Jarkarll

How do you know that? lol. I haven't played my orc in ages. It's a possibility, during my time as an orc there were some non-orcs that were accepted as orcs. You're best shot is to make up a patron yourself.

Damn those blasted White Roses! Evil cretins! And a whole 5% bigoted! Tear them limb from limb I say!

Change the '@@@' into your answer(s) (You may remove this when posting) [color=#40e0d0]Do you know the applicant IC/OOC? - Yes, I know the applicant both OOC and IC. [color=#40e0d0]Do you think the applicant will abide by the VA rules? Yes, I believe the applicant will follow the VA rules accordingly. [color=#40e0d0]How is the applicant IC/OOC? Are they prone to rage if something does not go in their favor. Would this affect how they RP their character? I've never seen Havenok handle IC events in an incorrect manner and OOCly he stays calm and mature during any circumstance. [color=#40e0d0]Does the applicant break character and bring OOC into RP. (aside from the times one may need to use OOC to describe an action)- The applicant only brings OOC into rp for the reasons stated in the question. [color=#40e0d0]Does the applicant troll? If so how much, and would it affect the way they RP if they come across someone they dislike. The applicant takes RP very seriously and trolling would not be an issue. [color=#40e0d0]Would the applicant willingly put himself into a situation they would not come out as the winner. Yes, the applicant would, as long as it makes rp sense. [color=#40e0d0]Is the applicant's RP generally fun for everyone, not just for themself/friends. Very much so! [color=#40e0d0]Are the evils chosen for the character relevant to the character. If not which do you think they need / don't need. They are indeed. [color=#40e0d0]Please provide a screenshot(or multiple) of an RP session with the applicant in question. [/color] N/A

IS IT TEMPLARS!?

Sipping silently from the goblet he watched the proceeding events with tacit disappointment, Artorus's words resounding within his head. Those same words were all too familiar to him, the same words of the man who had forsaken the Rose. Evidently the same fallacy of corruption once uttered by a man Bran respected had been spread to ignorant men. With a stiff cough and a hitch of the body he slid the mostly empty goblet across a table, turning to face the others. "Excuse me, there's something ah need to attend to." Feeling compelled to explain himself he turned to face Rose with a concerned expression. "I'll just be a minute, no more, dear." Promptly afterward he turns about, taking even strides as he maneuvers between the haphazardly organized groups. Having left the Keep the cold winds berated his formal wear, the chilling wind nipped at his visage. Ascending the steps to the guard room he peered over the battlements, seeing the faint figure of Artorus and lady. Snow began to fall from the heavens, dancing aimlessly with the wind. Scowling as a snowflake melted on his shoulder he continued his ascent. Finally inside the guard room and addressing Temp, whispering vehemently. "Don't allow those two in, and if they come with an entourage, force them out." Temp gave him a silent nod, not glancing his way. With an exaggerated toss of the frill of his coat he descended the steps and re-entered the keep. Smothering his beard the frost shook off, falling to his coat, which was now damp. "I hope ah didn't take too long." he smiled coyly and scratched the back of his head in an anxious way.

A smile slowly encroached on Bran’s face as Hadrien placed his hand on his shoulder, raising his own to greet him. “Hadrien! Ye made it! The festivities are going well, I’m just not...” looking down to the glass as the wine swishes to and fro he frowns, “... much of a man for wine. It’s a little bitter, though ah- ahem- I’m glad you made it.” A servant aimlessly walking in between the groups approaches the clique; Bran swiftly places the glass on the silver platter as he passes, turning around again to speak he blinks, “Hadr-.” stopping mid sentence and watching Hadrien being ushered away by Thomas, shrugging there after he quarter turns to greet the newest additions to the clique. Some time later as Thomas approaches the group once again, Bran smiles and gestures toward Rose. “Perhaps the two of ye can be introduced properly, ja?

Bran's gaze was transfixed on Jullius as he stormed off, blinking and turning to Rose and Chrestienne whom are standing beside himself. "What's the matter with him?" He takes another sip from the glass, frowning at the pungent taste of the wine, quickly wiping his mustache. Soon after hearing the decree of Hadrien's arrival his expression sours, raising his head and searching where Hadrien might be amongst the crowd.

Bran for the most part was oblivious to the conversation Rose and Chrestienne were having, instead he gazed aimlessly at the crowd, pondering over the patter coming from every group. Murmuring under his breath with a final remark he turned his attention to Chrestienne as she spoke to Rose, only hearing the end of her sentence. Arching a brow inquisitively as Chrestienne whispers to Jullius, and tilting his head forward before his curious expression fades into a smile. “Why o’course Rose will be on her finest behaviour.” he relaxes his posture and squeezes Rose’s hand absent mindedly. “Though I’m not really sure why ye’d need to remind her.” He chuckles as he looks about again before nodding in a friendly way to Chrestienne and Jullius, “The party is going well, ja?” A servant trudging through the various groups offering wine and ale eventually reaches Bran and company. Taking a glass from the silver platter he gestures his head to the glasses. “Cheers.”

Bitr Jotunn, the Gypsy Vanner, trotted along the path. Its hooves softly clonked against the stone with every step it took. His head was held high while it continued its ever elegant trot to its destination, the Chivay party. Its normally freely worn silver hair was tousled under the decorative garb it was adorned with. Fine engraved white roses ran all along the attire, interlacing with the golden trim, all on a field of crimson thread. Bitr looked as elegant as his riders and he meant to match their regality. Bran ran the smooth of his palm along Bitr’s great neck. He had personally assured Bitr would look just as elegant as he aimed to appear. With the full purpose of arriving to the party dressed for the occasion. Though it wasn’t frugal the thought of appearing as extravagant as the others was a goal he wasn’t about to forsake. Grinning to himself he clicked the stirrup of his saddle against the horse’s ribcage. Hunching forward as he swelled from the swift movement, his coat tousled by the wind. The suit he wore beneath was much alike to the one he wore at Julius's wedding, this one however was burgundy and the buttons brown instead of golden, but the trim was all the same, golden. Bran looked down briefly, smiling at the sight of Rose's hands intertwined over his belly, her arms wrapped around his waist as she rides with him. She wears an ornate red dress, the bottom carefully tucked underneath her so as not to blow up as the horse sped to their destination. Like Bran's suit, the dress was trimmed with gold. Upon her wrist was a corsage given to her by Bran himself, a golden wire holding together the collection of small flowers and a larger, more elegant white rose. Her hair was up and out of her face, going no farther down than her neck, very much unlike the usual way she kept it so both her eyes were completely unmasked by her long, black locks. Most importantly of all, from her neck hung a precious amulet given to her by her beloved, an intricate platinum knot made in the land Bran was born. The location of the Chivay Party was in sight now, in a fluid movement the horse came to a slow halt, trotting through the tunnel, the portcullis clambering alive as it rose. Glancing around with a smirk Bran released the reins of the horse, knotting it about a post near the barracks. Loosening the collar of his suit and readjusting the cuffs, he looked up and down himself, patting the rear and prattling on about correcting his attire. He gazes at Rose atop the horse, chortling to himself and aiding her off the horse. Crooking his arm as she laces her own through he remarks. “The party is jus’ up there,” gesturing toward the grandiose keep at the apex of the mountain. Finally at the top the couple proceeded inside to greet all the others.

I suggest you integrate the orcish culture again. When I had left there was no real culture, it had degraded to just PvP and having sex with every female in a 20 mile radius. While I'm on that point, Orcs should be pure. No crossbreeding, this is infact due to the degradation of the Orcish culture. Commonly an orc would look for mates that could be on par with their strength, or power. Keep in mind that feats from an orc don't always have to be "she/he killed this or killed that" there are other feats that would be so commendable they'd be considered strength. However with time it lulled to the point of simply having sex with everything "pretty" or "smooth". Keep in mind that orcs shouldn't consider curvy and cute looking to be attractive. Ugly is what's pretty to orcs, and being strong is simply an addendum to attraction. Honor is a huge part as well, but everyone else has already stated this before me.

( lol more than half of those people aren't roses.)