High Prophetess Mezua~ ♥ ツ

CAN WE REUNITE OUR CHARACTERS AND TAKE OVER THE WORLD?! 

The server is mostly set to be in tune with the mechanics of minecraft. Redstone wiring acts as electricity. We mine for iron and stone and diamonds, who's to say we don't mine for metal as well? Along with the many talented blacksmiths on the server, surely someone created nuts and bolts and wrenches. The timeline of LoTC doesn't follow the timeline of our own real life.

Like someone above said, magic is more widely accepted than medevil times. The server isn't conformed to just regular rl medevil rules. It's just a fantasy server.

As for the hair, the world we live in has dyes made from flowers. Who's to say people don't get curious? Maybe the trend of dyeing hair caught on. It's not a timeline set in stone, it's flexible and very possible people dyed their hair in the world of LoTC. It's just a game. Don't let it affect you so much.

I agree with your skin rant, however. People often use modern skins that don't fit with the general, vague theme.

Banned for not being Thorin Oakenshield

3/5 hispter.

Banned for the use of hashtags

Banned for being grouchy

Roleplay Name: Lyanna Delvarus

Skype Name: kuseran

Body Features: Lyanna is 5'5 with a medium petite build and hourglass figure. She has blonde hair that goes to her mid chest and curls as it goes down and blue eyes.

Items to start with: She uses a rapier and often a short sword. She wears a small purse that hangs over the shoulder and usually carries important things in it, like ink, paper, and a pen, a ribbion for her hair, a small bag of snacks, some napkins, a candle, some matches, and gloves.

Which time-frame would you want to start with: I guess 4 since I know a little about that time frame.

Notes: I will try to join when possible but I'n currently in the process of building a new computer since I don't have one :(

Banned for not sharing the air.

Evelyn was glaring at the people in the room when she suddenly found herself eye to eye with a gun aimed at her. The girl blinked, and exhaled, her features of anger slowly melting off her face into a normak, neutral expression. She moved her hands from her hips and raised them into the air, while looking the girl over.

"Now now, this is very much unneccessary. You're a lovely looking girl, you need not stoop to their level. Lowet your weapon and I shall treat you with the finest things money can buy." Her words might be convincing to most, after all, her job was to lie. She was raised her whole life to lie her way to get wgat she wanted. The woman was an expert at it. To some, her words would be honey. To others, they would probably see through her ruse. After all, she wasn't sure of how the brain process worked on the lower tier, but she was almost sure they were blubbering idiots.

Evelyn nodded sideways to the man who spoke up in defense of her. "Precisely what he said." She reasoned. "If you killed me, they easily open fire on all of you. If you held me hostage, they'd open fire. To them, I'm more important than all of you combined. They won't hesitate in the face of danger!"

(Man I hate posting from my phone. I really need to figure out my color code.)

Banned for quoting me when you posted right after me.

Banned for a forum name thats hard to say.

8/10 SO CYOOT

0/100

Little hobitses ****...

(No really though, 6/10)

8/10 I like the art style

Banned for drama on the forums.

Evelyn carried this rifle along upon her shoulder while slowly making her way along with the group. She mumbled still about her less than high class dress being ruined but overall she quietly made her way through the under city along with this band of low class people. "How did I even get stuck with these people?" she quietly wondered as they marched through the streets in a crouch, avoiding most gunfire.

As they arrived at the cafe she set the rifle on a table and stood straight up. With a scoff, she dusted off her bottom cape and straightened her corset. The pompous lady made her way over to a nice looking table and smoothed her dress out before sitting in the chair with her legs crossed. She clasped her hands together and placed them on her knees, then began to look around for any familiar faces.

Whilst searching for a familiar person, she listened to a man give a speech. The man looked like the professor of that class she decided not to take, deeming it unworthy of her tastes. She was right. As he sputtered on and on with his convincing speech, slowly the realization dawned on her. Evelyn was in a cafe full of low tier rebels! She was shocked and appalled! The woman stood up quickly, causing her chair to make a loud scrape noise across the wooden floor, and placed her arms on her hips while staring at the professor. "You are an imbecile and I don't belong here. If this is some sort of joke, it's not very funny. Do you know who I am!? If my brother finds out I've been taken by a band of misfit rebels then the entire upper tier will be after all of you!"

(Sorry for bad formatting and short reply, I'm using my mom's kindle since my laptop is out of commission.)

1/10 briefly saw you on ts

Wat, a two?

1/5 >:|

Errrrrrr 1/10 cause I'm feeling nice?

-34/10

Where you a undead or something?

Techincally yes but the character's undeadness was voided. They only made me undead to destroy aegis and I didn't even get to do that cause work.
I was also a Mori. And a DoomForge. And my main is was a dark elf female thief assassin that collects eyeballs and tortures for fun

#edgy

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You know guys, I once used to be well known. Ah, the good ol' days... 

sobs

Light chattering and laughter floated through the air and into the ears of a woman who sat in a plush red chair. In her hand she gently held a glass of dark red wine. From a distance the wine would appear to be of the generic cheap kind, however upon taking a sip, one would find it was wine that was aged from before the war. It one of of the more expensive wines, and Evelyn was very much enjoying the taste. She raised her bare slender arm up, carrying the wine glass, to her mouth, and took a gentle sip as she surveyed the room.

People were dancing. People were coming. People were going. There was happiness in the air, something rarely found on this monolith. A ball like this was a good way to lift the spirits of the people. However, Evelyn secretly wished they had limited who came in and joined the party. She thought it to be pathetic that lower levels could enter this party clearly meant for the higher levels. She sighed and stirred her wine around in the glass, then watched it settle down to the gentle waves and vibrations created by the moving New York.

The lady raised her other arm, covered with a fine black silk that covered her hand and had small, shining jewels on the end, to brush her white, silky hair back behind her neck. On her head she wore a black top hat, complete with matching goggles for those moments when the lower levels failed to clear the air for the higher levels. Her burgundy colored dress with small vertical stripes started at her neck and was attached by two gold pins and went down into a leotard type style. The fabric was strong but gentle, as it clung to her skin and showed her curves off in a non-revealing, yet sexy way. On top of the dress she wore a black, leather corset, that support her breasts up into nice shapes. One half of the corset covered and cupped the left side, but the other half was a strap that went up and around her shoulder, turning into the left side of the corset. This leather strap also happened to be wrapped around her arms, holding the lovely silken garment in place. At the bottom of the corset was another gold piece, attached to two leather stripes on the sides that hung over and down her hips. They connected in the back of the dress, to her favorite outfit piece. Covering her lower half and attached to a black belt and the leather stripes was a dress cap that covered her back side. The fine cape trailed all the way down to her ankles, but remained opened and exposed in her front side. Her legs were mostly bare, save for her leather knee-high leather boots brandishing thin 6 inch heels that was freshly polished, complete with silver gears and golden pins, and her stripped black and red socks that went halfway up her leg, then stopped. Her whole outfit was modest, yet alluring. She found it to be bland, however, as she had decided to wear one of her least best outfits in order to not draw attention to the fact that she resided on one of the higher levels.

She closed her eyelids and listened to the low hum of the monolith, along with the chattering of the people and the laughter. Occasionally someone would trip, causing a yelp in the crowd. She opened her eyes again and watched the scene in front of her, whilst taking a sip of the aged wine. Her light blue eyes trailed over the bar, a man catching her gaze. He seemed different, yet poise, much like her. She watched him with a curiosity as he left the bar and disappeared into the crowd. Evelyn was pondering if she should stand up and join the crowd, when the yelling started. She blinked and looked up, the music that was dancing in the background of her thoughts suddenly stopped, and replaced with the sound of screams and bullets. She set the wine down and hastily stood up, looking around. In order to not get trampled or have her dress ruined, she began to follow the main flow of the crowd with a air of grace, even in the moment of panic.

A man who was unseen before, stepped around the plush chair and followed her. He arrived beside her and grabbed her arm with his gloved hand. "My lady..." He muttered, and guided her through the crowd, making sure that no one attempted to do anything. Of course, no one would attempt anything on this lovely dame, as they were all too panicked by the sound and the sights of the bullets grazing and barreling through the crowd. 

Evelyn found herself walking outside, her arm firmly grasped by her guardian. She then realized that he had let go. Concerned, she looked around for him and found no trace, just a mingle of many faces she had never seen before. Alone and surrounded by the lower class, she frowned and began walking, when she was stopped by a man in a carriage. He seemed to be yelling something and, before she knew it, she was holding a gun!

A gun!

The woman paled at the foreign object in her hands and was about to throw it down when someone tugged the back of her dress and pulled her into safety behind a building. Whoever it was that had pulled her into safety had run off. She watched with horror as the place she was previously standing just second ago suddenly had bullets flying through the space. Prim and proper as she was, she held the gun away from her evasively, yet curious about the contraption. Upper class was never meant to use such atrocities! She turned it over and over, this way and that, trying to understand how it worked, oblivious to her surroundings, even as a Zeppelin drew closer.   She heard shouts, and screams, and lots of gunfire. Bullets were strown all over the area, people were huddled together, some were shooting these same rifles as she held into the air. 

A voice rang into the air, shouting over the crowd. It told them to leave the vicinity and take cover. She stood from her crouch and frowns, noticing that the bottom of her prized cape was covered in dust from the dirty street. She crouched and held the gun close to her chest, pointed upwards and away from anyone. She might have had no idea how to use it, but she wasn't daft. The lady inched her way along, finding it extremely uncomfortable to crouch and follow in a crowd in a tight, (quite lovely and very expensive homemade) dress, while wearing heels! 

3/10

2/10

9/10 we need to rp again. And talk. Seeing as you NEVER REPLY ANYMORE jerk
 

5/10

A-wald never stops whining about your tavern.

:c

 

2/10