Aro'Wraith's Mori Application [Accepted]

[Merkaken 516]

Minecraft Account Name:

Soresan

Character Name:

Aro'Wraith (Public Name)

Veru'Lath (Private Name)

Race:

Mori'Quessir

Gender:

Male

Age:

153

Appearence:

Aro'Wraith is an average height Mori with sleek silver hair that only goes to the back of his hair. His red eyes are as bright as redstone, and he normally wears a kilt (For lack of a better word) made from spider webs with several bones adorn around it, along with a brush made from the bones of his enemies that could be either used for brushing hair, or stabbing someone in a key place in a hairy situation, and bones tied together in a bracelet around his right arm tied with spider's silk.

Personality:

To suggest that Aro'Wraith is brutal would be an understatement. If another Mori so much as looked at him wrong and was of the same class or lower, he would have no problem gutting you and wearing your ribs as a choker. He is also a major Zealot to the Immortal Mother, always striving to appease her.

Biography:

Aro'Wraith was born into a commoner's family, his father an Ar'Lein, and his mother, a Katralya. During the time of Aro'Wraith's Nossta Du'ased, Aro'Wraith's grandfather, a Mari'Ciel of little renown, forged him a blade of steel, and gave it to the family as a gift for when Aro'Wraith was of age to wield a sword. Accepting the gift, Aro'Wraith's parents kept it away from him until they beleived him to be ready. A Priestess, of whom's name the family does not remember, gave Aro'Wraith the public name of Aro'Wraith, and the Private Name of Veru'Lath.

While Aro'Wraith was 32 years old, he had seen the blade that his grandfather had forged him on his Nossta Du'ased. Curious as to where it came from, or what it was for, he took it to his parents. The parents explained that to Aro'Wraith that he was expected to be a warrior, and that his Grandfather had given him that blade as a reminder to what Aro'Wraith was meant to become. Shrugging off what they had told him, Aro'Wraith didn't seem to care for being told what he was meant to be, but as he looked at the sword, he'd often feel at peace, if only for a brief moment.

When the time came for Aro'Wraith's Uaul'Selu, Aro'Wraith was 53 years of age. He had already planned for several years who it would be. His supposed "Friend", Vazu'Akkir had often been missing from his house, yet Aro'Wraith could never find him around Menocress. He was convinced that Vazu'Akkir was spying on him, and plotting to murder him on his own Uaul'Selu. Fed up with waiting and accepting that his "Friend" was plotting against him, Aro'Wraith had taken his blade and sneaked into his friend's home, awaiting for him to return home. It took atleast seven hours for Vazu'Akkir to return home, but when the door opened, Aro'Wraith hesitated for all of a second, but soon turned and stabbed Vazu'Akkir square in the chest. As Vazu'Akkir bled out, Aro'Wraith wanted to take something from him. Something that would prove his own strength and cunning. He decided to gut open his former friend, and take several of his bones, and adorned them on his kilt. Feeling proud of his trophy, he left the body, and quickly ran home, proud of his accomplishment.

What felt like Aro'Wraith's greatest time occurred when he was the age of 74 years old. The L'z'haanin. He had long anticipated this day, sharpening and readying his skills for such a test. He wanted it. He hungered for it. He'd prove to all his prowess as a warrior, and skill with a blade. The plan was to raid a small merchant house of Dwarves that were said to be traveling along to Kal'Anart. They plan to ambush them before they could even get close. During the night, while the prey were either sleeping or eating by the fire pit, the hunters prepared their blades and bows. Aro'Wraith had to keep himself back from rushing immediately in without proper preperation. He took out his sword, and then charged first, keeping quiet and stealthy. He refused to wear armor, as he viewed it as a way to prevent your death that one deserves due to a lack of skill. He saw a perfect target, an elderly male Dwarf looking the other direction. As the other Mori took their spots, choosing their targets, Aro'Wraith lunged forward, plunging his sword into the Dwarve's back. In the thrill of the hunt, however, Aro'Wraith failed to search that he was truly safe. He was almost betrayed by his kin. As he took the blade from the Dwarve's back, the turned and was shot in the knee by an arrow. Yelling in pain, he knelt down and was shocked. He had not prepared for this. He was a fool to not expect such a betrayel! However, the other Mori, another male, made a mistake of his own. He chose to savor his kill, taunting Aro'Wraith, and taking out a bone dagger. Aro'Wraith took this time to lunge forward, stabbing the man in the chest, but missing his heart. He forced himself to stand, and tackle the Mori to the ground, trying hard to drive the blade in deeper and deeper. Though he did kill his target, Aro'Wraith did not leave the battle with no wounds. He had a woudn in his knee, several on his back, and one to his shoulder from stab wounds. As he stood, bandaging the wounds as best he could, he felt a sort of dominance wash over him. He took the femur of the Mori and the hand of the Dwarf, and raised them into the air. "I slay my foes in your name, Immortal Mother! Let you see me and know that I am superior to those who may choose to fight me!" He yelled with a zealous vigor. He killed three others, and received two other wounds. As he returned to Menorcress, he passed out as soon as he entered his home. His family tended to his badly bleeding wounds, and allowed him to rest for the next day, but Aro'Wraith forced himself to stand, and train.

The time for Aro'Wraith's Alure d'aphyon had come. He entered the ring, a 119 year old Mori, and a zealous worshiper to the Immortal Mother, here to prove his worth to all, and, most importantly, to his Immortal Mother. Before the match began, he knelt down, and prayed to the Immortal Mother, asking her to watch him as he slays his foes. HE looked in his hand, a simple stick, but hidden a bone brush made from the fingers of the Dwarf Hand he had claimed. He did not trust the other combatants to not bring their own weapons, so he brought his own, even if he didn't need it. As the gates opened, he immediatly saw the weakest one. She was frail, small, and slender. But he'd be a fool to charge in head first without testing the water, first... e chose to stay to the shadows, and observe. One combatant, a rather muscular male, charged head first at the woman. The woman screamed, curling into a ball. Aro'Wraith narrowed her eyes. He was shocked completely that a MORI woman would scream in fear at the sight of a Male... He was confused. But his confusion was put to ease as the woman, in one swift move, stabbed the male charging at her like a brute with a sharpened stick. It was aimed perfectly in the heart. Sighing in relief at his intellegent move, he continued to watch. There were now three left, Aro'Wraith, the woman, and one other Aro'Wraith had not seen yet. Soon, the woman found Aro'Wraith, cursing at himself for not chosing a better hiding spot, but told himself it was the fault of whomever created the arena, claiming that they had no experience in architecture. He had no choice but to fight. He ran forward, the woman crouching like an animal and lunging at Aro'Wraith. He sidestepped, but received a sizable cut on his arm. Jumping back farther, he lunged for the female again, throwing his stick. The girl slapped it aside, and therefore sealed her face. Aro'Wraith revealed his comb, and ran it through the girl's neck, doing his best to cut as deep as he could, aswell as grabbing the wrist of the hand that held the sharpened stick. As the woman died, Aro'Wraith felt a sharp sense of pain in his lower leg. He turned, seeing a large stab wound. Yelling in pain, he held it tight, and then saw the cause. It was the other combatant, a second female, but this one was much more muscular, and seemed rather aged, though she was most likely no older than Aro'Wraith. Aro'Wraith tried to stand, but could not. The woman had hit him so hard in the leg he had to help himself up by leaning on the side of the arena. He had taken out the comb, but knew he was a sitting duck. The brush was badly damaged, but saw the exposed spine of the woman. He quickly turned the woman around, the other female not moving, but observing, which seemed odd, but perhaps wise. He had exposed the dead woman's entire spine, and was now using it as a crude spear, but could not take the chance to throw it. He watched the woman, and she watched him. Finally, he made the first move, doing his best to keep the spin in a straight form, hobbled towards the girl. She, however, simply swatted him away, knocking him flat on his back. The woman came closer, and Aro'Wraith took the chance to slam his comb into her Achilles's tendon, making her flop back and gave Aro'Wraith the time he needed to get up and stab her in the belly. the woman, however, also had a weapon of her own. She had a small bone dagger hidden with her, and her lodged it between Aro'Wraith's ribs. Though Aro'Wraith was badly wounded, he was named the victor.

Aro'Wraith's Doerin Veluthi seemed rather regular to most other Mori's. He chose the path of the warrior, and enjoyed his feast and his sacrafice. He did, however, enjoy the sensuality more than the rest.

Aro'Wraith's Valm ul'naus' target was an aged guard of Arethor, an elderly man, where as Aro'Wraith was young, the age of 132. The man was now retired, and lived far to the north in the wilds. This made him an easy target. For the first few hours, Aro'Wraith observed the man's schedule, his tendancies, his motions, everything vital to his success. Finally, when he beleived himself to be prepared, Aro'Wraith broke in through the home's window, and unsheathed his blade. The man drew his own blade out of habit and experience, but did not know where his attacker came from. Using the confusion to his advantage, Aro'Wraith swung his blade at the man's back. It made a cut, but not one fatal. The man turned and swung, cutting Aro'Wraith across the chest deep. Aro'Wraith flung a pan towards the man's face, the man easily deflecting it. Aro'Wraith then lunged as he blocked, and stabbed the man in the stomach. The man yelled in pain, gasping out, but jabbed his blade into Aro'Wraith's side. Yelling in pain, Aro'Wraith quickly unsheathed his comb, tackling the man to the ground, and ended up cracking his own rib. Refusing to quit, however, Aro'Wraith swiftly plunged the comb multiple times into the man's face until his moving stopped. Aro'Wraith aggonizingly pulled the blade out of his side, and gasped in pain, holding his wound. He swiftly took bandaged out, and wrapped himself up, taking potions from the man's storage, and rested for as long as he could before taking the man's ribs as proof of his victory, and a testimant to his strength and cunning.

Your characters ambitions:

Aro'Wraith strives to be perfect in the eyes of his Immortal Mother in every way shape and form. He wishes to become her chosen, despite the fact that he is male, and as such, it is a long shot that he will be chosen. This, however, does not deter him from his ultimate goal.

Why does your character do what he/she does?

Aro'Wraith murders, steals, hunts in the name of the Immortal Mother. If he views someone of equal class or lower that may be a threat, or sees something that may help him in his ultimate goal, he will not hesitate to do what is needed.

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

He does not adhere to any moral boundaries. He stops for nothing to achieve the favor of the Immortal Mother.

What are some notable strengths and weaknesses of your character?

--Strengths--

Aro'Wraith is notably strong, and has some muscle to prove it.

He does not simply charge into battle, he sits back, watches, and calculates what to do first.

--Weaknesses--

He is a male, and among Mori society, he immediately has a lower standing than the women.

He is not of any house or noble house, and is often looked down upon.

He will often let his temper get the better of him.

He has an incredibly hard time trusting anyone, even his own parents, so he'd normally treat you like an enemy.

He is a natural backstabber, and as such may not be trusted very much.

What role will your character play in Asulon?

Aro'Wraith will bring about a sort of murderer or theif that isn't a bandit. He'd provide some rather interesting roleplay in the sense that he could either be a valuable ally or a horrible enemy.

Is your character loyal or a backstabber?

He is a backstabber through and through. The only true loyalty he has is to his Immortal Mother.

Are you familiar with all server/villain application rules?

Yes I am.

Evils to be considered for?

1.

Aro'Wraith will often steal something of value, or something that may be a nice trophy for himself.

2a.

Aro'Wraith is not opposed to being a sword or assasin for hire. He in fact welcomes it. He'd also stab someone in the heart if Aro'Wraith views said person as a threat to him.

2b.

Aro'Wraith is not opposed to cannibalism. If he is feeling in the mood for something new, he may butcher a slave or kidnap a person off the streets that no one may miss. He'd also have no problem with owning a slave that he'd kidnap on the surface. Even commoners need free labor.

3.

Aro'Wraith will often sacrafice a slave or a surface dweller to his Immortal Mother, wishing to gain her favor through the blood he spills.

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

Well, for two reasons. For starters, I feel i'd bring about a unique roleplay to the community, someone to watch very very carfully. Another reason is it'd be rather hard to play a Mori and not be a murderer or a thief.

===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?

Aro'Wraith follows the figure, and sees that he is indeed a man. It seemed common that a man would want higher standing, but quite surprising he'd do so by picking just anyone off the streets. This seemed all too odd... He observed the sack of minas that the man pulled, but hears not jingling, but clanking. He narrowed his eyes at the bag, then at the man. He felt the strange sensation that he was beign tested by the Immortal Mother, to see how smart Aro'Wraith truely was. with a swift hand, Aro'Wraith swats the bag, and rocks immediatly call out. Furious, Aro'Wraith pulls forth his blade, and lunges it into the man. "Lil waela ragar brorna lueth wund nind, kyorlin elghinn" he whispers to the man as he slowly begins to die.

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?

Aro'Wraith simply leans back in his chair, his friend being beaten slowly. Aro'Wraith shakes his head. "Nis'tai" He spat at his friend, completely disgusted at his failure.

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?

Aro'Wraith looks at the Rothes, completly annoyed. He glares at the two in anger, and simply walks away from them, not interested in killing either of them. For all he knew, they could be the slaves of a noble house. As he walks, however, the Rothes still chase him. "Insolent little pests!" He shouts before taking out a dagger and jamming it into one of their chests. He did not know or care if it was fatal, but it served a message to the other Roth to not test his patience.

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?

Aro'Wraith looks at the two and glares. "Surface Dwellers..." He spat. He approched the two of them. "Why are you here?" He asked the two, offended by them in the dwelling of the Mori. Shocked by the hostility, the man steps forward and says "We are here to shop, nothing more. We have every right to be here as you do." This rubbed Aro'Wraith the wrong way. He pulled out his sword and pointed it at the man. The woman readied her staff, and the child began to cry, hiding behind his mother. "If you so much as insult our culture in any ways shape or form, I will not hesitate to kill you or your family." He said, sheathing his sword, and walking off. As he does, he could feel the glare of hatred from the man he had just threatened, though he did not care. He would, from time to time, glance back to see if he was being followed.

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?

Aro'Wraith is shocked at his acquaintance's swiftness. "That was fast..." He thought. He then saw as the others approched. Surly, if Aro'Wraith does not act, he would be considered an enemy as well. He unsheathed his blade, and swiftly stabbed the man in the back before the guard or the other two Mori could reach him. "You're too much of a threat to let live..." He whispered, taking his sword out and placing it back in his sheathe. Surpised, the guard and Mori eye Aro'Wraith, expecting him to attack, but he does not. Content, the guard leaves, however the other two were still furious, and went towards Aro'Wraith. "Wait!" He yelled. "I-i'm sorry, I truely am. My fool of a friend has no sense of how low he is or how stupid his actions are. I assure you, I am not so idiotic as he. Please, forgive me." He said, bowing his head. The two Mori gave him a wary eye, but sheathed their blades. Aro'Wraith -hated- groveling to anyone, even a noble house, but he knew that otherwise he'd die. Best they beleive he can be trusted other than Aro'Wraith being murdered...

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