Salamandra

LOOKS GOOD...?

[[There's no hard feelings out of character at all, no worries.]]

Salamandra would sigh upon hearing of his denied application, and mutter into the air: "Perhaps one should more carefully word the questions on their applications if they seek more appropriate answers. I will not be blamed for answering the questions in an accurate manner according to her specific, or rather lack of specific, wordings. I should have known this would be no different from any other human establishment from the start... Nonetheless, the purpose of the guild is admirable. How time will either aid or destroy the guild has yet to be seen."

-=Recruit Application=- -=Out of character information=- Minecraft name: XBLxSNAZZLEZ Have you ever been banned before and why?: No. Age: 19 Skype: xblxsnazzlez How long have you been playing on the server?: 3 years now. -=In character information=- What is your name?: Salamandra How old are you?: Much older than you, I can guarantee. What gender are you?: Male, one should hope. What are you interested in?: Enchanting. What do you want to Achieve from joining the Guild?: The ability to enchant things at will, and be provided with the resources you have offered. Where have you been educated/and by where/who?: My mind, myself and others. What are you skills?: Many. - Salamandra

I'll merely politely deposit a 'no thank you', yet wish you luck. Generic Reason #1: Un-needed / Un-necessary.

Salamandra continues to hear idle chatter about the reformed Mages Guild carried by the wind, so it has been since the fall of Archmage Ambros. A sullen, grave expression consumes his face, as it does every time. Through glazed eyes does the world around him fade as he enters his inner chamber, his library, his abode: the place at which he can truly find solitude. Dusting off the covers of old tomes as he pulls them off the shelves, familiar names reveal themselves. Indelwhen, Dante, Jon, Varstivus, Elwen...he had seen not a token of them, and heard not a whisper. He feels a meager smile form on his face, though his eyes and thoughts still remain in the library. He stood there, staring at the open book, its pages all blank. He'd never liked Crumena, Deke. He never liked a lot of the new guild's members, whose faces and names he had remembered. Was it just to dislike the entire guild for disliking many of its members? Because many fruit are rotten, was it right to label all the good fruit rotten as well? Though to see someone beloved to you turn sour, dark, and twisted... was difficult. To see a beautiful forest wither, a grand tower turn to ruin, and- Suddenly he blinks rapidly, looking up. The nice inn girl had tapped him on the shoulder, and asked if he was alright; yes, he knew that. "I'm perfectly fine, thank you." he replies, glancing over at the group of men excitedly speaking of the Mages Guild nearby. Optimistic and hopeful. He should be too, but the years groaned at him otherwise... He left the establishment, and so it was.