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"If I had a mina for every time someone in the community got grudged, I'd have four." Evar'lae would be heard muttering to himself after he's read the missive. He crumples it up, tossing it to the camps' firepit before he walks on off to the forest and tend to his aging direwolf companion.
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"Fits just like a glove!" Evar'lae could be heard within his home after he had tried on the swanky armor.
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Skin: 2
Bid: 500
IGN: Cpt_Calamity | Cmmdr_Jester
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Hello! My names’ Jester, and I play an elf namedEvar’lae Amayril.The Amayril family is small, consisting of three people; Evar’lae Amayril and his two kids (Tali’lora and Soren.) They live in the Vale of Nevaehlen, you know, where the Father Circle resides so expect to see some wood elven/Wild Faith culture and Father circle druid culture. He already has concept art of what he could look like now, there’s two alternatives where he leans towards his mother’s side and his father’s side. His eyes and hair will always be blonde and blue though, take note of that. The shade of the hair can either match up to Evar’laes or Anthea, that being the mother.This would be his backstory in a nutshell, any further questions about his childhood and more detail is discussed with the chosen player:Soren, the son in question, is a mixed elf (Mainly High Elf, with some wood elf) and he’s already past 20 years old (born on June 12, 2021). His mother died giving birth to him, pretty tragic. He has an older sister named Tali’lora. He was born in Elvenesse, but shortly after his mother died, the family moved to Ikur’Fiyem A.K.A. Fenn. After some time had passed, the family moved towards Nevaehlen where there’d be more family and recognizable faces for everyone in the Amayrils. Currently he’s just a boy that’s often exploring around Almaris, debatable on how far he explores. He just always comes home to his father, Evar’lae, and older sister. How his personality is like now is up to the player, but please know that I will be needing to discuss his upbringing and what his relationships would be like with the people around him. There’s some people outside of the Vale that the Amayrils would be familiar with.If anyone’s interested, then please message me at my discord: Jester_Calamity#5378Soren art concept done in Art BreederEvar'lae and Anthea, art made by @JJosey (Great artist, great friend <3)
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Elanor's eyes burned through the accursed pages of the desserts recipe book. She hadn't realized how complex it truly is to make chocolate dipped strawberries. Sure, she could have just gone to a sweet shop like the one in Oren to find these treats. But no, she learned her lesson in making last-minute purchases as a gift. Well, her older brother seems to be happy with his hamster friend, but did he really need a hamster?
Why is making chocolate so complicated? Elanor huffs to herself, closing the book before she tucks it underneath her armpit. At least she and her friend, Hui, could learn it together with Ahir'leilan. She smirks to herself at the thought as she strides through the stone streets of Vortice. Eager for the fun that they will all have together.
Then she spots the familiar colorful figure looming over the front of the stairs with a cutting of wisteria in his hand. Her grey eyes brighten, and her smile beams wide upon her features, her proud stride shifts to quick gallops. Yet the closer the colorful boy and Hui’s come came to view, the less… colors there seemed to be around Elanor.
She calls out his name, but he doesn’t respond.
Then she asks if Hui was home. Still no response.
So Elanor knocks against the door. Nothing.She turns around, already finding the once-color filled boy walking away from her and Hui’s home. Her heart is met with the cold, cruel embrace of anxiety and fear for the worst. With a sharp breath, Elanor is already leaping across the stairs and running after the somber boy. She holds the recipe book tight to her pounding chest, the only familiar thing in her grey world.
Grey.
Where is her grey friend, and what happened to them?
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It had been years since Evar’lae spoke to his lari’onn, Briar Taliame’onn. Soon, he’d realize that the streak will continue. When he had heard of the news, his heart shattered. Death should have been a norm to him, Evar’lae would believe, but every death of a loved one seems to only knock him off balance again. And again.
He had compiled a list now in his head. His baba, Zhang-Lei. Mama Aiko. Artanaro. Anthea.
Briar.
Evar’lae stared on as he sat on the sand, watching the sunset over the horizon. The fading light dancing across the ocean waves. He sharply intakes a breath, though it shakes. He barely held on before, never dealing well with the loss of a loved one. He stands up as his eyes remained on the horizon. He steps forward, only to stop as he hears a ringing chirp.
He turns his head, searching for the sound behind him. Then he drops his gaze, finding a chorus frog resting on top of a rock. That’s odd. He lofts a brow at that, proceeding to make his way towards it. He scoops the frog into his hands before it took the chance to hop away.He chuckles out softly, moving away from the beach and on towards the grassland. There came the memory flashing in his head. Of Briar, eagerly telling him any frog facts that she knew. Frogs aren’t meant to be near saltwater, Evar’lae would recall. Briar would have wanted it to be near a freshwater pond and be with its froggy friends.
She would have wanted him to stay with his friends too.
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Elänor heard about the meaning of life, but never how that life came to be. The process... was shockingly disgusting, but it warms Elänor's heart that something beautiful has came out in the end, her little niece!
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Meanwhile, Evar'lae awaits for that promised visit from Visenya.1 -
Evar'lae Amayril did not know Zolvan Vuln'miruel very well, but he knows well enough of the crippling pain that is losing your closest friend: your spouse. That Sonna, his former colleague and old friend, is forced to go through that surreal nightmare.
When he saw the Fox Druid fall into the waters that are under what was once Ando Alur; the anguish and panic that the poor woman held on her face, the all too familiar distraught look that Evar'lae has seen in a mirror far too often.
There was little he could do as a simple elf to help in a large, drastic situation. Zolvan was already trapped, and Evar'lae had nothing, but the robes on his back. He tried to run back to the Vale, maybe there was a way, but by the time he had prepared with his medkit, Sonna had arrived in the gates with that same broken expression and bare whisper,
"He's gone..."
As Evar'lae sat on his bed, watching over his children in their respective bunk beds, he thought back to the wedding that Sonna had invited him and many other friends to. She was happy. They loved each other dearly and wanted to express to the world how strong they'll be together. How her eyes lit up at the sight of the fruit tarts that Evar'lae had gifted to her, the way Zolvan gazed at her reaction with fondness in his eyes. There was no doubt that he'd treat his friend well.
Now that poor soul is gone.
Perhaps it was time to try to reach out to Sonna, Aspects knew how hard he fell after Anthea had perished.
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MC Name:
Cmmdr_Jester
Character's Name:
Evar'lae Amayril
Character's Age:
164 ( FA 1664 )
Character's Race:
High Elf
What magic(s) will you be learning?
House Magery
Teacher's MC Name:
Learning from a Self Teach Book
Teacher's RP Name:
Learning from a Self Teach Book
Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:
Nope
Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:
Yes, I agree to keep Story updated on my Magic App
Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, that you may no longer use it in character?
I understand that if House Magery is shelved, my character will no longer be use it
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Who's the better sister?
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AH YISS
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Evar'lae Amayril would stare at the poster, dumbfounded. His eyebrows are furrowed, his lips twisted into a deep frown. He opens his mouth, then closes it. Then he opens it again to say, "I... What? That's... That's not a diplomat of Elvenesse at all, what in the damned is this mess?"
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Within the very docks of Elvenesse, stood a thoughtful Almenodrim. Once a Mali'aheral. His gaze gentle to the ocean waves, but his attention elsewhere. His thoughts remain on tonight's events. A soft smile forms upon his lips, "I met Feanor as a great Prince. He may be one no longer, but he remains a great friend."
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Finley stares intently at the written missive, an excited grin upon her face, "Ah fok ye! M'names on here, look Ma!" She turns around, searching the environment around her. Instead, she finds trees, and she scoffs, "Roight. 'm fokin' lost again."
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4 hours ago, Waibiao said:
The Treasurer of Amathea pours over the notice at his desk high in the Citadel; a shiver running down his spine from the schadenfreude he felt upon realizing Haelun'or's latest dilemma... "Oh, the irony." he mutters to himself in his comfortable isolation, folding the paper into a small glider and launching it out the window to sea.
The mali' takes his pipe from a pouch in his coat, lighting a plug of herbs and pondering more to himself. "This Vane Freysson is certainly a shrewd man, if not a clever one. I should meet him..."
The Head Steward of Amathea would scan over the notice left at his desk as well. His eyes glancing up towards Airebys Sylric, whose desk was adjacent to him, as he made his comment. Evar'lae couldn't help but snort softly. Yet, that smile was short-lived as soon as he spots the pipe in the mali'fenn's hands.
He stands up, rolling up the notice as he makes his way towards Airebys, scolding him. "Ne, ne, ne! Either smoke near the open window or outside!"1 -
IGN:Cmmdr_Jester
Discord: TheGentleChaos#5378
Skin: Blues
Bid: 650 -
"My Pedigree...?" Evar'lae stares down at the invitation that had sat in front of his desk. He blinks slowly at it, "...Do they mean my immediate family?"
After a moment of thought, he shrugs, "Oh Well. I'll see if I can attend to this celebration."2 -
Odd. Evar'lae has never seen such plump chickens. It truly was unordinary to this man. Their every-day antics were comical, now they're extra PLUMP. Adding in more comedic effect to Evar'lae. He must show Anthea and Tali'lora this phenomena!
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IGN: Cmmdr_Jester
SKIN/S: Air Bender Blue
DISCORD: TheGentleChaos#5378
BID: 60
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IGN:Cmmdr_Jester
Discord:Thegentlechaos#5378
Skin:Legacy
Bid: 60
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IGN: Cmmdr_Jester
RP Name: Finley Grandaxe
CANDIDATE: Norli Starbreaker
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Disc: TheGentleChaos#5378
IGN: cmmdr_jester
Skin: Grace
Bid: 1100
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