_Caesarius

This will be marked as plagiarized, as this is a re-uploaded persona. I just want it to get accepted this time ? . Here are links to my previous applications: Caesarius was found in a basket filled with bread that was still warm to the touch by monks traveling outside of a monastery. He was raised in the monastery and was taught how to become a monk and believe the stories of the World of Aegis. He excelled in literature studies and mathematics and struggled in determining the reasons for his abandonment. He ended up falling into Picote abuse and feeling the need for a rush, which led him to sneak out at night to hang out by the Picote and peel at the stalks till he could see the liquid glistening in the night sky, and feast until his head felt like collapsing. He was caught one day and sentenced to an entire year of yard work. Caesarius’ substance abuse led him to become a former shell of the lanky monk he once was. He had developed a hunch and felt sharp pains whenever he would lay down. One day, as he was doing back-breaking labor, he encountered a mountain dwarf that seemed to be very frantic. Caesarius was scared to approach, but he reluctantly inched forward until he was visible. The mountain dwarf then ran to him and said: “I-I’m a... messenger a-and I-I’m here to warn you that...” At that very moment, the very dreaded Lucas Black and his Undead army burst into view, and both the dwarf and the large monk ran into the monastery and they locked themselves in the cellar. They could hear the frantic screams of his monk family, and he and the dwarf waited for what seemed like forever for the screams to stop. As the cries for help started dying down, a slow trickle of blood found its way into the cellar, and the dwarf gave a small hiccup out of fear. Caesarius’ heart started pounding as he realized this grave mistake, and he saw the small amount of light coming from the cellar door suddenly become overcast as something loomed over them. This something turned out to be a someone, and they both could only hold their breaths and prepare for the worst. As the light came back, a newfound hope started to rise, until the door shattered and Lucas Black appeared. Lucas Black himself said “Peek-a-boo” and then grotesquely thrust a dagger into the stomach of the dwarf. “Is this your little friend?” said the violent psychopath. "I SAID, IS THIS YOUR LITTLE FRIEND?” Caesarius could not even hold his gaze. He sat there, hunched, already reciting his prayers in his head. As the Undead army surrounded their leader, Lucas Black knew that a show was about to start. “I see we have ourselves a mute here... Perhaps he never learned how to use his tongue.” As Black said this his army let out whistling smoker laughs from their rotting carcasses. Black starts pacing, a smirk appearing on his face from the Undead’s affirmation. “Perhaps he doesn’t NEED a tongue,” said Black already unsheathing another dagger. “PERHAPS HE WILL NEVER FIND HIS VOICE!” Smiling, Black thrust the newly unsheathed dagger into Caesarius’ mouth and searched for the end of the tongue. As Caesarius went into a biting frenzy, Black’s dagger made a quick glean in his mouth, leaving no tongue, and in place a bloody grin. Caesarius looked at Black with tears in his eyes and collapsed to the floor. His once useful body part was strewn onto the floor, and Caesarius could feel the gaze of Black honing in onto his seemingly lifeless body. He heard the shaky march of the Undead die out and he started drifting off from his newfound fatigue. He woke up and recollected himself. As he was waking up he started to notice the unforgiving chill of the pool of blood that he is basking in. He tries to get up and is immediately stopped by a flurry of pain, and as he attempts a swear (forbidden in the monastery), he finds that he cannot speak. He starts to remember the terrible situation he was in and turns his neck to find the corpse of the dwarf he encountered. “My friend,” he thinks to himself. He starts crawling towards his body, and finds that he has a messenger bag on him. He awkwardly bends the lifeless rag-doll arms of the dwarf and gets the bag off. He looks inside and finds a flask of water and a loaf of bread. At this moment he realized his body was in desperate need of food. He takes a bite of the bread and realizes that there is no taste. Absolutely none. He chokes done the loaf and washes it down with the flask of water. His recently cut tongue immediately starts trickling blood, and he starts foraging for something to stop the flow. he takes his blood coated shawl, and presses it into the wound. As tears streamed down his face, he could only wonder how his circumstances came to this. He regained his previous fatigue and once again, succumbs to his weaknesses as his vision fades to black. The End He does wake up, however, and ventures far and wide until finally encountering others (thus starting my LOTC career).

Caesarius was found in a basket filled with bread that was still warm to the touch by monks traveling outside of a monastery. He was raised in the monastery and was taught how to become a monk and believe the stories of the World of Aegis. He excelled in literature studies and mathematics and struggled in determining the reasons for his abandonment. He ended up falling into Picote abuse and feeling the need for a rush, which led him to sneak out at night to hang out by the Picote and peel at the stalks till he could see the liquid glistening in the night sky, and feast until his head felt like collapsing. He was caught one day and sentenced to an entire year of yard work. Caesarius’ substance abuse led him to become a former shell of the lanky monk he once was. He had developed a hunch and felt sharp pains whenever he would lay down. One day, as he was doing back-breaking labor, he encountered a mountain dwarf that seemed to be very frantic. Caesarius was scared to approach, but he reluctantly inched forward until he was visible. The mountain dwarf then ran to him and said: “I-I’m a... messenger a-and I-I’m here to warn you that...” At that very moment, the very dreaded Lucas Black and his Undead army burst into view, and both the dwarf and the large monk ran into the monastery and they locked themselves in the cellar. They could hear the frantic screams of his monk family, and he and the dwarf waited for what seemed like forever for the screams to stop. As the cries for help started dying down, a slow trickle of blood found its way into the cellar, and the dwarf gave a small hiccup out of fear. Caesarius’ heart started pounding as he realized this grave mistake, and he saw the small amount of light coming from the cellar door suddenly become overcast as something loomed over them. This something turned out to be a someone, and they both could only hold their breaths and prepare for the worst. As the light came back, a newfound hope started to rise, until the door shattered and Lucas Black appeared. Lucas Black himself said “Peek-a-boo” and then grotesquely thrust a dagger into the stomach of the dwarf. “Is this your little friend?” said the violent psychopath. "I SAID, IS THIS YOUR LITTLE FRIEND?” Caesarius could not even hold his gaze. He sat there, hunched, already reciting his prayers in his head. As the Undead army surrounded their leader, Lucas Black knew that a show was about to start. “I see we have ourselves a mute here... Perhaps he never learned how to use his tongue.” As Black said this his army let out whistling smoker laughs from their rotting carcasses. Black starts pacing, a smirk appearing on his face from the Undead’s affirmation. “Perhaps he doesn’t NEED a tongue,” said Black already unsheathing another dagger. “PERHAPS HE WILL NEVER FIND HIS VOICE!” Smiling, Black thrust the newly unsheathed dagger into Caesarius’ mouth and searched for the end of the tongue. As Caesarius went into a biting frenzy, Black’s dagger made a quick glean in his mouth, leaving no tongue, and in place a bloody grin. Caesarius looked at Black with tears in his eyes and collapsed to the floor. His once useful body part was strewn onto the floor, and Caesarius could feel the gaze of Black honing in onto his seemingly lifeless body. He heard the shaky march of the Undead die out and he started drifting off from his newfound fatigue. He woke up and recollected himself. As he was waking up he started to notice the unforgiving chill of the pool of blood that he is basking in. He tries to get up and is immediately stopped by a flurry of pain, and as he attempts a swear (forbidden in the monastery), he finds that he cannot speak. He starts to remember the terrible situation he was in and turns his neck to find the corpse of the dwarf he encountered. “My friend,” he thinks to himself. He starts crawling towards his body, and finds that he has a messenger bag on him. He awkwardly bends the lifeless rag-doll arms of the dwarf and gets the bag off. He looks inside and finds a flask of water and a loaf of bread. At this moment he realized his body was in desperate need of food. He takes a bite of the bread and realizes that there is no taste. Absolutely none. He chokes done the loaf and washes it down with the flask of water. His recently cut tongue immediately starts trickling blood, and he starts foraging for something to stop the flow. he takes his blood coated shawl, and presses it into the wound. As tears streamed down his face, he could only wonder how his circumstances came to this. He regained his previous fatigue and once again, succumbs to his weaknesses as his vision fades to black. The End He does wake up, however, and finds other people (thus starting my LOTC career).

Caesarius was found in a basket filled with bread that was still warm to the touch by monks traveling outside of a monastery. He was raised in the monastery and was taught how to become a monk and believe the stories of the World of Aegis. He excelled in literature studies and mathematics and struggled in determining the reasons for his abandonment. He ended up falling into Picote abuse and feeling the need for a rush, which led him to sneak out at night to hang out by the Picote and peel at the stalks till he could see the liquid glistening in the night sky, and feast until his head felt like collapsing. He was caught one day and sentenced to an entire year of yard work. Caesarius’ substance abuse led him to become a former shell of the lanky monk he once was. He had developed a hunch and felt sharp pains whenever he would lay down. One day, as he was doing back-breaking labor, he encountered a mountain dwarf that seemed to be very frantic. Caesarius was scared to approach, but he reluctantly inched forward until he was visible. The mountain dwarf then ran to him and said: “I-I’m a... messenger a-and I-I’m here to warn you that...” At that very moment, the very dreaded Lucas Black and his Undead army burst into view, and both the dwarf and the large monk ran into the monastery and they locked themselves in the cellar. They could hear the frantic screams of his monk family, and he and the dwarf waited for what seemed like forever for the screams to stop. As the cries for help started dying down, a slow trickle of blood found its way into the cellar, and the dwarf gave a small hiccup out of fear. Caesarius’ heart started pounding as he realized this grave mistake, and he saw the small amount of light coming from the cellar door suddenly become overcast as something loomed over them. This something turned out to be a someone, and they both could only hold their breaths and prepare for the worst. As the light came back, a newfound hope started to rise, until the door shattered and Lucas Black appeared. Lucas Black himself said “Peek-a-boo” and then grotesquely thrust a dagger into the stomach of the dwarf. “Is this your little friend?” said the violent psychopath. "I SAID, IS THIS YOUR LITTLE FRIEND?” Caesarius could not even hold his gaze. He sat there, hunched, already reciting his prayers in his head. As the Undead army surrounded their leader, Lucas Black knew that a show was about to start. “I see we have ourselves a mute here... Perhaps he never learned how to use his tongue.” As Black said this his army let out whistling smoker laughs from their rotting carcasses. Black starts pacing, a smirk appearing on his face from the Undead’s affirmation. “Perhaps he doesn’t NEED a tongue,” said Black already unsheathing another dagger. “PERHAPS HE WILL NEVER FIND HIS VOICE!” Smiling, Black thrust the newly unsheathed dagger into Caesarius’ mouth and searched for the end of the tongue. As Caesarius went into a biting frenzy, Black’s dagger made a quick glean in his mouth, leaving no tongue, and in place a bloody grin. Caesarius looked at Black with tears in his eyes and collapsed to the floor. His once useful body part was strewn onto the floor, and Caesarius could feel the gaze of Black honing in onto his seemingly lifeless body. He heard the shaky march of the Undead die out and he started drifting off from his newfound fatigue. He woke up and recollected himself. As he was waking up he started to notice the unforgiving chill of the pool of blood that he is basking in. He tries to get up and is immediately stopped by a flurry of pain, and as he attempts a swear (forbidden in the monastery), he finds that he cannot speak. He starts to remember the terrible situation he was in and turns his neck to find the corpse of the dwarf he encountered. “My friend,” he thinks to himself. He starts crawling towards his body, and finds that he has a messenger bag on him. He awkwardly bends the lifeless rag-doll arms of the dwarf and gets the bag off. He looks inside and finds a flask of water and a loaf of bread. At this moment he realized his body was in desperate need of food. He takes a bite of the bread and realizes that there is no taste. Absolutely none. He chokes done the loaf and washes it down with the flask of water. His recently cut tongue immediately starts trickling blood, and he starts foraging for something to stop the flow. he takes his blood coated shawl, and presses it into the wound. As tears streamed down his face, he could only wonder how his circumstances came to this. He regained his previous fatigue and once again, succumbs to his weaknesses as his vision fades to black. The End