MaltaMoss

NO NO NO NO NO IT CANT BE

Excitedly has my family

This is a cry for help

Ave Renatus

so when we pushed (redacted) into the river was he in the wheelchair or not (please answer)

Welcome to the Moderation Team Union, please have your membership card stamped as you come through the door. (We have potlucks on Sundays someone needs to make casserole thank you)

Valentin stared down at the report, clutching it in gloved hands as a confused expression took form on his weathered face. The aged soldier had been travelling, seeing the world as he left the old country behind to stretch his legs for a few years. He had to squint hard for a moment, his eyes weren't what they used to be after all, but he could have swore he saw mention of a Novellen on his shores.

"Blimey, I thought Ol' Gustaf did away with these bastards. Where did they turn up from? A vacation resort?"

He snickered, the memories flooding back as he gazed out across the great forests of the heartlands.

"I reckon he blames himself, for Mad Freddy n' that. Don't worry son, your father didn't bite it because you abandoned him. It was fate, not a fault of yours!"

The Mareno cackled, twirling with intoxication as he sauntered down the wooded path. 

"He comes back again! Back again! Spawn o' the coward comes back again! Oh-de-do-da-day!"

And as he carried on into the woods, his crude lyrics and tone grew muted beneath the trees.

TRUE?

I for one welcome our previous Moderation Warlord back onto his mod admin throne

ItDontMatta for president

"NUB WAE." Connak screamed at the missive, throwing his hands skyward before collapsing to his knees and begging for forgiveness from Malin. Connak had considered Vytrek his father, but had seemingly lost his way.

Guys im so cool Im going to make everyone's nose bleed at this massive human event

guys its so quirky look the nose bleeds

this was top tier bait btw

@squakhawkOk so like hypothetically I send you another Pub Gift and you give me greentag so I can shitpost in your chats

It's a good offer trust me

Valentin was spinning in his room, what felt like vomit bubbling up in his throat caused him to heave forward.

"Good GOD! Cousin, what is wrong with you? I've got to see my cousin."

"By Wyvurn they continue to betray the vision. Where did we go wrong?" Connak asked himself, confused beyond belief.

MC Name:

         Mukumbura

Character's Name:

         Connak

Character's Age:

         144

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

Teacher's MC Name:

         Orlanth

Teacher's RP Name:

         Vyllaenen

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         Yes

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

Are you aware that if this feat is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes

Connak gazes upon the missive with an odd quirk of his brow. Yawning he finishes it off, the sleepy 'fenn simply befuddled by it's contents.

"Oh, hmm. I suppose, yeah, maybe. Is this-Yes, yes it is. They're finally gone, thank Wyvurn."

The Mali'fenn raged at the parchment, screaming to himself in the snowy wastes of the north.

"No, no! Not his legacy, you can't take his legacy and shred it up at a whim! You bastards, unforgivable shells of Mali! I never should have trusted you 'thill, never!"

An aged Mali'fenn looks over his sword, the dried blood that stained it's once shimmering steel bringing him a deep sorrow.

"Is it true? All I've fought for, is it all over? Vytrek, if you could see us now."

Valentin's eyes scan the paper, darting down toward the signatures as tears began to blur his vision. 

"By GOD, my name lives on." 

Softly he wept, thinking of his forefathers.

"This, this they cannot take. This they'll never take, it's what he would have wanted. It's what he would have wanted."

Valentin muttered almost incoherently, holding the paper, comparing it to another missive.

With a clatter and a series of crashes Valentin went tumbling to the floor, drunkenly looking over the missive he still shakily held in his hands.

"I should have known, I should have known those bastards would bury their nose in it! Again! Every time, their thinly veiled garbage, canonist prince bullshit!" 

He spat out in-between sobs, taking another fresh hit from the bottle.

"They just take, and take, and take! Until nothing is left! No little bandage could fix the gaping wound in the heartlands!"

"Oh Gustaf, if only you could see this. You'd know what to do."

"Meh cousin! Goob! Tha bastard 'as gone an' k'elled Goob!" Shrapnel Mineplenty shook his fist, shouting toward the sky as his mind drifted back to his beloved cousin.

Insane how some members of staff feel as if they are being pressured into silence, going far enough to conceal their identities just to propose basic reform and retooling of a team in desperate need of help.  I wont do this. I agree with many facets of this post and think that the community team, and Administration as a whole, should took a long look at it. The claims that this is somehow literally everything community team has been talking about implementing over the past whatever amount of time seems like a fallacy. Take notes.

MC Name:

         MaltaMoss

Character's Name:

         UNIT-115

Character's Age:

         1

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         N/A

Transformed form:

         Automaton

Creator's MC Name:

         Gundam_Engineer

Creator's RP Name:

         Oijin

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Automatons are constructs forged from non-organic material and animated through alchemical means by a skilled engineer and craftsman. They come in many differing forms, the creativity of their creator being the largest factor in their appearance, function, and practicality. A n Automaton can be designed for labor, war, or bookkeeping. The possibilities are almost endless. They operate off of an object known as a gear heart, a heart-shaped object manufactured from gears, cogs, and tubing which is imbued with Redstone and a gem in order to provide power and "circulation" to the machine. Alchemical fluid, acting as the Automaton's blood, flows through its body from this central point, animating it's form in a mimicry of human biology. Overlocking is a process in which the heart begins to churn faster and faster, allowing for increased feats of strength or speed that can become fatal to the creation if it pushes itself too far. After an Overclock, the machine will have to enter a weakened state in order for its heart to recover. The weaknesses of an Automaton come in many forms, but the most obvious are it's rigidness. An automaton can have trouble bending, making its joints an easy target. Other than that, as an Automaton is damaged, it will begin to leak fluids, which cannot be replenished and will quickly cause it to lose mental or physical function.  Blunt force trauma can also dent the machine, and destroying it's Gear Heart will leave it completely shut down. A similar effect occurs if it runs out of fluid, or is generally badly damaged.

If this construct or creature has some form of aesthetic choice, can you describe how they look? 

UNIT-115 is a humanoid Automaton, standing at a reasonable height for human standard, and sporting tattered clothing scrounged up to fit it's look. The machine has slits across its stomach, folding plating that allow it to bend forward and backward at slight angles, giving it some flexibility. It's joints are standard, hinges and gears that give it an awkward mimicry of human movement. However, the sockets which it's arms are attached to have been fitted with swivels, allowing it to wildly flail its arms at the expense of any accuracy or fine motor skills. It can do something similar with its head, the "skull" being able to rotate 360 degrees in a circle, with much friction and loud noise of course. The swivels are functional, but cause great friction leading to damage to the Automaton's limbs and sockets. It's face is almost mangled, jagged metallic teeth and bright blue glowing eyes leading to an almost zombified look. However, it's odd appearance is offset by the strangely human clothing draped over its form. Tattered jackets and worn brown trousers covering up its legs and parts of its chest and shoulders. It sports a dark blue hat, recovered from a man running a horse transport service. 

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep Story writers updated on the status of your magic app?:

         N/A

Do you understand that if this creature's lore is undergoing an activity trial and that trial fails, you will no longer be able to play this creature and will be forced to either revert the character back to its normal form (if it was a transformative type) or stop playing the character entirely (if it is an entirely new creature)?:

         Yes

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         Yes

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No, I have not.

"For the homeland, SEREMVS DELENDA EST." Valentin belted out, rat still crouched upon his shoulders.

Olaf smiled with the brightest smile of his lifetime, face still stuffed with the cheese from their previous exploits.

"I ******* love cheese."

Connak began to break down into an unending fit of laughter, tears forming in his eyes as he looked over the missive in utter disbelief. A certain joy rung out in his chest, the veteran coughing to dispel it before returning to business.

"Oh, oh that's rich! That's grand!"