[Denied][Pending] Imir Ihelu Elacal (High Elf)

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What’s the name of the Minecraft account you're

applying for?: - Famisha

What's your MAIN Minecraft Account name?:-

[email protected]

 

Do you agree to follow the rules on your new account?: Yes

You understand you can not be on both of these accounts at

once?: Yes

You understand that if one account is banned, so will the

other(s)?: Yes

 

 

In-Character Information

 

Now you actually make your character - be creative but stay

reasonable! Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up

with a character that you actually want to play.

 

What’s your character called?: -  Imir Ihelu Elacal

 

What race are they (and sub-race)?: - Elf (High

Elf) 

 

What sex are they?: - Female

 

How old are they?: - 356

 

Give us a brief description of their life - their story, childhood,

family: - Imir Ihelu Elacal, the exact name of her dead Aunt, was

born in an old wooden house not too far from Aegis. The door creaked and the

cracks in the walls were the only source of light in the small cottage. And

once Imir was born, her mother knew she would be a piece of work. “Look at

those eyes!” said Parir, the mother. “Yes...” said Avern, the father, studying

Imir’s eyes, “I don’t know... I don’t know whose eyes she has.” Parir looked

closer at the two, baby blue eyes; her parents only had brown.

The next day came and went while Imir’s ankle was tied to a

scratchy rope to keep her from wandering off. The newborn studied the

butterflies and gently picked up flowers off the ground. “Imir!” called Avern.

The baby crawled over to her father, quite quickly. “Wow.” sighed Parir,

still in the field, “What a day!” Imir giggled as if her parents language

was a joke and pushed the rope off her ankle. “I shouldn’t have put it on so

carelessly!” cursed Parir, grabbing the runaway baby.

 Many years

passed and Imir turned from a newborn to a young child. Believing that their

child was perfect, they did not care when they were affected by the Elven

curse.

“Mama, said Imir, “Why do I look different?” Parir stopped

cleaning dishes and turned around to answer. “Why do you ask?” “Because...

people say I always look like I’m thinking or dazed.” said Imir. Parir paused

and bit her lip. Then she explained as much as she could: about all of the

races of the elves. “So... there’s other Elves like me?” wondered Imir. “Yes,

Love.” said Parir, continuing her work.

When Imir turned 126, she was found laying on her back,

staring up at the leaves of a nearby tree. Children from her school would ask

what was wrong, but Imir wouldn’t speak. Days later had word got out, informing

that Imir’s house had burned down. But no one knew that Avern died saving Imir.

Parir would come and go, trying to comfort her daughter

anyway she could. “Love.” started Parir, looking up at the leaves, too, “Come

work in my flower shop with me. You know... to earn more money for a new

house.” Imir looked over at her mother. Ever since their house burned down,

they had been living with some snotty next door neighbors who were always tidy,

clean, and if you moved one thing out of place, they wouldn’t spare anytime in

kicking you out. Imir thought. “Fine.” She said, “See you there tomorrow.”

When Imir finally turned 350, she packed up to leave. “Where

are you going?” asked a confused voice. It was Parir. “Mother, I want more in

my life than flowers.” Started Imir, “I want adventure! Not like being jammed

into a little flower shop is not 'adventurous', but...” “Enough!” cried Parir.

Tears streaked her sickly pale cheeks. “You are not leaving me!” “Why?” shouted

Imir, starting to cry herself. “I have no other family! It’s like you want to

leave me here to die!” sobbed Parir. Imir slung her bag around her shoulder.

The two circled eachother. “Mom, I’m not a pet! I can take care of myself!”

“Really? Well you father didn’t think so since he was the one to save you from

the fire!” Imir stopped. Her mother had been shopping while the fire happened.

How would she know how Imir felt?! Imir backed up into the doorway. She looked

at the ground. She saw her mother’s shadow shaking uncontrollably. “You’ve gone

too far.” Mumbled Imir and she dashed out of the room. 

 

 

What are they like (personality)?: - Brave, curious, dazed, strong-willed/persistent 

 

What are their ambitions?: - To have an adventurous life without rules (the ones her parents set out for her)

 

Do they have any special skills?: - arrows and building

 

What are their weaknesses?: - swords and direct attacks

 

Give us a description of how they look (not a screenshot

yet!)?: - Dirty blonde hair, baby blue eyes, brown boots, sleeveless pink-white dress with hair tied on left side. 

 

Anything else you want to say about them?: -  She has so much in her past to dread about yet believes that the future is a new, clean slate to start from. When she focuses, she imagines the leaves of the trees she saw when she was little. Never talking about her parents, her eyes explain it all. Courage streaks her words when she speaks before battle, bringing up the spirits of others.

Please give us a screenshot of your character’s skin: -  

[Nug 2011]

Sadly, I must deny this application for the following reason(s):

 

~ You have not made the changes requested during the pending duration, such as, getting a not already used skin and including your alt's account name.

 

You may reapply in 24 hours with the changes made, best of luck.

[Nug 2011]

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