Agith

*looks to the bird which drops a newspaper to his feet, he smiles as he leans forth, picking it up and swiftly scanning through it* "Rather old news, Sil. Though news most certainly well written and received." he says.

I've had prior characters who fit roles as mediocres... Though with cases of people who rp their characters from childhood and up? I believe that they may be more prone to radical change. Take my current character, Cir'dian. He is crippled in his right leg. He has post traumatic stress disorder which takes the form of occasional aggression or hasty acts, and yet he is also the son of Salamandra. Cir being that man's song led him to the path of magic, it wasn't by my ooc choice, yet by roleplay. The roleplay of this world completely controlled how my character is today. Even people who played as mediocres played a massive role in his developement. It is completely right in saying that everyone has an affect on others. That is how it should be. Events make a character after all. though pertaining to the statement of too many 'Hero' wannabes? Well, that is expected with any roleplay server. Balancing is key with any character however, and I agree with that regard. A warrior is not going to be a great mage, or vice versa. Though while there are a lot of people who want glory rply, there are alot of great passive roleplayers who simply like passive, tailors, general shop owners, scribes. Toveah was a good example of a coward as well. Moving onto people who like to get items. Sure I don't agree with it, but that is how bandits come about. Thieves and highway men come from a want for money. Rp incentive is just that. I am saying that I agree with this post, roleplay is a balancing act. And a damn hard one to keep balanced. Those players who want to be perfect are new typically, and given the right direction they will fit into a niche.

*Cir'dian pauses, glancing briefly over the billboard with a sigh* "And the day I learn who did this, is the day they will meet a watery grave...******* slavers." he says, walking off with a grumble.

*hums merrily, stamping his own letter on the board * "See me first. Myself, Jasmine, and several others own a bookshop, we'd love to purchase the master copy and from there make copies from which can be sold. Cir'dian, of the Vaerhaven book store."

Oh lawdy...He used me as the example...OH THE SHAME

**Cir'dian steps to the board, looking it over with a smile. He slowly and very fluently writes down the name "Knox" On the board, before making his way off, humming merrily. **

MC Name: Agith Full RP Name: Cir'dian Nymphea Race: Mali Occupation: Alchemist/Mage Skype/Teamspeak (other means of communication): agithsoutline Clan/Guild (Optional): N/A How do you know Ferron? (Optional): N/A What do you wish to achive in Vaerhaven? (Optional) I wish only for a home to raise my family in, as well as perform my research in the sanctum that is Vaerhaven.

Imperial Citizenship Form 1.0.0 Name: Cir'dian Surname/House: Nymphea Age: 30 Gender: Male Race: Elf Citizen Ship Class (A or B): B Physical Description Height: 6'9'' Weight: 176 lbs Eye Color: Dark Blue Hair Color: Light brown Skin Color/Shade: Pale White Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: Variety of scars spanning back and chest from puncture to slashes to minor burns which run up the back of the neck, scars on wrists as a result of shackles. Personal Information Home Address (Leave blank if unknown): Nation of Residence (Choose one: Renatus, Salvus, Hanseti, Seventis): Salvus Profession/Occupation: Alchemist, Scholar, Scribe. Oath(s) of Loyalty For all classes of Citizenship (fill your name in the blanks): "I, Cir'dian Nymphea, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Oren 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."

Dragons? Pfah! Turtles are where it's at 8/10

**Cir'dian sighs, wrapping up his writing as he steps to the tables of the high council, placing his application in the corresponding area, he looks it over a final time, before nodding faintly, and taking his leave of the meeting hall. ** **The handwriting appears to be rather nice, bearing a flowing form to it, it is written in ink, though no blotches appear present on the paper** Choice 1: Head Scribe Choice 2 (if applicable): N/A Choice 3 (if applicable): N/A ((MC name)): Agith (RP) Name: Cir'dian Race: Mali'ame/Mali'aheral Age: 20 (( Began roleplaying the character at age 6. )) Gender: Male Do you have a family, if so how many members will be residing with you: Sen Flormai (Gwonam_Blaze) ((Please state your time zone)): Eastern time zone ((Please state your average playing time)): I play pretty frequently, usually a few hours a day, though there are times I am busy. ((Please state why we can trust you with this job)): I've been with the server for a rather extensive period of time, without one valid ban report or strike report placed upon me. Throughout my time with the server, I have tried to be helpful and kind, while still being fun. Before I left them, I was one of the original app team members, and was regarded amont them as strict, but well doing. ((Do you use skype?)): I do, and when asked, I will provide my skype name. ((How long have you been on the server?)): 19 months ((Why, as a payer, do you wish to join the lower council?)): I want to help out with the elven community. From a roleplay standpoint, my character would like to assist with the nation, with the hopes that it may prosper. And that the roleplay will remain of a good standard What nation do you reside in, if any: I reside with the Elven nation. Do you hold any allegiances to other nations and or organizations/guilds? If so state them, and their nature: I work amongst several alchemists primarily within the dwarven nation, though I bear no allegiance to any other nation. Our goal is primarily the advancement of medicines, and the study as a whole. Do you have any work experience, if so where and what: I was high council member of the association of robed librarians, in charge of recording social and cultural history of all the races. I am as such, very capable with regards to working through texts, as well as writing and documentation. Do you have a criminal record, if so state your offenses: No I do not bear a single mark on my record. Why do you feel you are suited for Job Choice 1: This is my ideal position for the current time being. I bear skills obtained through education, as well as the time spent working the Tuuva library, through the skills honed in my time as a librarian, There is no position that would be matched to the skills obtained from work with the association of robed librarians. Given time, I hope to help work the system to streamline the processes expected to be made by the Head Scribe. Through coordination with other council members, I hope to assist in the maintaining of this nation. It is with no apprehension that, should I procure this position, I will be fully capable of fulfilling the necessities of the nation with regards to information and the formalities of our system. One could supppose that the qualities obtained through my studies on magic could be put towards the position. Focus and patience are a product of my studies. I bear some knowledge with regards to the elven language, though it is still something I am working at, though with a bit more effort put forth, I've no doubt that I could succeed in become fluent with the language. If applicable, why do you feel you are suitable for Job Choice 2: N/A If applicable, why do you feel you are suitable for Job Choice 3: N/A State any comment that you think may aid you in this application here: I've little more to state, with the exception of a simple albeit genuine thank-you for your time and consideration.

(( Very well written my friend, you got a few good laughs out of me. Blundermore, have fun in the custard dimension, bring me back a boston creme. ))

THank-you for sharing! I tend to think in a similar manner to the things you described, and more often than not it is more fun to roleplay a as a result .I would recommend this guide to everyone.

<p>Love you for this, though we also have to realise not everyone can be fat enough to be that big! hard times make for skinny people, which makes for overall less strong people, making those who do have the available nutrients can be stronger.</p>

Cir'dian giggles, looking to a second note posted on the Malinor notice board, he shakes his head. He looks to his staff standing 7'3'', varnished green, bearing unnatural bumps resembling vines. Cir'dian looks up to the onyx colored dragon head on his staff, glinting red in the torch light above. He lifts the staff up with suprising ease, dipping the head into the flames of the torch, smiling as the head ignites into an intense flame, before stepping back, gently pressing the head against the note, watching it go up in flames. Cir'dian then turns, making his way away.

Young Cir'dian tilts his head, adjusting his hold on the pup in hand as he spies a new gravestone on the coast. He makes his way over to it, looking down to the stone as he tilts his head. He walks away, stepping to his house, and plucks a small bouqet of roses, before making his way back to the stone, and laying them down before the grave with a sigh. Cir'dian turns to his pup. "Why do the valah die?" he states simply, looking back to the grave. "I liked Mr. Walehir... He was nice. But...I suppose it was his time? He was old." Cir'dian sits down before the grave, leaning forwards and patting it with a weak smile. "Maybe Bfigyr isn't the name for you, little pup... How about - well how about we give Walehir one last respect? Would you like to be named that instead?" he says to the pup. The pup simply curls up in his lap, silent and uncaring. "Yeah... Perhaps it is...We'll ask papa." Cir'dian replies, before slowly pulling to his feet again, and wandering back to the house, the small red wolf pup trailing behind him, having to run to catch up.

The rain fell hard upon the roof above, whilst Imeal Nihm laid there, unmoving. His face hidden by a mask of bark, though a grin plastered beneath. It was there that he had chose his final place to rest; in that shack within a swamp, dust on the furniture, cobwebs on the walls. He lay beneath the covers of a musky old blanket, his clothing the color of his own crimson life. A shout heard from afar peaks the ears of the masked figure, he simply begins to laugh as he hears it "Aemond?! AEMOND?" the voice calls. It was filled with fear, with despair...But there was something odd within those screams of terror, was it...hope? There was muffling behind the door, perhaps the owner of that hope was just beyond the confines of this shack? Or perhaps it was merely his head as the life was continually drained from him. The door cracked, a crash filing the room as it buckled, and then, there were two. A blue haired man, and a silver eyed woman. Both rather young in age but bearing such looks of stress far beyond their years. "Imeall? Imeall Nihm?" The blue hair man cried out as he surveyed the surroundings. The masked figure simply reeled back in laughter, his mask half shattered away, with an injury taking out his eye beneath. It was now that the two could hear a small...Squishing noise from beneath the covers, though it was not the blue haired man who removed them, yet the silver eyed girl that some could recognize as the young Isabella Elendil. She choked as she gazed upon the severity of what she found below. Beneath those covers, wasn't a little patch of rainbows and an "I love you sign" No, that would be far to unreal in comparison to reality. Beneath the covers was a large hole, in Imeal's left abdomen, going clean through. It was here that one may have found the squishing of maggots deep within the wound. Isabella had not needed to remove the mask of the man any further to recognize his face. Fore she knew him as Aemond Ilith'iari, the man she grew up with, and the man who she had hoped to live out the duration of her life with. Her eyes welled up as he simply stared at her, an unnatural grin of his face. Isabella reached up, tearing the mask. She found herself hissed at. "...Hold him down....We...We can treat him!" the young Adunian said, her voice cracking as she surveyed the extent of Aemond's injuries. "Imeal...This is for your own good friend" Said the blue haired man who perhaps, one could recognise as the man known as Meta El Solaray, or Meta for short. He moved to push down Aemond's fore arms as Isabella retrieved several affects from her bag, a syringe, and a small bottle of red fluid. Aemond sneered at Meta as he moved to do so, lifting his hand up, a dagger found within his clutch. He sent the blade to penetrate into Meta's torso, uncaring of where it went. Meta shifted to the left, the arm of Aemond now locked between his bicep and his ribcage, he craned his body to the right, forcing the weakened Aemond to drop the blade. Isabella's arms dropped as she finished surveying his wounds, her face growing pale. "There's...Not anything I can do to treat him...Nothing at...All." she squeaked. It was then that Isabella moved closer to Aemond, looking into his amethyst eye as she spoke though, in a language not her own, yet of ancient Adunian. "I love you. I have always loved you. I will always love you. That will never change. " Aemond simply snickered in response "He's not Aemond anymore, Isabella...His mind has spliced with that of his persona, Imeal Nihm." stated Meta through a cracking voice. "What will I do without you now, Aemond? Who's gonna keep me strong and steady so I don't break? You will always be my everything. " Isabella continues, ignoring Meta before placing her hand against Aemond's cheek. He would smile weakly, a familiar glint in his eye as he leans forwards, pressing his lips against hers. "You've...Always been my one and only, Isabella Elendil." It was then that the two found themselves speaking in unison, their voices weak and wrought with sorrow. "I will always be your soulmate, I love you." "Now go to sleep and wait for me....You will not wait long, my love." Isabella says, her voice a mere whimper as she breaks down, before pulling away from the bed and beginning to hyperventilate. "...Meta?" Aemond says, turning to face the blue haired man. "...I believe....A warriars death....Is a possibility?" Meta would simply nods, struggling to keep his voice togeher " I would be honored..." The rest I will simply provide pictures for, since all of this was roleplayed out, including above. The battle. It's been a pleasure roleplaying with all the people who played a part in Aemond's life, thank-you for all the good roleplay provided for him.

I am going to miss you Native, but I agree that life does indeed come first. Get yourself squared away, you'll be missed, but you'll always be a welcomed sight should you drop by, thank-you for your help with the server over the years.

I'd love to play as a normal high elf...Buut~ Not only are the Ilith'iari to my knowledge banned from Heal'unor ( Well, since before Hael'unor ) But my character was raised an oren high elf... Still! Great guide :)

Aemond would rush by the board, tome in hand as he continues to write in it, he pauses. Aemond approaches the board, looking to it, reading it's contents before locking his eyes on the pleas of Hanrahan. He lifts up his hand from writing in the tome, swiftly writing his name onto one of the lines in the ornate writing of a well trained scribe. "Aemond Ilith'iari" Brings his quill back to the tome. He returns to his writing, turning around and making his way away from the board, rushing to the court to attend the latest court session.

Name [Rp&OOC]: Aemond Ilith'iari (Agith) Race: High elf Age: 125 Nation: Currently affiliated with oren, bears no true nation. Your reason for joining: Vardak linked me the lore and it caught my interest. So I figure that if the roleplay is good ( Which I bet it is!) that I should give it a try! What is your profession?: Aemond is an assassin by trade, though he is skilled in acrobatics, and hunting as well. Though the clan lore states it is not a cult, you do realize that this is a cult though, yes? [You will need a VA for 3 should you join in the cult part]: I do realise that it is a cult, and have all the requirements to meet it. Do you have a VA? If so, please link it. [if you don’t, N/A]: I do. http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/75018-agiths-va-for-aemond-1-44/page__p__616162#entry616162 If you don’t have one, are you willing to write one in order to join?: This doesn't apply to me. Please link me your skin: I use several skins, I will forward them to you via skype if you like. Any thing else you would like to say?: Thanks for your time aand~ Kudos on the writing, it supersedes the usual **** I read.