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Heinrik von Reinmar plops the cap atop his head, testing its fit.
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IGN: Liokv
RP NAME: Heinrik von Reinmar
PERSONA ID: 7708617 -
Olaf von Reinmar joins his liege in the aftermath of the battle - their horses keeping an even pace as they made their return to home.
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Olaf von Reinmar trudges along a quiet path, with the silence broken only by the rustle of leaves and distant chirping of birds. Every step seemed to carry a weight only he knew the source of. Then, an utterance could be heard from Olaf: “KILL STASSIONITES, WER RASTET DER ROSTET,” he announced before picking up his pace.
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Full Name of Man - Sir Peter Stroheim
Date of Birth of Man - 1892Full Name of Woman - Abrielle
Date of Birth of Woman - 1898Location of Ceremony - Temple Heiligen Johann und Vander
Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1921
Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Father Theo0 -
Wally von Reinmar readily tears open the mail addressed to his liege and quickly skims through its contents. He promptly delivers said letter to Duke Wilheim’s office.
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Full Name of Man - Sir Ludolf Barclay
Date of Birth of Man - 1888Name of Woman - Julietta Varoche
Date of Birth of Woman - 1892Location of Ceremony - Minitz
Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1916
Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Theodore Bishop Gelimar0 -
Full Name of Man - Sir Irid von Minitz
Date of Birth of Man - 1882Name of Woman - Audrina von Theonus
Date of Birth of Woman - 1883Location of Ceremony - Reinmar
Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1914
Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Theodore Bishop Gelimar0 -
Full Name of Man - Myrios Sarran
Date of Birth of Man - 1880Name of Woman - Eloisee von Minitz
Date of Birth of Woman - 1886Location of Ceremony - Minitz, Tempel Heiligen
Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1912
Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Father Theodore2 -
would love to use this myself and see it used across the server
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Full name: Theodore Lothar Barclay
Summers’ old: 26
Clerical role: Priest
Diocese of Service: Gelimar
Minister of Ordination: Pontian IV
Racial identification: [!] “Human, child of Horen” had been filled out on all admission forms [!]
Sex:
[Username: Liokv]
[Discord: Liokv#8858]
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Wally von Reinmar pens his name upon the sign-up sheet.
Name: Wally von Reinmar
Representing: House Barclay
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OPEN THE CASEMENT, AND UP WITH THE SUN
DEATH OF EMIL BARCLAY
SpoilerThe boy read, “He who rests, rusts.” It was etched into the plaque above the entryway to the keep. The words had always been there, but it seemed the boy never put much thought to them. Now, though, he stood like a statue as he gazed upon the words, and a spark ignited within him for the first time.
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The little soldier’s bright smile widened as he brandished a new wooden sword before his brother. In the boy’s eyes, it seemed to gleam under the light of the fire– shining just like a real sword. “Vater made this for me– for Tuvsmas, see?” The light of the fireplace reflected the proud shine within his eyes as he presented the sword.
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The father gazed upon the baby with some sort of uncertainty as he laid resting in his cradle. “..Leon. Would you like that name, hm?” He then gathered the bundle into his arms, and the weight against his chest warmed the father to his core.
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The squire grasped on tightly to his halberd as it breathed a blaze of bright flames into the darkening sky. “Behind me, son– stay behind me!” The squire gasped to the blonde boy beside him as the assault continued upon the large tendrils the isle had sent out to harm them. Yet even as the stream of flames eventually dwindled, the flames within the squire’s soul burned ever brighter.
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The aged knight mumbled to himself as his attention remained fixed upon the tree’s foliage. He urged his horse onwards then, rounding the corner that blocked his vision from the figure sitting before the fire. “...Who dares?” A slouched, dark figure sat cross-legged before the tree’s base.
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The struggle between the pair continued even as the leaves of the tree wavered from the wind, unbothered by the frenzied ongoings below its boughs. “...there is a place promised for you that acts as escape from me. But maybe I shouldn’t allow it.”
A flame– ever-burning within the depths of his soul– ignited at that moment, and rage seemed to course through the aged knight as his intense attack upon the figure continued. The tip of his halberd caught upon the figure’s battered chestplate, tearing it free from his body.
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Even as the aged knight’s eyes dimmed, the flames within them gleamed. Then, he finally slipped into darkness.Ser Emil Barclay
'The Guardian'
1834— 1901
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At receiving the news, Emil Barclay sat down his work and lit up a cigar in celebration. He then continued his work in the cloning chambers, having already produced three Barclay clones at order of the Duke of Minitz this week!
"Oh-- oops.." He let out as the cigar fell into the cloning vat he was working in.
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EMIL BARCLAY, FATHER OF THE TO-BE HUSBAND, PREPARES FOR GRANDCHILDREN
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Dim light flickers within an isolated room occupied only by the form of one Emil Barclay. He was still, silent-- reminiscing about past times so filled with joy.
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Herman clutches tight to a flask of Carrion marked with the initials of K.B.
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MC Name:
redpanda_17
Character's Name:
Oso
Character's Age:
Newborn
Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):
N/A
Transformed form:
Sorvian
Creator's MC Name:
Izhtar
Creator's RP Name:
Meneus of Vor
Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:
A Sorvian is a humanoid creature made primarily from a husk of clay & wood and a porcelain mask fixed upon its head. Sorvians can only be created by sculptors, who imbue a part of their soul into the Sorvians and act as a sort of a master from which the Sorvian takes orders. However, Sorvians are not completely bound as servants to their creator’s bidding. They are ingrained with the will to go out into the world, exploring everything they come into contact with. Sorvians will begin to change and adapt to whatever they are surrounded by, be it a particular accent, belief, traditions, etc. Particularly, Sorvians are driven by whatever ideology they attach themselves to. They will pursue this ideology almost unendingly, no matter what hardships or suffering comes from this ideology. A Sorvian whose ideology ceases to exist will either break, essentially becoming a clean slate, or continue with their ideology, even if they remain the only believer of such left in the world. This is their nature–the wish to bridge the gap between those descendants with complete souls, and the Sorvian’s own poor substitute of a soul.
Sorvian physiology is very different from that of normal descendants, as they are far more easily injured due to their clay/wood bodies. However, they don’t feel pain the same way descendants do due to this reason as well. They do not heal normally, as all injuries, minor or major, must be fixed by a Sorvian sculptor. Sorvians can be destroyed in three ways: breaking the porcelain mask, puncturing their chest cavity, or decapitation.
If this construct or creature has some form of aesthetic choice, can you describe how they look?
A Sorvian is a humanoid husk consisting of a wooden skeleton covered in a layer of clay. All Sorvians have a porcelain mask that must contain two holes that represent its eyes and a slit in the form of a mouth. These beings are very distinct from humans, despite their humanoid form. This is attributed to their clay bodies and expressionless masks. Sorvians typically don clothing that will cover up their entire body, so as to further close the distance between real descendants and Sorvians. Of note is that Sorvians are subject to physical change mainly in their masks. Whatever ideology the Sorvian pursues influences the physicality of their masks: a nature-inclined Sorvian, for example, will possibly have antlers sprouting from their mask over time.
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?:
Yes
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.
I understand
Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:
No
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Herman races home to have his uncle Johann @Frymark pen an application for him! After years of begging, a loyal steed at last!
Name: Herman B.
Race: Human
Do you promise to take good care of your new horse?: Yes. I will take dutiful care of the steed.2 -
Persona Name - Emil Barclay
IGN - Liokv
Nation - Haense
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"Your majesty," Emil Barclay's head dipped into a low nod of respect. He then spoke loudly before the king's court: "My son, Leon-" He laid a gauntleted hand upon the boy's shoulder, "I see in him a passion- determination to pursue knighthood like no other." He recalls the boy's unforeseen participation in his own knight's quest... "He seeks to follow the path of his forefathers- Ser Brandt, Ser Cedric, and Ser Reinhardt." He paused then, casting a short glance to the ground, before returning his gaze to Sigismund with determination shining in his eyes: "..should it please you, I ask that you take Leon as your page- to be taught both the stories and the realities of knighthood."
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"Boys-- Herman? Leon?" Emil Barclay rose his fist once more to lay a few knocks on the door, and at getting no response, finally pried the door open. The room his two sons shared was completely devoid of said boys, with the only evidence of their presence the scattered mess of maps, clothes, and books draped about the floor and shelves. The boy's father breathed a small sigh at this, though his lips ticked up in a slight smile as he backed out of the room and shut the door with a quiet click.
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"No, no, no--" One Emil Barclay directs to the bustling workers as they go about rearranging the Lord Marshal's office. "I want the chair here, and place my nameplate on the desk there-- And for GOD's sake, take down that calendar!"
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In his office, Emil Barclay remarks idly: "That's a Barclay Bar--" His boast is interrupted by a loud warning signal as a train rumbles past Reinmar.
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THE TWIN CORONATION
in Royal Court
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"..We need special clothing for that..?" Reinhardt replies after a brief moment of silence, with clear confusion crossing his face. "I spent all my allowance.." He mutters, then continuing to shelf his newly-purchased bottles of imported Aaunic ale, a bit less excitedly.