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((-Thanks for reading this-)) [Questions] MC Name: Akira0 Why do you want to join? My character has been a thief of secrets. Selling information to those who seek it. She's now becoming more fearful of her position, seeking the help of an organization like-minded like her. How will you provide the guild and the LOTC community with a great RP experience? By creating a unique character that causes interesting romantic conflicts. I plan to steer her into the path of becoming a tavern keeper where there will be numerous RP potential with alcohol. What do you think are vital in RP? I value emotes and words over all else. If you’re writing detailed emotes to describe every situation clearly, RP will avoid entering the OOC realm. I’ve never personally had any ooc fighting over RP and hope I never will. To break the Guild laws, or the Server laws is instant banishment unless in a specific circumstance where you are offered an appeal form by the Guild, do you understand this? Yes~ [Character Questions] RP name: Marella (She uses different names for different groups of people. Mara, Mari, Marie, Mary, May, and etc. Officially, Marella is the registered name in the Kingdom of Oren.) Biography: Childhood: Teenage years: Present: Personality: She is a chaotic neutral character, every action is an action that is calculated for her personal benefit. Because of this, she can be described as manipulative, selfish, and conceded. She has a clear understanding of her place in society, when around her superiors she will become meek and shy, attempting to appear plain to attract as little attention as possible. If someone were to insult her position, she would proudly wear the title for she has no desires for nobility, their lives a prison in her mind. In situations of love, she isn’t capable of feeling it. She may have a desire for a man the way she has desire for a necklace but it too will lose its worth when she grows tired of it. She is unafraid to use men at her whim with whatever manipulative power she has; be it the innocence of youth or the seductive actions she observes from other maids. She can also be described as a natural beauty but relies heavily on powders and rouges to offset het pale skin, complimenting it with her exclusively dark toned closet. Motives: She wishes to save enough money to open her own tavern in the city one day. A permanent position that secures her a livelihood independent from an employer or a binding marriage. Aspirations: Her aspiration is to become known, to have the attention of many. Her desires are immediate and insatiable but coincide with her ambition. It could be the cake at the window of a bakery, or the cloth displayed at the tailor’s; so long as it was of value to raise other’s opinions of her. At the moment, she must have whatever it is she desires- to the point of obsession. However once acquired, it loses its importance and she will soon move to new interests. [Open Response. Answer all questions] You notice a rich foreign merchant in the markets browsing wares such as jewellery, weaponry and armor. You notice a stall owner has just walked away from his stall for a few moments, several guards are patrolling the area, the merchant walks towards the stall to browse its wares. To the North is a sewer grate you could escape through, though the guards seem to be patrolling it more than usual. How will you pull of this thievery? Marella approaches the foreign merchant, slipping into his view. She smiles brightly to him, showing white teeth under her lips. Without paying particular attention to which piece she takes from the counter, she models the necklace on herself, holding her neck high, seductively. She continues smiling, her voice dripping with silk as she coos, "O- doesn't this look divine? Fit for any fair maiden you have in mind, sir. Shall I wrap it up for your lady friend?" (If he accepts and purchases it) (If he purchases it for Marella) The Upright Man has asked of you to steal a scroll from a house that is just outside the city limits of Alras, the house seems to be alive with laughter and drunken men, you look through a window to see the chest is in the room, while 5 drunken men sit around the fire telling war stories, they seem armed but drunk, you see in the corner of your eye a small hole in the roof into the room. The door hinges are old and rusty, it can be easily kicked down. How will you pull of this thievery? Marella would spy on them for some time, listening in through the hole on the roof. With whatever information she gathers, she acts accordingly, using their tales of war to weave a convincing story. She pulls a small bottle of wine from her pack and carefully inserts a needle into the top of the cork. She pours a white powder, made of died poppy and chamomile, into the small hole, giving the a bottle a good swirl. Marella knocks on the door, smiling brightly at the men. “____ has sent this as a token for your recent victory. From his very own private collection.” She pauses for a second, holding each pair of eyes for a second before continuing with a coy grin, “And, I for company…” She sweeps into the room, pretending to search for mugs, “Where could they be…?” She serves the wine undisturbed, handing each man a mug before rising hers to the air, “A special toast that m’lord wishes to greet you with, and it is thus: “For your troubles and endless bravery, he bids you freedom to drink from the city tavern under his name and order, hence forth. May you never remember what trouble ails you, only the joy of ale’s sweet embrace when in the city.” She nods contently with finality, pretending to take the first sip. She raises one brow, watching and waiting for the powder to work it’s effect. When it does, she simply needs to pluck the scroll from its place and walk out through the front doors. An old man has taken rest from his travels under a tree, his bag is to the left of him, he appears to have a dagger on him. In the far distance you see some travellers coming, though they are still a far while off. How will you pull of this thievery? Marella wouldn't steal from an old man off the side of a road- she's not that petty. She walks by the old man without a second glance. The travellers ahead hold no interest to her either, so she brushes past them swiftly, humming a merry tune.