LuigiNova

Minecraft Name - LuigiNova Character Name - Albert Glebin Are you an accepted student or teacher of Raine Academy? - Accepted as student. Are you an active student or teacher in Raine Academy? - I am an active student. I'm really only not around when I'm away on trips. Please provide a link to a picture or download of your skin. - tinypic.com/rff9zxj/8 If you are a teacher please state what subject you teach. - N/a If you are a mage pleas provide the colour of your aura. - N/a

::OOC:: MC Name: LuigiNova Did you ever have a character with magic?: I have never had a character with magic before. Are you aware of the rules of Magic: Yes I am. Skype: Already Added ^-^ (Luigi_nova) ::IC:: Name: Albert Glebin Age: 76 Gender: Male Race: Halfling What would you like to learn?: I would enjoy learning some form of Evocation, as many intrigue me, however I feel particularly drawn to Air Evocation. Which Class(es) are you enrolling for?: I am enrolling for Mage Classes to give me a chance to learn more about the ways of Air Evocation. Signed --A.G

I Tried to Add Colour / Color to make it easier to read and more presentable but It saldy was't working. OOC- -MC name*: LuigiNova -Do you have a VA, and if no are you willing to make one?*: Yes I do have a VA. I shall link if needed. -Do you promise to obey to the OOC rules?*: Yes I promise. I've read them and consider them comepletely fine and justable. -Do you have Skype? ((For communications sake))*:Yes I have Skype - Luigi_nova and TeamSpeak for other requirements IC- -RP name: 'Tamara StrongHammer' -What do you wish to join as, why?: Tamara has always had a envolvement in some devious matters, being small or little, with the time he has taken away from the center of media in Asulon, he finds himself overwhelmed with senses of revenge and crude hatred. He wishes to join as one of his old 'partners' has also attached himself to a company, Tamara wishes to do the same to feed his revenge and blood lust. -What can you bring to the Frozen Thorns, what are you skilled in?: Tamara can bring one of the strongest silver tongues around, a quick minded fellow whos strong with his hands. A experienced Hitman. -Race and Sex: Human , Northener to be exact . Male -Do you swear to follow the rules of the Frozen Thorns? Refusing to do so will amount in your death.: Tamara agrees with the rules, justifying them in his head he nods. -Do you have any previous or current loyalties?: ''I used to have a few attachments before I realised the cogs of the calstrating world, I broke these attachments and focused on my own.'' Situational RP Question ((Choose the one appropriate to the Rank you wish for.)) Rank Chosen : Haze Haze--- You are ordered to go to a certain Arethor noble and get the money he owes you for weapons by any means you deem necessary. Tamara looks follows the order, attending his small home outside of Silversilk Desert. He brings his finest smithed armour and a great sabre from the Local blacksmith. He then bathes and attempts to make himself look adequate for a Royal Ball by his standards. After preparing his look, he takes a gold chain , slinging it around his neck and heads for Arethor. Upon arrival at Arethor, he looks through the taverns and shops for the noble. Scrathing his newly combed beard he puts on a Higher Class accent and articulates all his words detaching from his natural slang as he asks a woman sitting down on the bench where he might find the Noble ''Good Morning! By chance , has thou seen the Noble adressed as Faelon?'' Tamara asks with a slighty up-turn by the edges of his mouth. The Woman replies a Adress north of Arethor past the Church to where Faelon normally strolls. Tamara replies in a kind voice ''Thank You.'' He takes long strides looking all around to find the adress on the street the woman has recommended. After a few minutes of searching he finally comes upon glimpse of the church with a bright wooden sign at the corner with the same Adress scribed perfectly in black ink. Tamara grins slightly showing a few ill-treated teeth from the side of his mouth, Tamara moves duplicating he earlier movements of long strides and a raised brow. He hears a hearty tune being whistled from a pleasant voice. Tamara turns with a Smile as he recognised Faelon, Ser Faelon. Tamara takes a few quick steps up to Faelon getting his attention. ''Faelon!'' Tamara calls even though standing no more than 5 feet away from him, to Faelon's suprise Tamara gives him a quick slap on the shoulder and announces ''Faelon! Come we have much to talk about my old friend'' , to Faelon's bemusement he follows intending on keeping polite and not ill-manored even though he has no memories of this man. Tamara leads the man to a small tavern just west of the Church ignoring Faelon's remarks to make him stop and explain he continues to tell him ''I will tell you when we are at the Tavern you jolly fool!'' . Tamara and Faelon reach the Tavern, Tamara diving in first while Faelon examines the place notcing its not exactly his cup of tea as the sign creeks in the light wind. He looks through the fogged windows seeing nothing but stillness but with the flicker of embers inside. Faelon slowly enters seeing Tamara in the far left corner, Happily waving and suggesting nicely he sits down. As Faelon sits down, wiping away some old bread crumbs of the chair he sits down trying not to touch the backrest. Tamara walks over the the Barman and requests '2 Ales' he says in a hearty excited voice, as he waits at the bar. Faelon calls to Tamara ''Im not thirsty thanks Im rather busy as well!'' , Tamara replies in a givingly tone ''It shall not take 3 Minutes!'' , Faelon turns back to table with a un-amused face staring at what seemed to be a dead flower in a cup in the centre of the table. While Faelon is distracted with the unpleasant Sorroundings, he reaches for a small vial clear liquid, and holds the top with his thumb, tipping 5 drops into his Ale before turning back to a pleasant smile and bringing the drinks to the table. Tamara goes into a deep arguement about purhasing a small boat just to take him 'from-here-to-there' and describes his passion of sailing alone, Faelon being intrested in the subject listens in but is reminded by the sound of the Church bells that he has other business to attend to, Tamara looking at the mug of Ale as he is moving to the edge of his seat and gives a friendly hand gesture asking him to drink his drink, before he could make up his mind Tamara stands from his seat, raises his mug and calls ''To Sailing'' Faelon agreeing with the subject and remoresely happy to leave stands with his mug and clashes them gently together, Tamara drinks through his hole mug, whiping some drops of ale from his beard as Faelon hesitates but eventually takes a few gulps leaving his mug half empty. Faelon finally says after hearing some strange noises from his stomach ''Thanks for the ale and everything, I would love to chat again but I must go.'' As he steps out of the seat Tamara makes one last question ''I heard you owe...possibly some money to a group called....Oh I dont know, but anyway they're a nasty group and you appear to owe them money. I could be of service?'' Faelon remains silent blinking tightly while clutching his stomach, Tamara continues ''Well maybe you could hand me the money and I could pay them on your behalf? Its the least I could do for your kindness of the chat?'' Faelon thinks to himself, while bending over, his face tightens as he looks up in despair, ''Oh..Your one of th- Look you've got it all wrong i've already payed the money'' Faelon crouches his way to the door still clutching his stomach while groaning ''G-Guards!'' he grabs a chair on his way out to support him while Tamara approaches deviously grinning as he reforms himself with his natural accent ''Mate, I dont think yer 'ave been payin' the money'' , Faelon looks away from the Tamara in great pain, screwing up his face from it and calls again ''G-Gu-'' Faelon collapsed to the ground breaking the leg of the chair he was leaning on as Tamara, walks up slowly and investigates his body taking from him a large leather bag with the shapes of lines from coins bulging out of it. He opens the bag and pulls two coins, firmly placing them on the counter, as the Barman without emotion slides his hands over them and places them in his pocket with a nod. Tamara walks out with a great grin, rolling over Faelon's body to the side as he leaves. Before taking the a horse back to the Cloud Sanctuary he sees a large group of Guards and another Noble rush towards the alley he took Faelon to, he smirks as his whip the riens of this horse and plumits into the winter Fog that enloses Arethor.. Thanks for reading!