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About thiccpazuzu

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    Romania
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    physics, maths, meths and more

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  • Character Name
    Maenor Aildhuin
  • Character Race
    High Elf (I mean just imagine picking anything else *pukes*)

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  1. THE BALLOT ((MC name: thiccpazuzu )) Name: Maenor Aildhuin Vote for Okarir'hiylun: ( X X ) Seth Calith ( ) Valyris Wynasul
  2. THE BALLOT ((MC name: thiccpazuzu )) Name: Maenor Aildhuin Vote for Okarir'tir: ( ) Kiljarys an Iarwaïn ( ) Finnadh Uradir ( ) Kolvar Trafina ( X X ) Valorin Celia'thilln
  3. Maenor proceeded to read this newest addition to a recently ever growing list of resignations and departures. This one, however, simply rendered him lost for words. It was this fateful piece of paper that brought forth a reality that not even his imagination could foresee. And so it was that the Tilruir'naelu, sipping some bitter tea as he watched the morning settle over the city from the College's balcony, pondered heavily on the fate of the Hiylun course and on how it came to pass that the most skilled physicians all left. He sighed ruefully, the painful memory of the recent promises of unit
  4. As the parchment found its way to Maenor, readily he'd engage in reading what seemed to be yet another source of massive displeasure. As he'd progress, his lips would curl into a twisted expression of wry amusement and bitterness, incapable of not remarking as he casually walked downstairs towards the Library proper. "So this dubious individual who, like so many others lately, returned from who knows where after not existing for half a century and, as a very diligent individual totally not lusting for power, is already making calendars for us all despite not being Okarir yet." he'd say so in a
  5. As the mean librarian plopped in a seat nearby, he sat for the most part pondering, his attention forked between his own thoughts and the words of the Okarir'maehr. As would've been expected, the news didn't stir any particular strong emotion, merely a sense of distant irritation as he remarked "Yet another teacher we lose this day." He clicked his tongue, then listening some more to Aiera, surrendering to the solitude of San'evarir as she departed. For a brief moment, somewhere in an obscure corner of his mind, a momentary thought, the rotten fruit of this recent wave of resignations, made hi
  6. Curriculum of Natural Philosophy As issued on the 24th of the Sun's Smile, 1802 Natural Philosophy represents the amalgamation of scientific laws and rules that govern the Universe. It is the study of nature itself and of all that naturally exists, the study of the smallest insect all the way up to the study of the distant stars. Understanding nature, deciphering its laws and being scientifically literate represents the epitome of the pursuit of progress. This course aims at making the student familiar with the way the world and all in it works, of presenting an in
  7. Maenor, upon hearing that, would've waved his hand dismissively in a most nonchalant of manners, as one might've waved off an intruding servant, not deigning to even look back at the interlocutor and continuing on his way, by the end of it all being at some considerable distance onward towards San'evarir, his figure growing smaller and smaller as moments passed, departing for good.
  8. Maenor squinted at the newest missive, still uncertain what to make of the most recent news. He stood pondering for a while before parting his tightly shut lips "What's up with all these fossils from ancient realms returning so suddenly of late? I wonder where were they during the Republic's troubled infancy." he rhetorically asked nobody in particular on a most apathetic tone, walking away after a disapproving shake of his head.
  9. THE BALLOT ((MC name: thiccpazuzu )) Name: Maenor Aildhuin Vote for Sohaer: ( X X ) Arelyn Iyathir ( ) Nuala Telperion
  10. Maenor would've picked up the missive and read it in the peaceful confines of San'evarir, squinting fleetingly at the Diarchist symbol as he did so. The elf then proceeded to ponder a few moments after finishing, then breaking the silence on the most uninspiring of tones "Impressive essay." he remarked "Shouldn't have used kae though, the pronoun is denoted by the inflection of the verb." he pointed out, settling the letter down back on the reception table.
  11. The Eternal College of San’evarir Operating in the capital city of Haelun’or, Karinah’siol Issued on the 22nd of the Deep Cold, 1801 “Students filing in, everywhere and about, flittering little birds in an aviary of information. Bell chimes once; for southern migrations. Twice and then; westernly they go. San’evarir, an auditorium of the old way. Aiera Sullas, 1796 F.A.” [A poem, “College Lives.”] Knowledge and progress are paramount to the
  12. Maenor examined the newest addition to the bulletin board, regarding it with wide eyes and lifted eyebrows in a gesture of exaggerated astonishment. "Huh, impures get called out now? Who knew so much could change in such short a time..." he added on a tone reeking of sarcasm "Ah, exciting times in the world right now, exciting times..." he concluded on a more serious tone and with a soft sigh, departing shortly thereafter.
  13. Maenor would've read the missive carefully, a concerned frown forever present on his face as he did so. Ultimately he sighed, showing very little reassurance and not daring to hope for better days, rejoining Aiera and their circle of friends, sipping tea silently and absent-mindedly. Whatever was puzzling him he chose to keep to himself.
  14. THE BALLOT ((MC name: thiccpazuzu )) Name: Maenor Aildhuin Vote for Okarir'tir: ( X X ) Valorin Celia'thilln ( ) Ellisar Aevaris ( ) Olrin Hildinyr
  15. In a cold and quiet morning, as Maenor walked around the city, trudging through the snow in an attempt to return to San’evarir, he would’ve stumbled across this curious piece of paper. After a quick glance he would’ve inspected it with more care, checking it for anything that could’ve confirmed his initial assumption that this was nothing more than a comedic leaflet. To his surprise he couldn’t, starting to go over it again, this time more thoroughly, muttering faintly at the same time “Let’s see, then…” he sighed “The lizard and his minions are all lessers, therefore article 6 doesn’t apply t
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