megavoltar

Hrrmm...Must be somethin' about taht...hrm yeah

 

At last....VIVA MERCATORE!!!!

WOOOOOO finally, iz culture time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

From the distant wailing shores of a cliff somewhere near Savoy was a fargone voice of a former M.R.A. Partisan.  His faded armaments lay in a pile, to commemorate a gravestone of his brothers that died during those fruitless conflicts against the Orenians.  But now?  He stood laughing as he plucked off those old weapons.  There was a reignition towards a cause abandoned by the damnable softies that came before.  Old men with deep pockets happy with the turnout of the cause that left the brittle horrid shell of the Mercatorii into something of a defiled corpse.  He stood there as he looked upon the grave, his retrieved weapons brandished as a sign of retribution for a cause long abandoned as he spoke.

"Nie abandoned any longer?  Mother sure work in mysterious ways, I wonder then... How long until the vulture of Oren come to attack, and how hard will they fall?"

Looking over towards the uniform of an MOJ soldier, one of many he had strung up in the vicinity... He guess it would be quite the impact.

MC Name:

         MercatoriiFemboy

Character's Name:

         Seabreeze

Character's Age:

         29

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

Teacher's MC Name:

         TelvanniMagister

Teacher's RP Name:

         Rigatoni

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 undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         Yes

based and gungo pilled, I'll see you in court my wingo

3 minutes ago, Ryloth said:

 

actually based take. if anyone wants tlachtli court builds hmu. <img src=">

How many mina would you need?

Abraham Lincoln (At his peak) was 6'4ft.  This means that for his time period he most DEFINITLEY would have been considered above the average height of an American citizen (north and south).  If we go by this logic and the invention of the game, known widely as basketball, being in existence for quite some time before hand in earlier formats.  Abraham Lincoln could have, should have, might have, and definitely was balling.

MC Name:

         megavoltar

Character's Name:

         Balkera Roberts

Character's Age:

         38

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

         Human

Transformed form:

         Poltergeist

Creator's MC Name:

         ImStuckInHell

Creator's RP Name:

         Mary

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Poltergeist's are the unending rage factor among the undead races, being those whom could not accept how they did or why they died.  Such is the case for Balkera Roberts, whom was given a 'second chance' by his friend Mary.  Balkera cannot accept the fact that his father lived longer than him despite knowingly committing suicide in order to escape going to heaven.  Balkera rejects the fact that his physical form lasted less time than his father and so he has become a black spirit because of this unrelenting hatred towards his demise.  Balkera is fueled by his own mental state before his death, being near completely manic and berserk with his physical demise being the final nail in the coffin leading him away from the prospect of becoming an Phantom or any kind of white spirit.  Balkera isn't pure evil, he was a misled member of the Mercatorii Revolutionary Army thinking that his cause was a noble one, and because of this lingering dread and guilt it fuels his horrid and abysmal state of mind, often clinging obsessively towards anyone left in this world.  Balkera died doing what he did best, entering a berserk rage and suffering the consequences afterwards.  His very skull after it was exposed to the air seemingly morphed into a constant raging glare as he neared the end, and then finally, cursing out Azdromoth and laughing as he watched the others escape his wrath, he was stabbed, and his physical body was no more.

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

Balkera Roberts has turned into his rage, berserk and unhinged.  No detail goes unlooked in the former guerilla warfare expert.  His remaining eye, the one stabbed by Mary, eminates a constant stream of maroon-red ectoplasm, while his other eye, one lost during a betrayal, remains clothed by his own weighed guilt and produces far less ectoplasm.  If I myself could describe the feeling, it could be like killing the side-villain during an RPG and getting to sit down and talk with him later down the line, or perhaps fight him once again.  However, the ectoplasm that streams from his eyes does not simply end, instead, the gathered ectoplasm around Balkera seems to form rings like that of Saturn around his frame, moving and bending to fit his motions.  Balkera's appeal is that of metal, he almost looks artificial in his form with the fact that he normally, even in his ghost form, is never without armor.  Balkera's armor is not actually armor, its part of his ectoplasm, it offers absolutely benefit.

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

A certain Mercatore was currently laughing as he shielded himself from rain inside of a barrel somewhere in Elysium

"Lizard people!  I knew they existed!  At last my theory is proven true!" 

And so a certain Mercatore celebrated inside of a barrel, somewhere...

Abarran Ein Sark gazed towards the notice plastered all over the sun-touched streets of Providence as he moved to a secluded area and began reading over the notice still with his helmet and various weapons all jingling like fine ornaments and the light armor allowing him to rest slightly in its embrace.

"And man on horse with the funny hair say that we are incompetent compared to his own, zer idiota izorratua."

Abarran continued to smile to himself recalling when the bloodied assassin on the Providence roads was being carried by he and his brother.  However, during the beginning of the pursuit there was a sudden drop in his expression as he raised his helmet and looked towards the sky.  The words echoing as they ran...An oddity in its own right as they shouted it...

"We come as crows...."

He continued a solitary glare towards the sky, whatever it meant, truly perhaps the nested birds were instead affiliated with the Avian Demon of Incorporeal Dealings to which he nearly was felled by.  The fear alone caused him to recoil as he adjusted remembering the coughing, bleeding, and hobbling fellow as he shook his head.

"Can't be..."

MC Name:

         MercatoriiFemboy

Character's Name:

         Seabreeze

Character's Age:

         18

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

         N/A

Transformed form:

         N/A

Creator's MC Name:

         N/A

Creator's RP Name:

         N/A

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

The rats of Almaris are incredibly tiny creatures, smaller than even some goblins, with a strong resemblance to the common mouse or rat.  They are covered in fur similar to the common mouse or rat however they range in colors of their fur or without fur entirely, as a hairless rat.  Inside of the orfices and main appendages such as the hands and feet it is without objects or otherwise placement of things.  The Ratiki, the ancestors of the Musin, are the more dreaded and horrid counterpart of the present day evolution-harbored mice.  There is not much differentiating factors aside from their humanoid-mouse appearance aside from their lacking of certain aspects that they inherited from the Ratiki, and that was dullened by way of evolution, being that the dread fangs and the slicing claws that they have have also been shortened to the meager paws that they now hold.  Unlike the underground dwellers of the Ratiki, the Musin are ill-equipped for a life underground and instead are more suited for the above ground life including the omnivorous and day-night cycle equipped vision.  Mus musculus is the variant that is chosen, with many human features and the head of a mouse.  

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

Seabreeze in particular, the creature in question that was born on the sea from a family rather interesting with a mother in love in another woman and a father so drunk as to not realize, has the main aesthetics of a rather Middle Eastern sailor uniform, colors drab and hot are the preferred.  Seabreeze in particular sees the natural Musin values of particular obsession over valuable items tends towards those of jewels and exotically colored items to either add to his attire or to parade around and gloat with.  Seabreeze in particular stands in the middle of the height territory at 2"1 with gray fur and slightly reddened ears.  Seabreeze's choice of clothing when not in his sailor uniform is very loose and comfortable with clothing being light as to not rapidly heat him up and other objects of exotic colors dotting his attire.  

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

Brachstowitz o' Roberts looked at his comrade giving him the notice that friend Carlos Mendez was getting married, at first assuming that after the monster from the sky-rock that there was some sort of injury he received.  But was affirmed just then after that this truly was a reality, and the best possible one.  

"Good on you Mister Mendez!  You deserve this!"

Said an ecstatic Brachstowitz whilst chopping down a tree of Maplewood, hastening himself as to congratulate him at a later date.  What a day.

Silently in the mind of the newbie leaning along the wall of the building his comrades resided inside, a contemplation was in order from word of a suicide that his comrades spoke about.  Yet another death in a tally of many, the thoughts running across his mind ran like a river, and his lip quivered slightly.  A ringing in his ears from the resounding words of his father's teachings, as The Canticle of Diligence of the Scroll of Virtue yet again reminded the idle man to abandon his sloth.  And so the thoughts soon left his mind in favor of work.

It was a small inkling in the mind of Brachstowitz that gave him some sort of pang in his chest, a friend of the M.R.A was something uncommon to hear of.  In his small pace around the woods he was in, receiving the news only meager hours ago, he began to sit along the rotted tree log and ponder the very phrasing itself, 'dear friend'.  It was a silent prayer for the man that gave way to tears from the newest M.R.A member, unbroken Faith to his cause stifling the tear ducts a mere moment after the last of the unspoken words left his lips.

"Viva Mercatore, may the Faith relieve our weary minds of the weights of war."  And so with those words finally piercing the long silence with only a whisper, the Priviya agentea had begun to move away from the old rotted log still covered in the rain from days prior.  His legs far removed from shaking from the guilt as he began to hold his hands behind his back and think to himself of what was to come.

Viva Mercatore.

 

Scratching his head was the motion that the newest addition to the Mercatorii Revolutionary Army did as he walked around for a bit, confused as he was informed that they had won the battle at Drobrov.  He sat against a fence post and gave a small smile before suddenly it hit him like a Boomsteel bolt to the head.  "There was a fight happening?  Why wasn't I told about this?"  And so the newbie M.R.A ran to go ask him comrades how the fight went.