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IMPERIAL CITIZENSHIP FORM Name ((OOC Name)): Adeon ((Wolfsmund)) Surname/House: Venta Date of Birth ((Example: 11th of Sun’s Smile, 1520)): Unknown Gender: Male Race: Human Citizenship Class (A or B): B Physical Description Height: 5'11 Weight: 90kgs Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: White Skin Color/Shade: White Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: Ouroboros brand on palm of left hand, scars on face and body. 48th brigade unit tattoo on right shoulder. Personal Information Home Address (Leave blank if unknown): 7 Alba street Region of Residence (Leave blank if unknown): Common district of Johannesburg Profession/Occupation: Marked Man Have you paid your processing fee (CLASS A CITIZENS ONLY!): ((Please provide a screenshot of the payment.)) Oath(s) of Loyalty For all classes of Citizenship (fill your name in the blanks): "I, Adeon, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Orenian Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred should I violate the law." CLASS A CITIZENS ONLY ((OOC OATH)): "I, Wolfsmund, hereby acknowledge and give my consent to the OOC rule that should my character be found guilty of High Treason within the Empire, the Emperor personally (and only the Emperor) has the right to execute permanently my character. I accept this condition and make it entirely upon my free will."

"if it aint white it aint right" -leader of the snowman sam clan

really forced me to contemplate

"What did they mean by this?" wonders Garrett.

inspiration is not plagiarizing. the lore was very clearly written by two players - Esterlen and Mth_dew. they might have been inspired by the works of the Witcher, and may have even taken many similarities, however to call 'plagiarized' is completely erroneous. striga lore is very clearly influenced by a variety of other mediums, but 'plagiarized' is not the right word to describe this. Inspiration from other mediums is good - it makes our RP world all the more diverse and interesting.

Entweser signs the charter.

Albert Entweser signs the paper.

Albert Entweser salutes.

Out-Of-Character Information What’s the name of the Minecraft account you're applying for?: Entweser What's your MAIN Minecraft Account name?: Gwynnbleidd Do you agree to follow the rules on your new account?: Yes Do you understand you can not be on both of these accounts at once?: Yes Do you understand that if one account is banned, so will the other(s)?: Yes How long have you been on LoTC?: like half a decade. How many accounts do you currently have whitelisted?: 1 In-Character Information Now you actually make your character - be creative but stay reasonable! Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up with a character that you actually want to play. Character’s name: Albert Entweser Character’s gender: Male Character’s race: Human Character’s age: 20 Biography (Please make it a decent two paragraphs long. Remember to add server lore, and events that happened to your character so that they don’t contradict history.): Albert was born in the years preceding the fall of Athera. His father owned a farm on rich soil which allowed the Entweser family to live relatively comfortably. Albert's worldview was largely shaped by his older brother, Arthur, who wrote a book on racial science as well as the origin of the heartlander race, leading Albert to adopt a very pro-heartlander attitude. During the fall of Athera, Albert was seperated from his family and left with Arthur who used his status as a scholar to get onto a ship. It was during the long months at sea that Albert witnessed what he perceived as savagery by non-humans and non-heartlanders which furthered his extremist worldview. Not only the non-human mannerisms disgusted Albert but also what he perceived as the degeneracy of his own people.This disgust was largely catalyzed by a fight with a southeron which resulted in the loss of his right eye. Since arriving in Vailor, Albert settled in Dour Watch with his brother, occasionally serving in the local militia during the civil war when he wasn't running small jobs for money. Personality Traits: +Zealous +Loyal +Optimistic -Impulsive -Sneaky -Prejudiced -Unfriendly Ambitions: -To unite the heartlander people under one banner. -To remove non-heartlander influence in heartlander society. Strengths/Talents: -Skill in arms such as crossbows and longswords. -Physically fit. Weaknesses/Inabilities: -Forgetful. -Holds grudges. -Impulsive. -Unfriendly. -Prejudiced. Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): Albert stands at 5'7, he weighs 175 pounds and has light brown hair with green eyes. He has a slight stubble which he normally keeps cleanly shaven. A small scar can be found over his right eyebrow which was a result of hitting his head on a table when he was very young. He wears an eyepatch to cover his right eyelid which was left horribly scarred after a fight with a southeron. Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guide here): http://prntscr.com/8ldq8a

A handful of rugged looking men gallop out out of Kaer Aardwen on horses, their brown and black cloaks drifting behind them like capes. Strapped to their saddles are swords and rather large trophy hooks...

Rule XVIII

Was getting caught part of your plan?

18th of the Great Harvest, 1519 The forests south of Dour Watch were eerily quiet despite the light patter of thin rain on the cloaks of three Marked Men. They quietly and swiftly made their way through the woods, hungry for some coin after a long stretch without contract, which had given them time to train rigorously and develop a craving for action. An alarmed screech suddenly broke the rainy ambience, causing several birds to fly from their nests and disappear into the rainy air. The men all instinctively ducked low and began to fan out, drawing their swords with quiet, wet hisses. They shot each other knowing glances as they began to look for the source of the noise. Bushes rustled around them and branches waved about, the beast was stalking them. It was quick. Suddenly the men heard a hiss behind them as a blur darted past their peripherals, disappearing into some other bushes. It rose onto its hind legs and stared at one of the men, its amber eyes burning through the leaves like torches. He noticed this and muttered a single word. “Move.” The two men, both at once, twisted from their positions and found new, more hidden ones as the man who had been targeted by the beast began to back up into a small clearing, lowering his sword as he prepared to throw himself out of the beast’s path should it come. His suspicion was correct. The monster, its head like that of a demented bird, thrust itself forwards at incredible speed, its long, lizard-like tail whipping around behind it. The man with ashen-hair threw himself to the right and rolled before jumping to his feet again with the momentum of such a move, another man with a scar running down his cheek kept his back pinned to a tree, out of the monster’s view as it skidded to a halt, the sack beneath its beak lay swaying and exposed, the man behind the tree seized this opportunity, turning out of cover and hurling an aurum hatchet at the sack, causing it to be cut wide open. Smog spilled out and the beast let a blood curdling shriek escape its beak. The man who had dived to the right wrapped his left gauntlet around the middle of his sword and held the hilt with his other. He lunged forwards and pierced the beast’s thigh. It responded by batting its wing, which he cleaved through as he wrenched the weapon free before stumbling back from the winds the wings generated. The man with the scar jabbed at the beast’s back before it whipped him out of the way with its tail, sending him crashing through a bush with a grunt. The beast fixed its eyes on the ashen-haired man who had stumbled back and charged again, its beak poised to peck. The man side-stepped and twisted, swinging at the beast and missing as it darted straight passed him and into a tree. He backed up and glanced to the third man, who had remained behind cover thus far. “Behind.” The third man jogged around the treeline, weaving between trees and ducking beneath branches before he managed to sneak up on the monster and thrust his sword into its rear. The beast suddenly slouched and fell to the floor, weakly craning its neck to look at the two men before it. The scarred man moved around to the being’s side, raising his sword in preparation to strike on his comrade’s word. The ashen-haired man pulled a bit of raw meat from a hook hanging from his belt, tossing it over at the beast. The men allowed it to eat its last meal before one of them approached it and layed a comforting hand on its upper beak, stroking its feathers before a hoarse voice broke the silence. “Now.” A sword was thrust into the beast’s side, piercing its heart. It blinked up at the man who was patting it before its eyes went blank and it stopped its strained breathing. The head was cut from the rest of the body, which was torched straight after. The three men wandered back in the direction which they came, one carrying the beast's head in his hand as the youngest of the men peered back into the forest, a grim frown on his face.

Adeon of Rhoswen stares out at the smokey water from a nearby hill, a grim look on his face as he observes the chaos. He shakes his head before leading his horse back down the slope. "Just wonderful."