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Cossair

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  1. MC Name: Cossair

    Age: 22

    IC Name: Callas Cossair

    IC Age: 34

    IC Race: Human Northener

    Previous jobs: Farmhand, soldier, innkeep - whatever I get me' hands on most o' ta' time. A watering hole in tha' city would certainly be a busier spot than I been managing before, but as long as they're after drink and merriment - Aye, I'll run ye' tavern - *he smiles toothily, setting down his drink.*

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    MC Name: visualjaw
     
    Character Name: Hjerim Vhark
     
    I want my character to be turned into a Dread Knight (Y/N): Yes, but I'm happy to settle for a cultist for a while.
     
    I want to become a part of your group because: In search of new experiences and different types of RP after a number of years on the server, this anatgonist faction is something I'd love to be a part of to truly strike fear into the hearts of players.
     
    What can I bring to this group? I am a very experienced RP'er and back in ol' Aegis I roleplayed frequently with the Undead faction, a similarly evil group. I believe I can truly make the Dissenters of Blood a name to make every man shake in his boots.
     
    Can you play nice, and be willing to sit down with someone and explain something politely and cooperatively if something goes wrong, or someone is confused? I can, otherwise I probably wouldn't have lasted so long here. 
     
    Time zone: GMT + 0
  3. *A dark-haired man in a green tabard bearing a white tree on the front approaches the the throne. He kneels.*

    I, Lord Morgan of House Marsh, wish to propose a more full labeling system of Salvus, similar to the counties of the other Holy Oren Empire lands. Especially as my family and I wish to claim some land around our growing settlement.

  4. * A man in greyed, scratched armour clanks in. A torn shield and a split sword hang at his waist. As he limps toward the throne, he removes his helm and kneels before the king wearily. *

    Your Grace, I have returned. When you sent me out to earn my knightship in the far-lands all those years before, I had my doubt about ever seeing the throne again,. My bannermen, few as they were, have mostly perished from hunger and disease. My squire remains in Glenwood after contracting the plague, and only I, Venard Bayon a Knight of the King, has made it back here to report once more to you.

    * Venard lifts his head and looks at the king for the first time. He seems perplexed. *

    You are not the King who sits that throne, you are not . . .Enor?

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