man by the neck and planting a kiss on his lips. His eyes went wide and I pulled away while he too licked his lips, setting the poison into motion. The woman growled at me, and I could hear her staff whistling towards my legs.

I giggled, jumping over it, and said, “Poor girl, you jealous?” before kissing her as well. By now, the man was already frozen in place, his eyes blinking rapidly as he found himself unable to move. I smiled, but I was not in need of blood, so I simply lifted them up and threw them in the water.

I looked down at the child, smiling at her and revealing my fangs, “You are going to be my slave now girl.”

She stared at me wide eyed before I wrapped an arm around her, lifting her in the air. She was too stunned to fight as I carried her back to my den.

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?

I could hear shouting from down the road, and walked towards it out of curiosity. As I turned a corner, I could see a woman, someone I knew somewhat to be trustworthy. She held a dagger in her hand, the fresh blood on it making my mouth water, and stood behind the body of a guard, another one circling around her with a curved blade and two members of a different house.

I looked around at them, sizing up the group. I had respect for the one they were attacking, however not so much to put my neck on the line for her. Seeing as there was nothing more for me here, I continued walking along, undeterred.

A screenshot of your skin:

http://minecraft.novaskin.me/skin/3228063/Silvari

[Respiren 524]

I really enjoyed both of these applications, they had a clear line of development and I do like a Mori with zeal - this was the original idea of the race long long ago when they were first suggested - that they be organized around zealotry and treachery - something I would like to see more emphasis on in characters ^.^

For some of the explanations [from the 3rd person perspective] I would go with less explanation through divine intercession, and more focus on beliefs and personality - it leaves deities more remote and by focusing on the beliefs and motivations of characters as the shaping force on their actions, and opens the way for more character development.

"The spiders acted as Nemissae’s arms, reaching into the mortal plane and caring for the two children. However, the spiders would sink their fangs into the girls’ when they disobeyed, or sometimes for just any reason, injecting them with poison. Nemiisae took notice of this, and sent her blessing upon them. Their bodies changed under the spiders’ effects mixed with Nemiisae’s blessing, and they grew fangs where their canines would have been, their saliva glands mutated the spiders’ poison as their own, and although they would not know this until they rejoined their race as a whole, and even then, not until they came in contact with a slave or surfacer. Their saliva had mutated to have a paralyzing poison when it came in oral contact, or through the bloodstream."

I would rewrite this as a statement of developed personal belief - So your teeth became sharp and pointed through feeding on the bones of fallen prey - yet the character comes to consider it by faith a blessing and a sign of the approval of Nemiisae. The paralytic saliva I would change to use a prop like a vial of poison smeared upon the lips , or a poisoned dagger, to make for more credible roleplay, and more opportunities for interesting description and emoted actions. Inherent things like this are difficult to roleplay with those not knowledgeable of them, and can also feel forced - I suggested an alternative on your sister's application that you both bear a weakness - poison through long exposure - has a paralytic effect on you both, which subsides leaving marks/ lingering pain.

[Sister Sequoia 438]

I'd agree with Redpiren's critique. I like both of your applications, you obviously put a lot of thought into them, there are two things I would point out for changing::

-Make sure you understand the Mori'quessir do not 'love', with very VERY little exception. Lust, yes, passion, yes, love, no. To a Mori, pleasure is something for yourself only, you don't care one bit about the pleasure of anyone else involved only yourself, hence the 'toy boys' and things of that nature.

-Poison saliva, change it. It's interesting but a bit, well, powergamey. As Respiren stated, perhaps a poison you've grown mostly resilient to applied to the lips, or just buy poison vials and taint a dagger with the poison. Shamshir daggers are extremely common among the Mori, I'd personally suggest going the dagger/poison route, but that is up to you really.

Good luck in your applications, both of you, I liked reading them but they need a little bit of refinement.

[Danny 2232]

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