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[Peach 70]

Out-Of-Character Details

Alternate Minecraft Account Name: Akira0

Already Accepted Minecraft Account Name: Peachi3xx

How old are you?: 21

In-Character Details

Character Name: Marella (or Mara)

Character Race: Human

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:

Appearance:

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 12

Hair: Dark brunette, ends midway down her back

Skin: Pale white

Eyes: Bright emerald colored, large and expressive.

Height: 5’2 and still growing taller

Weight: 95 lbs

Fashion of Choice: Dark colors in the latest Oren fashions. Blood red, olive green, navy blue, etc

Armor of Choice: None, she will refuse to wear even leather armor.

Weapons of Choice: None, yet. However, she has been eyeing a particular knife in a smithy.

Personality:

Positive Personality Traits: Energetic, Cautious, Thorough, Efficient, Above average intelligence

Negative Personality Traits: Manipulative, Selfish, Shallow, Jealous, Vain, Gluttonous

Misc. Quirks:

-She finds halflings creepy. Those tiny creatures are an anomaly to her.

-She will never willingly talk about her true past, preferring to make up a different tale each time.

Background story:

Marella is a farmer’s daughter. Her father and mother, country simpletons of Solace, mistook her quiet demeanor and stammers in her speech as inborn stupidity. With two older brothers, this girl became the burden of the family, existing to eat upon their labor and ignored for the remaining of it.

Thus, she grew up observant and quiet, lurking in corners to avoid ridicule from her family. In time, her techniques at remaining unseen continually improved. She taught herself to use the advantages of being a child to scurry from shadow to shadow, lingering long enough to pilfer a bit of food from the kitchen. Her small figure allowed her to take almost weightless steps that left few footprints and no more sound than an echo in a void.

In turn, she grew to be a feeble, thin creature of the most pitiful sort. Her dark brunette hair draped flatly over her shoulders, her pale skin a sickly white, lying gauntly on her face and a delicate pair of tiny lips with barely any color. Her only defining feature are her bright emerald eyes, ever watchful, with a rich range of expressions.

As her body grew, Marella found it harder to remain hidden. She was no longer a small child but a lanky teen of ten and one, with arms and legs so unnaturally frail. Her appearance became an eyesore in the family where even the little worth of her dowry could not stir their excitement. Her parents coldly arranged a deal and soon sold her to a life of servitude to a wealthy merchant in the city of Arethor.

For a time, Marella was given a most comfortable life where the fruits of her labor were rewarded with warm food and a dry bed. Her health slowly recovered whereupon color began to return to her skin, glowing a healthy pink. Marella also received new clothes fitted for her added weight, despite the fact that it was but a maidservant’s uniform, it gave her a slight thrill of recognition. This was a new sensation she couldn’t quite comprehend, but efficiently broke her silence. As the maids gossiped amongst themselves, Marella would cheerfully pipe in her opinion about one useless matter or another. She craved this new sense of belonging, learning through these women the shallow knowledge of the most envious jewelry or the latest fashion in ribbons. Men also became a topic of conquest as her new mature friends would often retell their night’s tale. For a year, Marella was nurtured by her new adoptive mothers of this group whose own conduct was questionable.

In the declining years of Asulon this tiny comfort abruptly ended. The wealth of her employer was destroyed by the declining economy, his fortune depleted to ash. Marella was turned out to the streets with nothing more than her cherished dress once her position was lost. This final step forced Marella to walk between the natural border of good and evil. Her twisted morality now mixed with her experiences at the household strengthened her resolve to be known; to once again grasp the attention which had been so cruelly deprived from her by her parents. No matter the cost.

She now follows the Holy Empire of Oren, knowing only true safety lies with the monks who would deliver them to sanctuary as they had done almost a hundred years before.

What are your characters ambitions?:

Her ambition is to become known, to have the attention of many. Her desires are immediate and insatiable but coincide with her ambition. It could be the cake at the window of a bakery, or the cloth displayed at the tailor’s; so long as it was of value to raise other’s opinions of her. At the moment, she must have whatever it is she desires- to the point of obsession. However once acquired, it loses it’s importance and she will soon move to new interests.

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

She’s a neutral-chaotic character prepared for 2.5. Her obsessions, if it’s worth the value, she would graciously pay the full price for, however, the means for achieving the amount will be through trickery and pickpocketing. Marella is unbiased as to whom she takes from; if they seem weak enough or slow enough for her to outrun, she will take her chances. She tries to take no more than she needs, however even this is relative to the cost of her newest desire.

(A minior VA form for 1a has been filled and will be posted if this app processes.)

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?

“Hmm…”

I skip between the buildings, crouching close to the shadows. My eyes glance over the goods through his window. I cannot comprehend what drives my desires; it's chances fully ungoverned.

Finding nothing of interests, I take note of the dwarf before my mind quickly wonders and I swiftly look past him to other more endowed stores.

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?

“O-Oh!” I exclaim quietly to myself. I hurry to the nearest alley, my bare feet silently scuttling across the cobble floor. I press my back against a nearby tree, folding my lanky body in to shrink into the shadows. I perk my ears up, listening close to the exchange.

“Should it escalate,” I think slyly to myself, “I will cheer for the orc.”

“If the dwarf should lose,” I muse, “his coin purse will be much heavier than a dumb orc’s.”

I allow a peel of giggles to escape from my lips before quickly covering over it with one hand- still grinning as I thought of what treasure I would soon recover from the fight.

…

((Should one succeed in the fight, left injured))

I emerge from the shadows, creeping close to the walls. Cautiously, I slip a hand down his pocket, prodding gently around.  My eyes watch intently for any sign of awareness from the fallen warrior while darting around for witnesses. My hand closes on a small velvet pouch, heavy with jingling minas. I attempt to withdraw my hands, and if I should succeed, I quickly scurry away, running through the thicket as fast as my thin legs will take me, hugging the pouch close to my chest. I never look back once to see if I was followed.

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?:

I jump at the chance, bending down on all fours to scramble for the minas. As I swiftly use my right hand to pick up the coins and deposit them in my other cupped hand, I allow a few to travel down my sleeves. I attempt to take only a small amount, as to not take any notice, but enough to purchase a few days of food.

I stand up briskly, brushing off the dirt from my dress with one hand. I turn to the fallen elder with both hands outstretched, coins jingling in my palm.

I offer the minas in my cupped hands and with a large unashamed smile I pass a lie through my lips, “I-I’ve saved your minas!”

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This account has already been implemented. I’ve reacquired this account from my friend whom I had originally purchased for. He has since moved on to other games, having never played minecraft further than digging for coal and iron. I’ve spoken to an admin, (I can provide a name through a PM with the conversation, if it’s necessary) to which has granted me permission to write this application. (Also I want this on record so I don’t have any mix ups of being an Akira that was banned previously?)

[Rom 59]

Please wait patiently for a GM to implement your alternate account. And, no need to worry about being confused for a player that has already been banned, should there be any mix-ups, inform me, and I'll gladly vouch for you.

[Rom 59]

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