LiliumDell

So, what was your favorite moment in your LOTC history? :D ALSO Who is ur favorite person? Hihi :3

Luna would look at the invitation letter, her head crooked to the side, and a lifted eyebrow as she tried to scan the words in there, still unable to read. Then, as she saw her name, the only word she would recognize, a gasp left her wide smile as she jumped out of bed. "I got invited! My name is here!" Her small figure ran outside, yelling for her parents. "Malns! I need clothing! And accessories! I have a widing to go!" The small elfless would parade around the house, her chest full of pride and illiteracy,

I'm late to the party, as always, BUT here's what my character would think of me by creation order :D Juno Salazar- She would find my septum piercing abhorrent, compare me to a bull or a cow. Definitely bully me for that and all my 3000 piercings, but in a "grandma that grew up on a farm" way. She would also find my Spanish offensive. Ivy von Theonus-Would act like a loving grandma, until she realizes I have chronic pains and can't fight for shit. She would definitely compare pains (in the sense that hers are worse) and try to fight me. She would fight my opps for me tho. Vallel'len Revontulet- He would hate me, despise me, and punch me in the face. Piercings? Ew. Tattoos? EW. A HUMAN? DISGUSTANG! Ulisses de Alencar Pachakutiq- Would trauma dump on me, I would trauma dump on him. He would lovingly ramble about his wife and kids, and I would lovingly ramble about my cat and boyfriend. In the end, we would hold hands and go to therapy together <3 Selene von Seraphiel- She would try to sell my soul to the devil. Or to anyone really. Homegirl is poor asf, she just wants money. Luna Evangeline Salazar- She is still a kid, but she would think my piercings are cool (Juno would be so disappointed in so many ways), but she would also find my Spanish offensive, just like Juno.

The small Luna would be drawing in her room, her broken leg resting on a pillow as she smiled. "Maln is so cool! I bet we will get extra candy now." She giggled, turning to her teddy bear. "Henrique will get cockier, tho...Bah! I'll just put another beehive beneath his bed!" She giggled louder, nodding at the teddy bear as she grabbed her crutches and slowly made her way downstairs to the fireplace, where she would put the drawing on top. A very crude drawing of all the kids, alongside Alfonso and Delphin, with a childish handwriting on top saying "Talonnii" and a drawn heart next to it.

1- It is very hard to choose my favorite character, it's almost like choosing a favorite child. All of my characters had their own reasons for why I enjoyed playing them, either because they were the first ones where I learned about the basics of the servers, or because they allow me to have a casual rp. I loved playing Juno, my first character ever, but I have a special care for Ivy and Ulisses. Ivy gave me the opportunity to properly learn how LOTC worked, while Ulisses was just...a complete mess, but extremely fun to play with all the 5000 dramas that would happen every week xD 2-My most epic move was definitely when Juno slayed an enraged bull that was going towards her husband with one slash (I lost all my roll luck right there 💔), but I had some aura farming moments on Ivy too, like when she fought a sea serpent when she was 9 months pregnant with her first child. She has had a lot of cool moments. IDKKKK HIHI MAYBE...MAYBE...THIS SPECIAL GUY @MrGarden AND...AND...THIS GUY @AmestiAND...LIKE...THIS GUY @Ophi AND YOU KNOW...THIS GUY @GoldenArmada334AND THIS GUY ALSO @FlynniganAND A LOT MORE GUYS I LOVE SO MANY OF THESE GUYS You...you are my Opp...if you let me be your Opp as well... 👉👈 1- I absolutely ADORE macabre memorabilia, all the way from collecting bones to taxidermy to Victorian hair art. I love macabre stuff, and I hope to have a collection one day (also, love blood jewelry). In the subject of macabre stuff, I also love extreme body modifications, like split tongues, surgical elf ears, permanent vampire teeth, and so on. I would actually do the three mentioned if I had the possibility and courage to do so xD I also love my ear piercings too much to take them off as well :P 2- It would be interesting if all my personas met tbh...Juno and Ivy would probably have tea together, talk about war, fighting, and their husbands and children, share their feats, and show off their scars, like two old friends. Ulisses would try to join the conversation, just to be able to talk about his failed political career, the almost 30 years that it took for him to be able to marry his wife, and, of course, show off his children. In the end, he would be spilling all the tea to those two old ladies, who would hug him by the end of it. Selene would just watch, in silence, trying to gain the courage to join in the conversation, but deciding against it, while beside her, Vallel'len would also watch in silence, but not wanting to join, as he hated humans with all his heart; maybe they would bond over their hate for humanity if time allowed it. Luna would be causing havoc, left and right, non-stop. Giggling and setting things on fire..."by accident". 3- I have a lot of favorite moments from these 2 years I've been on this silly server, but one of the moments that I have laughed the most at was when Ulisses, Inti, and Franz were in a romantic triangle. Ulisses almost threw his pet brick at him...and then sent a petty letter when he got married to Inti...oopsie :P

Hi, hello, greetings! I officially started playing on LOTC two years ago, around this time of the year, and it has been an amazing experience. I have met and roleplayed with so many cool people during these years, and I am not thinking of stopping anytime soon (ya'll won't get rid of me so easily) You might have seen me around playing the insane grandma, or the malewife (meme attached), or the rabied child, or the rabied child 2.0...You might have never seen me! But feel free to ask, share your opinions on anything really, or send anything you'd like! :D (I also accept pet pictures, any pet.) (pls send pet pics)

Ivy could do nothing more than weep, holding the face of the boy she helped raise. Now feeling cold, where once was warm. Lifeless, where once it was full of hopes and dreams. And her hands trembled with the wave of grief that hit her heart, unable to breath, to think, to act. Only crying, feeling the sorrow for the boy she had held in her arms. Because he would always, forever, be her boy.

The recovering Duke would read the missive from the comfort of his desk, adjusting his glasses with a chuckle. "I guess the war didn't really kill everything." He sighs, rubbing his cheek, suddenly getting hit with a realization. "I hope the children don't get used as pawns..."

Ulisses de Alencar watched the manor burn down, with his Impending Cloud of Doom™ lingering on top of it. He smiled, cleaning his hands from the ash. "They can run, but the taxmen will run faster."

Ulisses de Alencar stood in front of the throne room, looking over to where both thrones stood next to another. One of Tobias, the other of Antônio. In his hand, a crumbled letter stood, with tear stains, ripped edges, his grief and anger showing on that piece of paper. "Your father, Antônio de Alencar, has passed." Those words replayed in his mind, while tears fell down his cheeks and fell onto the floor. Slowly, he makes his way to his father's throne, falling at it's feet as his legs give in. Then, he weeps, gripping the letter tightly as his heart ached and burned. It felt like it was breaking, like his sorrow was aching to be freed. And there he stood, wishing for his father's embrace. Just a second longer. Just one last time.

Ulisses de Alencar is observing his closet, his arms crossed as his foot is tapping to the rythm of a song. "Green...Green...Green...Oh! White! Wait, too white..." He sighs, tapping his chin. "Well, one more excuse to get new clothing." He then chuckles, evilly.

The scarred man stood in silence, meditating in between the trees. In the midst of his meditative state, his hands start to creep into an embrace, enveloping himself in his own arms. And he smiled. The memories and smells and sensations were overflowing him; the cold snow, the smell of burned crops, Inti's voice, Inti's touch...Inti. His mind could only replay the moments she was present, still feeling her touch. And for a second, he almost wept. Knowing this would never happen again. Not on this life.

Ivy von Theonus gives a gentle smile to her husband as she had observed him write all those letters. Her calloused hand would come to touch his shoulder, then pulling the old Duke unto her embrace. "Our work is done." She mumbles, with a nod, as she pulls away with a sigh. "Now, it's time to see how well we raised them."

Ulisses de Alencar simply looked to the vast sea that spread across the horizon, feeling something off... His heart quivered, tightening against his own ribcage; it could've been the anxiety from the unknown but it wasn't really that. He missed his family, what he had called home...his adoptive brother...and he wept. With one hand over his burning chest, he wept like a child, his tears falling down the boat and mixing with the imense sea waters. He probably would never know what happened to his dear brother, but his heart definetly felt uneasy...

MC Name: Lilium_Dell Discord: LiliumDell Image: Description of Image: A white skull, with it's jaw slightly open. Some green leaves stand on top of the skull, immitating a crown. The skull stands in a black background. Dimensions: 2 wide, 2 high

Ulisses de Alencar reads the missive in between his studies, a small coffee cup on his hand as he holds the paper with the other. As he takes a sip from the bitter drink, he smirks, the smirk then turning into a chuckle. "Finally, they have been engaged since I was a kid." He then places the mug down, slightly staining his table. "I hope I still count as the ring boy" A loud giggle comes out, not out of malice, but of joy to see his parents happy with one another.

[!] Hundreds of fliers would be scattered all across Aevos. ◈ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ◈ “Não tenho certeza de nada, mas a visão das estrelas faz-me sonhar” I’m not sure of anything, but the sight of the stars makes me dream “O Baile dos Cometas” By; Casa Alencar In the year of our lord; 2046 Written by: Ulisses de Alencar ◈ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ◈ The stars have guided the citizens of Maracá for centuries as they sailed through island to island, for their commerce, fishing business, giving the night sky some light for the Maracá people. Songs, alongside literature and festivals have been made to celebrate this creation of nature, so important and significant to these people. With this, Ulisses de Alencar invites everyone to come celebrate this important phenomenon in a masquerade ball, where we shall dance, drink and celebrate the cosmos that has been lighting up our night skies and our nocturnal lives. Dressing up for the occasion, with your best mask and your best attire, is a requirement. Since the stars are anonymous, the guests shall be too. ◈ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ◈ ◈ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ◈ The Contest; After we have all danced and paraded beneath the night sky, with our feet aching for more, the best mask shall be rewarded with the title of “The Star Bearer” alongside a prize of 200 mina. ◈ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ◆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ◈ SIGNED; Ulisses De Alencar Diplomatic Envoy of The Oasis of Ipanema. 20/08, at 6PM EST, in The Oasis of Ipanema.

Ulisses simply weeps in his fathers shoulder as he tells him the sad news about his dear uncle, sobbing his lungs off. He grasps the last letter he had recieved from Miguel, one saying that he would come visit him and his father as many times as he possibly could. And the small child remembers every word in that letter. "Tio promised he would visit us...!" The child mutters between sobs, not knowing how to process his grief yet.

Ulisses de Alencar jumps excitedly at the news of both his aunts getting married, excited at the idea of going to a wedding. As the boy stops, he simply mutters with a smile. "I hope tio Miggy is going!"

Ivy von Theonus smiles at the sight of the invite, starting to ponder wich dress she would wear for the occasion. She turns to her family, invite in hand. "Kids, get your best attire out!" For a second, she wonders where time go.

The Duchess would be sitting in the gardens of Vohenheim as she practices her harp, listening to the soft melody of the strings, when the message had arrived to her ears. Sir Atticus and Sir Willford have passed. The strumming of the strings stop as she feels her heart skip more than a beat at the message, letting the garden fall silent, as she looks in the distance, seeing two white butterflies dance around in between the flowers. "At least, I am sure they passed in one anothers arms. Happy." Ivy von Theonus says to herself as she starts to weep, still not believing said news. Later that night, she would light up two candles in a silent prayer. Knowing that those two white butterflies, those two dancing flames, would be both of them dancing for all eternity.

The Duchess was playing with her dear daughter when she knows of the present missive. She hold the paper tight as she reads it, her hands shaking as her heart burns with the written words in them. She could only think on her father and Vourkehardts. The family from another nation that watched her grow, took care of her as one of them. They now would have to meet in battle. She sighs, putting armored hand to her forehead. "They are turning friends into enemies. I will have to spew the blood of family." She closes her eyes for a brief second. "Father will be heartbroken."