Belyn

(Slave escaped, Auction closed)

*A Armored man walks up to the board grabbing the note placing his own. "First bidder 1,000 minas" is placed on the board. 

( 5 AM EST )

( Yes, she is very. You may speak OOCly to her tomorrow at 2 PM Pacific)

-A letter written with red ink is posted on the billboard-

Name: Ashley

Race: Elven
Age: Fourteen ( Human Years)

Description: Brown hair, green eyed young elf. She is slender and fit for work.
5’ 5” 106 pounds.

Talented at: She is able to fight, and play flute. Is able to be trained by their owner for other matters such as cooking. Very obedient.

Current Damages: Scab on her head and a few marks from whipping on her back.



Starting bid of 1,000 Minas! Will end on 5/22/13 and will be delivered either that day or the next.

Sigh, was hoping for my hopes to be raised... tired of this waiting... Got tired of the wait a little after Asulon dissapearing...

Given name(RP name): Tobias Larowin

(Skype name if you have one): I will not let this be public.
True name(MC name): leka213

Race: Human
Authentic magic user?(accepted magic user?): I do not.
What form of magic ye use?: None.
Do ye seek adventure, knowledge, and companionship?: I do.
Mageshield,Delver or Apprentice(if other detail)?: 
For Mageshields only: Apprentice (Not sure on this right now)
Do ye swear solemnly to put your life upon the line to perserve that of your arcane brethren? I do.
What combat skills have ye? One-Handed Sword, and bow.

Native you are going to be missed, I hope you have a great life.. and get some stuff straighten out. You will always be a friend to me... I do not know you in real-life; but you are. Good bye and good luck.

From what I am hearing, they're voxeling... for god knows why... a temp server map being voxeled, how nice.

I am taking my self out of this, if any of you have questions you may PM me. I'm leaving before I go insane.

I've read the lore, and was a great supporter for them in the beginning.

DO not accuse me of such things. You are not me. You do not know me.

Let me ask you something okay? You're not us? So you do not know us.

-- Snip -- (Ben responded)

I have been wondering for a while now, why are we Kharajyr hated so much? Yes, we are low in population. I agree on this, yet I see all the main races making new settlements almost every day. Spreading their population out. Us Kharajyr stay in one general location for the Role-Play. I do not want to hear, "Oh the Kharajyr don't Role-Play with us" I have heard that too many times. Every day I see Kharajyr leave the Caverns. I see them in the Sanctuary. Do you really want to know the reasons? It is because your Nations kill Kharajyr on sight. The Elves are worse on this. So please knock some thoughts into your minds. Stop this hating, can we not go to peace? All I ever see anymore is OOC fighting. I am tired of it, learn to get along. The Kharajyr have given up some much to create Role-Play. Their island for one. Do not say "Oh, you guys do nothing for Role-Play!" I am tired of all this fighting. End it.

MC Username:

leka213

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

S’Shera

Character Skillset: (No stat plugins as of now. They’re in development of a new one. Though there will be:)

Swords - (Will come in the future)

Farming - (Will come in the future)

Stealth/Herbalism(First Aid) - (Will come in the future)

Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender):

Age - 23

Subrace - Leparda

Gender - Female.

Appearance - Light brown fur, lighter than a usual Leparda would have. Her black dots on her skin, were as dark as the night sky. Her eyes as blue as the waters of Metztli. Her ears darkened, darker than the rest of her fur. Shorter than a every day Kharajyr.

Personality:

Her personality is a odd one, she is rather kind to the one she cares for. Though she is shy to strangers of the Kha’ Grounds. Once you get to know her better, you’ll see. Her loving for everyone. Easy to get along with, but is easy upset. she is also over confident of her self.

Please include a short bio of your character's life:

Shera was born a runt of the liter. The smallest and the weakest, getting the less food. Less attention. she always was left out of anything, she never got taught to fight... she had to teach her self, her mother did not care for her. Nor her father. She was always left at the mercy of her brothers and sisters, having to follow their directions, or she would get beat. She was always alone, by herself. Mostly in the trees, you would find her. Trying to teach herself how to read and fight. Of course she didn’t want to take any chances to get anyone mad, or get her self hurt. So she started to learn how to read. Her first book she read was about a Dragon Attack on a ancient city. After she read decently. She got the nervous to take two short swords from her father’s rack. She would go outside daily base, go to the edge of the forest. She would start with a single. sword, slinging it against a tree. Having snatched a fighting styles and defense book, from her mother. Though she started with her offense styling. Holding the sword up barely. The blade in front of her, at a angled way going across her face. She would strike the tree several times. Leaving deep slices through them. She eventually go to dual wielding swords. She followed the same routine until she finally was able to leave her childhood house. To find a way to help her self. She may be small, but she is intelligent and able to fight. Surprising for a runt.

Character's ambitions:

To simply have a peaceful life. To be loved, and to give love. To have a Metz’al, and to be feared by her enemies. (Short and sweet)

_---Situational Rp Questions---_

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?:

Me having my dislike for the Non Kha’s, I look to him. Putting my hand on the hilts of my dual blades. Replying to him “Shera advise yu tu leave this land yu ape fuul. Befure Shera must make yu.” the Human looks to Shera with fear. He replies to her comment “Please... you must help me... I need help, I don’t know my way. I need to get to the Human Capital.” I then close my eyes in frustration, then to re open them. Replying with a aggravated tone “Ape... leave this place... gu tu the buat, leave.. gu straight.... yu will find it.” I yell out at him “Nuw leave!” the Human stumbles back, twisting around swiftly running from the Jungle.

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?:

I close my eyes in frustration, to open them. Looking to her odds of a fight. “Shera see that my udds are 7 tu 1..” to herself softly. She walks up to the Dwarf, gripping onto his shoulder tightly. I then go to roar into his face to try and strike fear into him. His eyes widen “Well den... Eeeh... come on lads, let us be off... the stinch of this beast is unbearable.” I let go of his shoulder. As he stands and starts to walk out with his party. I grin, for this is what she wanted to happen. She goes to the Barkeeper to sell some food to the Tavern. Not enjoying my stay, I make it fast. Grab the payment, and leave.

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?

I answer the door slowly. Aggravated from being awaken. I look into his eyes as he whispers as I invite him in.“Me... killed... fellow Kha’, for cake! Please help!” I tilted my head to the right. I sigh, replying to his comment with a gentle tone “What have yu... dune... Yu gunna get exiled, put in the cage... ur slain...” I sigh, knowing what must be done. I whistles loudly, as a Do’ was nearby, walking inside to doorway. He asks “Whut wrung?” I look to my friend, with a saddened look. “Do’, this felluw Kha’... has slain anuther... he has killed sumeune here... I du nu know whu.” the Do’ looks to the Kha’, drawing his sword. Grabbing onto his shoulder, with the other hand. Jerking him out of the den. I go to sit back onto the floor, sighing. “Stupid... Kha’...”

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 swear to you this, I will follow every law before me, and hold Metztlli and her actions sacred.

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

-- In the Making by Escharian soon to be here --

-- BenBo gave the okay to post before skin is finished --

Aaah.. it seems Jen is applying, I've Role-Played many times with him, I believe he can take this responsibly, he is a excellent Role Player.

+1

*Looks at Morthawl, as Ghakarr begins to cackle evily while still a kitten." Lol joking.

Editing.

MC Username: Leka213

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

Character Skillset:

100 stealth

100 Archery

75 Herb.

Appearance (age, SUBRACE, gender): New-Born kitten, Male, dark blue eyes, silky fur, is rather tiny. (Runt like)

Personality: Ghakarr is arrogant, believeing everything he does is right. He believe he is the strongest Kha’ in the lands, all though his age, height, and inexperience in fighting.

Please include a short bio of your character's life: Ghakarr, always sticks by his father Tla’Morthawl, to learn from him. He stares at what he does, and how it does carefully. With out a noise. As Morthawl pratices, Ghakarr copies, but with no sword. Just using his hands. He occasionally falls asleep, while watching Morthawl. His mother, Sathera is a Black Smith, Ghakarr occasionally would stay with her, if Morthawl what doing something important, or had to leave. Ghakarr would watch her, heat the metals, beat them into shape, with her hammer. Every hit of the hammer, he would blink, and flinch. He would also watch her, cool the metal. And grind swords sharpness back. When he doesn’t want to really do anything, he goes to Sahra. To watch her seperate and sort her herbs. When she sorted the herbs, she would smash the herbs she wanted into a grind. Then add it to the water, shaking it violently. Then storing it for a few weeks.

Character's ambitions: To become the strongest Kha' in the lands, and to make his father Morthawl proud of him. To be respected.

_---Situational Rp Questions---_

1.

As you travel through the Karakatuan jungle, you spot a human trespassing on your nation's lands.

I watch the human carefully, jumping down with a powerfull roar, as it echoes through the caves. I start to shout at the Human "Why yu un Kha' land?! Du yu want tu die?!" the human falls down from fear, as I leapt down from the trees. "Ghakarr give yu unce chance... LEAVE!" the human quickly gets onto his feet backs away from me, twists around, and runs for the exit of the jungle. Not stopping for a glance. I chuckle to my self "Stupid Apes." I turn around, walking to my Den.

2.

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?:

I walk up to the racist human. Staring him dead in the eye, I say fearcefully "Du yu want to die tuday?" the Human looks intoxicated, as he looks at Ghakarr with seconds though spotting his daggers. he looks back up at me he replys "Err... no... I'll... take my leave" He stands up, stumbling at first. Then walks towards the door, barely making it with out falling. I stare at him while him exit.

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?

As he came to my door, I opened it. He pleeded for help, telling me what he had done, and what he did it for. I stared into his eyes, with a grimacing glare. I shout out "Yu stupid! Just like Apes! Yu nu deserve tu live!" I grabbed ahold of him, dragging him to the jailing area. Throwing him in personally. "Yu are nu friend uf Ghakarr! Yu are nu Kha'!"

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 du.

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

http://preview.novaskin.me/#http://i.imgur.com/NWS9N.png;screenshot(http://i.imgur.com/Dsj1L.png);pose(undefined);angle(297,27,0)

Sigh, time to kill some Sathera or Geo.

Editing, bishes.

I support this app 100% I have rarely seen him ever getting upset, he knows how to put up with people, how to treat people. In my opinion he deserves to be GM. He is calm most of the time, he is mostly active.

+ 1

Name: Do'Loka

Relatives: Nyx (Metz'al)

Subrace: Tigrasi

Age: 28

Skills:

Archery - 100

Stealth - 100

Herb. - 75

Weapon of choice: Bow & Arrow.

Do you prefer light or heavy armour: A mixture, for speed and protection.

What is your choice of approach (Speed, Stealth, Tactics or Strength): Stealth, Tatics, and strength.

Current occupation if any: Loka nu have nuthing.

Do you pledge your life in service to the empire, your superiors and the Tlatlanni: Loka du.

Your Minecraft Username:

leka213

Your Monk's Name:

Loka

Have you read and agree to follow the rules?:

I have, and I agree.

Your Monk's Personality:

Loka is in a state of saddness over the loss of her Metz'al Nyx, and is taking time to recover. She is kind to almost everyone, even those she doesn't know, due to her rough past and not wanting others to experience what she had.

A Very Brief Bio (Just a basic bio, not nearly as long as the one you used when applying for the server):

Loka had it all, a metz’al that loved her, a kitten... who she loved, more than anything. But when she went into hiding, she lost it all... her Metz’al, killed him self from grief, thinking Loka was dead. She was lost in grief, she then saw the path she must take. To make sure no one is killed, or injured. She went to the Monk Sahra, and asked what it would take for her to join. They talked for a few hours. Loka was determined to be a monk, so no one will have to go through what she went through with her Metz’al.

Who were the Celestial Triumvirate?:

Lord Tarial of the Stars,

Lady Rellenia of the Moon,

and Lord Keldrith of the Sun.

A Lost traveler come to the Sanctuary and asks, "Monk, where am I and how might I find my way?" How do you respond?:

-Looks at the lost traveler, as he asks her “Do you know which road I take to get to Arethor?” I reply “Oh, you are seeking the human nation of Oren’s capital? Go down the road with the Lapis, that is the human road. Just follow the road, but becarefull. I heard many bandits, and evil creatures lurk that road.” the lost traveler wanders down the human road,

he goes out of eye sight.-

A Screenshot of Your Monk's Skin:

http://minecraft.novaskin.me/skin/2858213/Sa-Loka-Monk-Robe

Anything else you'd like to say:

I have nothing else to say, thank you for reading my application.

Accepted! Do you have a skin in mind that you want to use?

I can get one made...

Updated my post.