Thork Halblood

*begins writing a note to attach to the bottom of one of the posters. The note reads -
"These drawings are so amazing. Whoever drew them must be a handsome fellow and the mightiest of all warriors. But in all seriousness, we did well creating this my broder. - Jakkar Ragnarsson Audrek"*

((MMMM, #finethread))

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*Upon seeing the letter Thork sits on the floor, pulling out a quill, ink and a scrap of paper and begins writing a message*

It would be wise to not insult us, stranger however I, Hand of the Black Hand am willing to meet with you, should you actually offer anything worth my time. I am a reasonable man who keeps to his word, I expect the same of those I meet with in good faith. Do not waste this opportunity as many would kill for it. *marks down a location for which a bird should be sent to*

- TH, Hand of the Black Hand.

((PM me on the forums to arrange the details - Thork))

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*a bird lands next to Jarold, his letter of acceptance returned to him in pristine condition however a black hand of approval has been stamped across it. A single name 'Mithius' has been written in red ink within the hand.*

((Accepted, message Jonhan2 in game or PM him on the forums))

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*Thork writes a letter of acceptance and gives it to a trusted member to send*

((Accepted, jonhan2 will be handling your induction. Welcome to the Hand))

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*Thork places the letter of application into a drawer so that he may think it over*

((PENDING application. Get an ACCEPTED VA and reapply/pm me and i'll see about getting you an IG meeting.))

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*Thork begins writing a letter of acceptance to be sent off upon it's completion*

((ACCEPTED. Welcome home, Silent))

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*Thork reads the letter, grinning at the mans dedication. After finishing the letter, Thork writes a letter of acceptance and sends it off*

((Welcome to the Hand, Vestion))

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*Tosses the application in the bin whilst saying "Better luck next time.."*

((Denied. You MAY reapply once you have an accepted VA. Good Luck!))

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*Thorks sends a letter of acceptance to Nessa*

((Accepted, Welcome to the Hand dadmat2))

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((Accepted. Welcome to the Hand))

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*Begins writing a reply

"Vestion, you are being CONSIDERED for a position in our ranks. I'll send another letter containing a location of where we shall meet and discuss the possibility of you joining. - Hand of the Black Hand*

((PENDING Application. 

Ill PM you ingame giving you a location of where to meet me. Throughout the meeting I will be assessing you to see if you will be a good fit for the BH. This is due to your current lack of a VA. Thankyou for applying and i'll be speaking to you soon.))

Please sir, take all my +1's.

Genuinely nice person, helpful and has proved himself to be a hard worker both in and out of character.

Did I mention that he deserves all +1's?

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*Thork reads the new applicants note and begins writing his letter of acceptance. Upon it's completion, Thork sends out the letter to the applicant.*

((Accepted. Welcome to the Hand, Beast720 (And I swear I've heard of you somewhere before..?)))

 

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*Thork looks at Jak's application once more before setting it alight as he had already been inducted into the Black Hand*

((Accepted.Welcome back, Jakbenimble))

 

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*Thork looks across the applicants information, cracking a smile upon seeing that he is a Dark Elf*

*A crimson red letter is sent from Thork to the applicant, stating that they are accepted and containing the key and co-ordinates for the base.*

((Jon Bloodaxe, Welcome to the Hand.))

*Thork places posters around various places throughout the realm*

*The Poster reads -

Hello stranger,

Do YOU yearn for Power, Authority, Respect & Kinship?

The Black Hand can grant you all of the above and much more, through the intense and rich training regimes that have been perfected through years of practice dedication.

Merely sign your name at the bottom of this poster and, you stand a chance of being recruited by the Black Hand, a powerful Guild that has stood the test of time with it originating from Aegis.

Your fate is in YOUR hands. Do you wish to remain a powerless whelp? No? Apply NOW.

- ________, Hand of the Black Hand.

*there is a large space at the bottom of the poster with clear lines where to sign your name*

*Thork sees another new addition to the list. He reads through the applicants details. "I shall give him a chance" thought Thork and he then proceeded to write a letter of acceptance.*

*A beautiful crimson envelope falls from the sky and lands infront of you and as you look up you see a black raven souring off into the distance. The back of the envelope is sealed with a Black wax Handprint. Inside the envelope is a note addressed to 'Tibs' containing a short congratulations and some co-ordinates. Attached to the note is a small, ornate ebony key.*

(( Welcome to the Hand, JackABeano ))

*Seeing that there are new names listed, Thork prepares two letters, making them identical to the one he himself received.

"This will save the Hand some time, and kill some of mine" thought Thork as he wrote the letters.

At the bottom of the letter Thork writes "You are being recognized by the Hand, but do not think that you are yet fully one of us. You must be introduced to the Hand and then await his verdict. Travel to the aforementioned co-ordinates ((will be told on Skype)) and you shall be dealt with accordingly.

-Thork, Elder Kinsman of the First Hand.*

((You are accepted, Nworb Mas and Rale however Bloodnight has the final say over your entry so please bare that in mind.))

OOC:

MCname: MrJakKiD

Skype Name: Already told in a PM

Villian Application Link: http://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/83924-thork-halbloods-return-minor-va/

and evils accepted - 1a, 4a & 4b (will create a full Villain application in the future)

Timezone: GMT - England

IC 

Race: Dark Elf

Name: Thork Halblood

Age: 223 (he gave up counting some years ago)

Gender: Male

A brief description of yourself: Thork is a highly secretive, manipulative and crafty creature. He enjoys twisting words and sewing chaos for his own enjoyment or for the opportunities chaos creates. He is not afraid to do whatever it takes to get something done, weather it be for his own personal gain or for those who he deems worthy of his time and effort. He has no real goals in his deeds and just 'goes with the flow' and enjoys the journey that his actions take him on.

Magic possession?: No

yes or no

Thork gave a slight grin, remembering back to the Golden Age of the hand. "This will be interesting" he thought as he turned and walked away.

<3

Yes, It seems to do that when I post sometimes, so I apologize. It's all fixed and should be readable now.

MC Username: MrJakKiD

Rp Username: (be sure to include the correct prefix, look up on info thread) So’Zauthuurza

Character Skillset: Zau uses his strength to overpower his ‘prey’. He is nothing out of the ordinary when wielding his favoured weapon, an axe, however what he lacks in Axe Mastery he makes up for in Unarmed combat, his strength ensuring that he becomes a formidable foe without the use of weapons. As well as his physical strength Zau is extremely headstrong, which proves to be one of his greatest strengths and weaknesses.

Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender): Zau is a tall Tigrasi male, which reflects throughout his muscular body as his features are slightly elongated, but not freakishly so. Zau also keeps himself extremely clean as he believes the ability to gain a Metz’al lies with his appearance and social ranking. Zau also feels his appearance is important to progressing in society, as a filthy beggar would have no chance of becoming nobility. Zau also has bright blue eyes which he feels reflects his true nature, to do good for his people.

Personality: Zau is overly headstrong, trying to prove himself right in every situation he finds himself in which, can be just as much of a curse than a blessing. Because this is such a rarely appreciated trait Zau is more feared than revered as his inability to back down tends to scare off others. Zau is also extremely emotionally driven, taking every criticism to heart. His inability to control or repress his emotions often leads him to trouble, betraying those of good will to follow his own longing to fulfill his lustful desires.

Please include a short bio of your character's life: Zau didn’t have an unordinary start to his life, raised by his two parents.. As a kitten Zau loved being in the company of others, always out playing with the other kittens. He continued to have an extremely happy, fulfilling life up until the day he turned 15.

His birthday started well, he received a small ceremonial dagger from his father. The dagger was given to Zau’s father on his 15th birthday and then his father before him. Zau promised his father that he would kill his future prey with this blade and keep the family tradition of doing so. Zau’s 15th birthday had been his best yet, until the clock rang out, signalling that the sixteenth hour had arrived. Seconds later there was a loud knocking on the door of Zau’s house. Zau’s father went to the front door, slowly opening it. Upon peering through the opening in the door, Zau’s father quickly slammed it and began running towards the rear entrance to the house. However, as Zau’s father did so the front door was barged open. Two huge Tigrasi leapt through the house, landing on top of Zou’s father, pinning him down. Zou was shocked at the sudden intrusion, his dagger slipping from his hand to the ground. “Yuh ahre unda’ aresst forr tha’ murda’ of ah hholy Osscelot!” boomed one of the Tigrasi as they hauled Zau’s father off down the street. That was the last time Zau saw his father, apart from the lock of fur and one of his canine teeth that came with the notice of his execution.With the notice of his death also came the reasoning. Zou’s father had killed an Ocelot, skinned it for it’s pelt and sold it to an ‘ape’. Zou couldn’t believe what his father had done and the whole situation caused Zau to become withdrew from the world as he felt everyone judged him from his father's crimes.

After the death of his father Zou’s mother became strange, as if she was a mere shattered version of her former self. Zou became slightly depressed at his mothers state, and could bare it no more. He decided he would leave home and follow a childhood dream, of becoming a renown hunter. The only trinkets that he took with him were his families dagger and his fathers tooth chained around his neck with the lock of hair, also belonging to his father covering the small holes where the chain entered the tooth. Armed with the hungering of greatness, Zou set out into the world to try and prove himself to his own kin by hunting the greatest beasts and apes that reside in Asulon, all whilst trying to regain his families once good name... This is where the tale of Zauthuurza begins.

Character's ambitions: To restore his family’s honour, hunt the greatest prey in asulon and become a respected member of the Kha’ community.

1.

As you travel through the Karakatuan jungle, you spot a human trespassing on your nation's lands. He approaches you, obviously distressed, and asks for any food, water, or shelter that you can provide, then tells you that he has been lost in the area for days without any proper supplies. How do you react?:

“P..Please, Help me!” croaked the human, clearly suffering from malnutrition and dehydration. Zau gave a loud chuckle at the weak human requiring his help. “Yuh wun’ ma’ help, ape? Hohohoho” Zau lunged forwards with both arms, letting out a huge roar, trying to get the Human to stagger back. The human let out a scream and turned, attempting to run. The human was standing a few feet away from a pit full of thick mood and in his quick attempt to escape, the human didn’t have time to successfully stop. He fell face first into the muddy pit and began wriggling around trying to get out. Zau let out a deep chuckle and continued onwards, kicking more mud toward the human as he departed.

2.

As you romp through the lands of the "apes", you come across a tavern. Inside this tavern, a Dwarf notices you and starts gawking at you, then begins to speak.

"Oi! I gots a bowl of cream for you, Kitty! Ha! I'd bet you would make a nice throw rug, wouldn't ya, ya mangy furball?!"

He continues act generally as racist as possible. What do you do?:

Zau’s ears pricked up as he turned to face the dwarf, the sudden change in light causing his eyes to turn into the slits which, ironically mirrored his mood. Zau sprinted forward, hissing violently at the Dwarf as he did so. Zau lept forward, landing on the dwarf “CALL MEE FURRBALL ONSCE MHOR!” screamed Zau. The dwarf just lay under Zau, cowering with his eyes closed. “Patheetik ape” Zau muttered as he raised his right paw into the air, his claws extending “Rememba dis, uss Kha rul’ yu apess!” Zau brought down his claws across the dwarfs face, scratching him. Zau stood up and walked out of the tavern

3.

One of your fellow Kharajyr and a close friend of yours comes to your dwelling in the middle of the night and begins to pound on your door. After you let him in, he confesses to killing another Kharajyr over a slice of cake. What do you do in response?

Zau let out a huge sigh,his emotions conflicting with common sense. “Why yu do eet?” said Zau, his eyes closed and his face turned away from his friend. Before his friend could respond Zau said hastily “Yu eeitheer turrn yourr self een ohr, yu leeav myy hom’. Sa’Vi, olld frieend” Zau then stood up and walked to the kitchen, letting his friend walk out the door and make his own decision. After his departure, Zau retired to his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling with a mixture of rage and sorrow in his eyes.

Do you swear to follow the Tlatlanni and uphold his law, and do you swear to hold Metztli and all of her actions as sacred?: I do.

Please include a screenshot or 3D render of your character's skin:

Now I have a reason to say... "Forever alone"

*see's the poster, picking it off the wall for a closer look* "Hmmm, what is this?" Thork says.. *Thork suddenly bursts out in hysterics, seeing that it's Poppy* "Hahahahahaha" he roars "P..Poppy finally what was coming.. Nice work you red headed little..."*Thork grits his teeth whilst screwing up the poster and tosses it on the ground* "Have a nice day, *****" he mutters as he walks away.

((Hell No.))