Celia's Alt App.

[Lynesse {Celia/Jazzy} 398]

Out-Of-Character Details

Alternate Minecraft Account Name: Enismor_Guard

Already Accepted Minecraft Account Name: AspectGC

How old are you?: I’m twenty-five.

In-Character Details

Character Name: Celeste_Scylla

Character Race: High Elf

Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:

Celeste was born to a noble family. The Scylla family hailed from a keep by the coast of the elven peninsula. The island was rich and Celeste was born to a rich lord and lady. Celeste grew up in the castle, generally alone. Her brothers were much older than her and they trained to become knights in armour while Celeste was groomed to be a lady. Yet there was a rebellious aura that followed Celeste. She never felt joy or fun in her current life. She wanted to be like her brothers riding in armour. Yet her teachers were quick to sit down any of these thoughts that Celeste had, saying that the women wear dresses and the men wear the armour.

Yet like all good things, peace couldn’t last forever. Two days before Celeste’s fourteenth name day, the pirates came. They overran the keep. Celeste was told to hide with the rest of the ladies. This time she wouldn’t allowed herself to be a lady anymore. She had seen her brothers fight with the thin long swords before and she made herself strong carrying things in the kitchen. She quickly hid herself when the second round of fighting began. Thwack! Thwack! The sound of fighting through the corridors could be heard. As she turns the corner, she saw a familiar man fall to the ground a sword piercing his chest. The man was her father. Celeste watched as the man who killed her father was then speared in the head by one of the last of her father’s guard. Celeste hid in one of the keep’s secret passages.

The fighting slowly died down, Celeste slowly headed back to the corridor to see the bloody carnage. The men of the keep had fought bravely but lost. The keep was sacked and beyond repair. It was true, Celeste’s family had fallen in battle. She strided with an expression on her face that did not reveal anything to her father’s corpse. She crouched and took her father’s bloody rapier. “I won’t end up like you or like my brothers, dad. I plan to survive.” she whispered.

And so the young Celeste Scylla journeyed all over the land of Asulon, training herself with her father’s rapier. She watched young knights train afar and she practiced on their grounds in the middle of the night. She would hunt for herself in the dense wooded forests of the elven peninsula. She may have not been trained to fight in a war like the knights of Oren do but she was tactical. She was silent and nimble.

Yet one day, Celeste decided that she would reveal herself to the world of Asulon and make a name for herself. Nay, not as a dainty lady again. This time she would do what she had been training and learning to do. She had watched people die before. It was the cycle of life, the strong, the loved, and the rich survive. The rest die. Celeste was not loved or rich but she was strong. Perhaps she could make herself wealthy by doing what she was good at. She was eighteen and ready to take on the world.

And so begins the tale of the young mercenary, Celeste Scylla.

What are your characters ambitions?:

As of now, not much. Survive and thrive. Find a home and continue doing what she aspired to do as a youngin.

Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here:

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Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:

VA going up for the character soon.

Open-Response-Questions

Anwser at least two of the below questions with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.

Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?

I look wearily at the dwarf and I ask him what he has for sale. He looks extremely tired and ragged just like I do. The man explains that he is a treasure hunter. I wearily run my hand through my hair. Treasure is expensive and I don’t think I’ll be able to afford anything that he has. He asks if I want something lady-like, like a ring or a bracelet. I shake my head. I ask him if he has anything cheap I can buy. The dwarf’s stomach rumbles. It seems as if he hasn’t sold anything for days. I ask him for the price of a helmet that I saw lying in a corner. He sighs and looks up to me, explaining that the helmet was found in ancient dwarven caverns and that it’d be much to small for her. My eyes dart around the shop, scanning to see if there is anything I need. I see a small golden round shield and I ask him for the price. He responds by saying that the shield is two thousand minas. I look through my small pouch, seeing only one hundred and fifty minas. I tell him the amount of minas I have and he frowns. His stomach growls again and he gives a sigh of defeat. He grabs the minas pouch out of my hand and tells me to take the shield. I pick up the light golden shield and walk away with a wry smile because I know a little camp outside Ildon that will take nice artifacts like this for a good five thousand minas.

You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?

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Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenceless man. What does your character do?:

The old man falls to the ground and I sigh. I had to quickly get back to the forest before nightfall. I glare at the man and crouch down, helping him up onto his cane. He gives me a crooked and toothless smile and I bend down and pick up his pouch of minas, handing them hastily to him. He kisses me on my hand and places his minas pouch on my other hand. He chortles and says “For you, fair lass.”. I grunt and take the minas pouch, trudging away and wiping my right hand along my sleeve.

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- Good, well written application. Please wait for your alt to be implemented.

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