Xiiyah

Xiiyah watches the two with a warm smile and listens to their conversations. She watches their body language, and nods. "If it is simplicity you want, then that shall be the case. We shall leave the ceremony of the stones out." Xiiyah grins and straightens her robes, looking between the happy couple. "Now, when shall the ceremony start?" She asks curiously as her hands go to the tome and opens it. She flips through some pages and scans over some words while waiting for a reply.

Xiiyah walks up to stand in front of the podium, which she set up the day before. On the podium rests two small vials of water. She sets her tome down, brushes it off, then opens it to the page. With a passive face, she walks up to Elphie and Daylen, holding out her palm, as if to receive something. "I presume you two have found the stones for each other, yes?" She asks cheerfully. "I am to take the stones for you and put them on the podium, if you do not mind. The ceremony shall start soon, so if you do not have the stones, I suggest going to pick one out." She tilts her head, her smile growing as the sun catches in strands of her silky, white hair. ((What time of day is it? Annndd Are we starting the ceremony soon? :> Allso if you don't remember, or if I didn't explain it correctly, Elphie picks a stone out for Daylen, and Daylen picks one out for Elphie. When the time comes, he will pour water on his stone, the one Elphie picked, and she will pour water on her stone, the one he picked. ))

Xiiyah nods, standing up and bending over to pick up the large tome. She grins when Elphie thanks them all and gives her a warm smile. "I love to help people. I am glad that my being here shall fufill your dreams and give you happiness." As they walk out to the boats, she opens the tome and reads it silently, following behind everyone and listening to them. (Booo short post.)

Xiiyah stays rapt as Elhpie tells her the plan for the small speech. "It is said that people come into our life's for a reason, along with people having scars that they carry because of the people that can come into your life. I have scars of my own; and, my life isnt easy, just like the years, it brings trouble, and bliss around every corner." Xiiyah settles back into the couch and listens intently as she takes a breath to continue. "But I feel that this unity is what changes things. No more will we have to carry the burdens alone, no longer are we alone. Love is one of the highest powers, and greatest gifts, and to be blessed with such a gift. Is truly a wonder of the word, love can heal, love can hurt, but if its true love, it will never, break" "How was that?" Elphie asks Xiiyah, and the dark elf grins from ear to ear, nodding slowly. "That is very wonderful. I shall change a few words around, if you do not mind, to make it so I am speak to you, and no as it you are speaking to me. " Xiiyah opens her mouth to say more, but at that moment, Khel walks in. She grins and waves, then remains quiet until Daylen walks in. When Elhpie exuberantly bounds over to him, she giggles and wishes her life was simple as hers and Daylen's. The priestess begins to look at her hands until Khel comes over to her. She looks over and smiles. "Hello Khel. How are you?"

((Bold is quoted from the book itself.)) Xiiyah grins and smiles. "I only know of my dark elven ways, in which I have also translated a few words into our language." She opens the tome with great care and delicacy, then uncrosses her legs and scoots forward to read the tome. Her finger comes down to a paragraph and she trails it, reading directly from the ancient tome. "The first thing to initate a 'Living Soul-bind' is that the host," me, "will walk in first. The host shall prepare the Pedestal of Binding." She stops quoting the book and looks up to inform Elphie of the tradition. "In order to prepare the Pedestal, you and your lover must choose a small smooth stone for each other. You shall deliver them me before the moon rises, because part of our tradition requires that the ceremony start at dusk, so that the seal shall happen with the moon has reached the peak of the sky. Also on the pedestal shall be two vials of water, one for the male and one for the female, along with this tome." She looks back down and resumes quoting. "Upon the end of preparation, all of the guests will file in. If you have seats, they will sit. If not, they will stand. After the guests file in, The wife-to-be..." Xiiyah trails off and looks up with an excited grin. She then looks back down at the tome, resuming her words, "...shall walk in and down the isle. Once she is settled in front of the Pedestal, the groom-to-be will walk in, following her path. Upon reaching the wife, he shall bow to her, then assume his position in front of the wife-to-be. The groom-to-be shall then join hands with the wife-to-be to initiate a loving circuit between the two." She takes a moment to breathe, then looks up with a sparkle in her eye to monitor the facial expression of Elphie. The dark elf pushes her hair behind her ears and, with a warm smile, resumes her reading. "Now at this time, The host will give a small speech to the crowd. Then the host shall address the wife-to-be personally. Now, if you choose to keep this in your ceremony, I need you and Daylen to decide on something for me to read after the opening speech. This is important! It can be a quote, a motto, poetry, philosophy, a saying, or anything. I shall read what you have chosen and then I will turn to you Elphie and recite these words." While explaining this to her, hair had fallen into her face again. She pushes it back out then flips the page and resumes trailing down the page, quoting from the tome. "Elphaba, do you promise to love and embrace Daylen, to honor and cherish him, to respect and care for him under the guidance of Malin? You shall reply 'I do' and I will say these lines. Do you promise to take care of him and support him through all times, to keep him from harm, and protect him through all of eternity? Again, you shall reply 'I do.' I will do the same for Daylen, and he must reply the same way. I must tell him this when he gets here..." "Now, after the vows the couple shall both turn towards the Pedestal of Binding and grab the ring of the opposite sex. Elphie, you shall put his ring on his finger first. When you do so, you must say 'With this ring, I deliver and bind to you my eternal soul.' After that, he shall do the same to you." The Priestess grins and looks up with a cheerful smile. She adjusts herself and smooths the wrinkles out of the robes again. "After the ring sharing, the lovers shall each grab a vile of water. The wife-to-be will pour her water over the stone she picked for the groom-to-be, and he shall pour his water over the stone he picked for the wife-to-be. They will both set the vials down and the host will say 'Velulaei has bound your souls! Daylen, you may now kiss your bride!' And then you shall both leave together, in the same way you came!" Xiiyah closes the tomb with a loud 'thunk' and straightens her back. "Now that is just the tradition of the dark elves. This is your wedding, so you may ask for a change in anything. Perhaps the time of wedding, or the Gods mentioned. It is all up to you and Daylen. If you wish to follow our traditions, then you both must find a stone for each other, allow me to have possession of the rings, and find something for me to quote after the opening speech. Any questions?" ((Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhew long post. I hope you can understand it ._.))

Elphaba pushes Xiiyah in and seats her on the couch. Xiiyah giggles and pushes her hair behind her ear, starting to feel the enthusiasm and excitement around her in the air soak into her own feelings. She looks around the house, in awe of it's beauty, then gently sets her tome on the table with a quiet 'thunk' She grins and looks to Elphie. Today's the day! Elphie exuberatly says to her, and the Priestess giggles and nods. "Aye, that it is. I am very excited for you~!" She replies. Sarien then walks into the room, carrying with her the power and wisdom of an older elf, yet the sincerity of a mother. The dark elf gives a small wave to her mother and grins, then listens as Elphie babbles on with an eager personality. "Elphaba, if you do not mind, I would like to go over the ceremony with you. Did you have any certain way in mind or did you want to follow the tradition of the dark elves? I am fluent in the ceremonies of the elves, but I can adapt some practices if you would like me too." Xiiyah gives a warm smile and crosses her legs, making sure to even out the small folds in her dress. She interlocks her hands and puts them on her knee, making sure to keep the ceremonial robes without wrinkles.

Xiiyah walks up with careful stride to the large house and gently knocks on the wooden door three times. She is wearing her ceremonial robes and carries a large tome under her arm. Her long silken flowing robes are caressed by the wind, gently blowing in the breeze along with her long, soft, white hair length she lowers her hand and awaits for her knocks to be heard, whilst thinking back to when Prince Keel nominated her to wed the two. Yes, Xii knew she could flawlessly and smoothly perform a wedding ceremony, as she had done countless times before, but that still didn't stop her nerves. As the warn morning sun cast its soft light upon her body, warming it up, she raised her hand to knock again.

MC Username: Xiiyah ((Das my alt. PM if you wanna know my main <3)) Rp Username (be sure to include the correct prefix, look up on info thread:( Si’Mizzah Kilota Character Skillset: Si’Mizzah is good at farming and has been pursuing farming her whole life. She is also really experienced in the art of swordsmanship. Appearance (age, subrace, gender:( 20, Leparda, Female. She’s fairly tall for her race, and slender than most. Her eyes are a brilliant green and her hair is a light brown that she often pulls up into a ponytail. Her fur is a light brown, covered with black spots. She wears a small blue shirt and a short grey skirt. She has a neckalce made of gold and wears leg and arm warmers. She perfers to be barefoot. Personality: Si’mizzah is boastful and social. She’s very expressive and enjoys talking. The leparda doesn’t like to follow rules, she likes to make her own. She is easily distracted and very caring towards others. She tries to act scary and badass, but underneath, she’s sweet and kind. Please include a short bio of your character's life: I was born in Karakatuan with only my mother to guide me. My mother is a priestess, with more knowledge in her fingertip than in the body of an orc. My father...well, I never had the chance to meet him...I heard he was a great fellow. Often, people run to tell me they’ve seen him, but I don’t believe them. Anyways I’m getting sidetracked... Back to my mother. She had long brown hair, much like me. People often say I look exactly like her; but they also say I act exactly like my father. Who knows, never met the guy. My mother is old, older than you, probably. She’s been around for...around 130 years. We grew up under her guidance and wisdom. From her, we learned everything about the world. We both craved the knowledge we needed to survive, and the knowledge we wanted just for the fact of having wisdom. As a kid, I was very sociable. When I was 4, I met this Pantera named Xianna. Xianna and I would explore a lot. We had a lot in common, but we both quickly discovered how different we are. Xianna was more shy and quiet, while I was more boastful and social. During our childhood years, we learned more about the world. I loved to gather herbs and make potions. Once while gathering herbs,around the age of 12, I found this small animal that my mother called a “wolf.” He was rather large,and his fur was sleek and blacker than night. I kept this wolf and named him Kilo. My mother used her powers to make sure Kilo lived a long life. He was the best wolf ever. He always helped me gather herbs and would sit next to be if I was depressed and try to cheer me up. Me and Kilo travelled everywhere and did everything together. Besides Xianna, he was my best friend. Since me and Xianna liked to explore a lot, we dealt with a lot of wild animals and stray bandits. From these small nuisances, we learned how to fight together. Some of the people in our village called us the “dancing blades.” Maybe it’s because when we fight, we appear to be doing a dance of death. The death of the victims around or before us. Or maybe it’s because our blades move faster than their eyes can follow. Even though we were perfectly matched, I was always the better fighter, besting her in all the spars we did. When I turned 16 exactly a year after I earned the title of S’, Xianna, me, and Kilo went on a trip into the bigger world. My mother bade us well as we set off with our packs full and our feet eager for traveling. Eventually we happened upon a town called Elandiral, full of pale elves. We were astounded by how many pale elves there were, and we stood out with our furry skins. Weeks passed, and Kilo’s health deteriorated. I watched him grow weaker, my mother’s magic wearing off. Eventually I couldn’t stand to see him suffer any longer. I took Kilo to a meadow I found on the outskirts of this city. We sat down in the lush grass. I pulled Kilo close and wrapped my arms around his strong, sleek neck. My tears flowed into his shiny thick coat. He nuzzled my cheek, wondering what was wrong as I stood up and pulled my sword from it’s sheath. I say these next lines with a sad and heavy heart. Tears ran down my face as I stepped forward and swung my sword. It sliced through him, ending his life quickly and painlessly. At least I know he isn’t suffering anymore At least I can freely say he’s in a better place, with Metzil But it still hurts to think about that day.... I buried Kilo in that meadow. His souls forever lives on in my heart...I’ll never forget him. Back to the story... After a few months of getting harassed by orcs in New Krugmar, exploring the caves of the dwarves, and watching the humans run from simple things like ‘fire’ in Savlus, we returned back to our hometown. Since then, I’ve kept to myself. I moved out from under my mother’s guidance around the age of 17. I’ve been living in places such as trees or caves, and fending myself from harm using the skill of the blade that I learned on my own. Often times, I hope into town and talk to people. They don’t seem to mind much. In order to fill the void over Kilo, I’ve had many pets, none quite as good as him. More wolves, birds, cows, and chickens. If it’s alive and friendly, it was my pet. Over the years, I’ve looked for another pet like Kilo. I hope to find another like him, perhaps. Maybe in due time... Character's ambitions: To find another pet like her panther, Kilo, and to restore the hole in her heart where Kilo resides. She also wishes to explore Asulon more and discover all she can about herbs and plants. Also, to expand her fighting techniques. _---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?: Si’Mizzah sighs and looks around. She crosses her furry arms and twitches her tail around the grass. “You need help eh?” “Y-yes I do!” The man replies. His eyes seem shrunken in and his cheeks appear gaunt. Si’Mizzah gives off a charming smile and nods. “You’re lucky I’m nice.” She replies, then turns to hop up onto a limb, the other. After a few minutes, she silently lands on her paws behind the human, with her arms full of an assortment of fruits. “Here’s some food to last you for a week. You better get out of the jungle, before I stop feeling nice. Got it?” She hisses at him, and he backs away with the fruit, then runs off into 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?: Si’Mizzah **** her head and blinks at the dwarf. She frowns as her tail flicks angrily back and forth. “Oh yea? Who are you calling a furball, you half-pint cave dweller!!” Si’Mzizah then takes a nearby chair and picks it up. She breaks it on her knee, grimacing a bit at the pain in her knee, then takes the leg of the chair and swings it in front of her. The dwarf backs up, his eyes widening as he realises that she’s skilled in wielding the stick in her hand. He raises his hands and backs up into the counter. “Sorry! Jus’ don’ hurt meh!” He cries out. Si’Mzizah smirks and throws the stick to the ground. She turns to go then looks back at him, tilting her head to the side as her ears twitch. “Don’t do it again, rocky.” 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? Si’Mizzah opens the door of the house he built in the wildreness and looks down the steps to where her close friend is. Her tail flicks in annoyance. In her free hand she holds the leg of a turkey. She takes a bite out of it and leans on the door. “Yess?” She asks. Her friend frantically explains the situation and looks around worridely. She sighs and kicks the door open more, taking another bite. “You have one day, and ONE DAY to gather all the supplies you need and get yourself the hell out, got it? I move often, so if the authorities show up, you and I shall be long gone. I can help you make a house and gather food until they stop looking for you.” Si’Mizzah smiles, her sharp teeth glinting in the light, then she takes another bite of her turkey leg and closes the door with her back paw as her friend frantically gathers supplies around the house. 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? Yes, I do. Please include a screenshot or 3D render of your character's skin http://i.imgur.com/wwyVS.png EDIT: Way too tired to format this and make it pretty.

Alternate Account Application Main Account MC Name: Xiiyah Alternate Account MC Name: I really don’t want to post my main here, so please, feel free to PM me and ask <3 ((I mean, most of the app team know who I am anyways. Just keep it hushhush, will ya?)) In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are. Metagaming - When a character IG uses OOC information to their advantage. Powergaming - Gaining the upperhand in a fight and not allowing anyone else to fight back. Being strong enough to pickup a tree without fear of a broken back, etc etc. Character Name: Xiiyah (So original, I know.) What is your Race?: Dark elf Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.:( I was born in Aegis along with my sister,Raiie, far in the wilderness with only my mother to guide us. My mother is a priestess, with more knowledge in her fingertip than in the body of an orc. My father...well, I never had the chance to meet him. Neither did Raiie. She claims to have seen him a few times but I never believe her. Anyways I’m getting sidetracked... Back to my mother. She had long white hair, much like me. People often say I look exactly like her; but they also say i act exactly like my father. Who knows, never met the guy. My mother is old, older than you, probably. She’s been around since pretty much the beginning of time. Some call her the ancient priestess, and maybe she is. We grew up under her guidance and wisdom. From her, we learned everything about the world. We both craved the knowledge we needed to survive, and the knowledge we wanted just for the fact of having wisdom. As kids, me and Raiie would explore a lot. Although we’re both sisters, we both quickly discovered how different we are. Raiie was more shy and quiet, while I was more boastful and social. During our childhood years, we learned more about the world. I loved to gather herbs and make potions. Once while gathering herbs,around the age of 80 something, I found this small animal that my mother called a “cat.” He was rather large, the size of a wolf, and his fur was sleek and blacker than night. I kept this cat, named him Kilo. My mother used her powers to make sure Kilo lived a long life. He was the best cat ever. He always helped me gather herbs and would sit next to be if I was depressed and try to cheer me up. Me and Kilo travelled everywhere and did everything together. Besides Raiie, he was my best friend. Since we lived in a small town far away from civilization, you could expect we dealt with a lot of wild animals and stray bandits. From these small nuisances, me and Raiie learned how to fight togther. Some of the people in our small village called us the “dancing blades.” Maybe it’s because when we fight, we appear to be doing a dance of death. The death of the victims around or before us. Or maybe it’s because our blades move faster than their eyes can follow. Either way, we’re both a good team. When I turned 110, and exactly 110, Raiie, me, and Kilo went on a trip. Our mother bade us well as we set off with our packs full and our feet eager for traveling. Eventually we happened upon a town called Laurelin, full of pale elves. We were astounded by how many pale elves there were, and we stood out with our dark skins. It was here that we discovered that we both had a disadvantage. We both didn’t know the common tongue. Our mother had raised us to speak her language, which was back from the olden days. Together me and Raiie spent our days exploring this land they called “Aegis” and learned a bit of this common tongue. But it was tough. Even now, we still use hand symbols to communicate with them. Weeks passed, and Kilo’s health deteriorated. I watched him grow weaker, my mother’s magic wearing off. Eventually I couldn’t stand to see him suffer any longer. I took Kilo to a meadow I found on the outskirts of “Sister City.” We sat down in the lush grass. I pulled Kilo close and wrapped my arms around his strong, sleek neck. My tears flowed into his shiny thick coat. He nuzzled my cheek, wondering what was wrong as I stood up and pulled my sword from it’s sheath. I say these next lines with a sad and heavy heart. Tears ran down my face as I stepped forward and swung my sword. It sliced through him, ending his life quickly and painlessly. At least I know he isn’t suffering anymore At least I can freely say he’s in a better place. But it still hurts to think about that day.... I buried Kilo in that meadow. His souls forever lives on in my heart...I’ll never forget him. Back to the story... After a few months of getting harassed by orcs in Krugmar, exploring the caves of the dwarves, and watching the humans run from simple things like ‘fire’ in Alkazhar, we returned back to our small village back in the wilds. We taught our people the language, and a few decades later, I journeyed back to these lands, accompanied by Raiie, my mother, and the rest of our small village. Around this time, however, they were being attacked by these things called “undead.” We stood in the background, unable to communicate, and watched as their towns fell around them. When the time came, we fled with them into a place called “The Verge.” At first it was scary, our village doctor believed it to be an ancient portal created by demons, but my mother said it was created by a dark elf by the name of Nemissae. Eventually we all happened upon these boats...large boats! Of all sizes and shapes. We travelled along with a crew from a town called “Salvus.” After months of sea travel and keeping mainly to ourselves, we arrived in the new land they called “Asulon.” We explored the world, and eventually found out where the elves reside. Our family took up residence in a tree on the outskirts of town. We’ve decided to explore more of the world, Raiie and I. Our mother lives in the house still while me and Raiie travel. In order to fill the void over Kilo, I’ve had many pets, none quite as good as him. Wolves, birds, cows, chickens. If it’s alive and friendly, it was my pet. Over the years, I’ve looked for another pet like Kilo. It appears that no other cats reside in Asulon. I hope to find another like him, perhaps. Maybe in due time... Your characters ambitions: To find another pet like her panther, Kilo, and to restore the hole in her heart where Kilo resides. She also wishes to explore Asulon with her sister more and discover all she can about herbs and plants, and the common tongue. Out in the Wilds, your character comes across a small cottage. Outside, there appears to be an elf struggling combat with two bandits. What does your character do? I look to my sister, Raiie, and smirk. We both draw our swords quietly and sneak around, trapping the bandits in a circle. I make a small motion as she catches my eye and we both leap forward, bring our swords down in our deadly dance. She sidesteps to the right, as I twirl to the left. The bandits, being caught off guard, slowly back into each other. With their backs pressed against each other, we gain the upper hand. The elf runs off, grateful for his life to be spared. As I twirl, I bring my sword across the bandit’s chest, causing his shirt and skin to split open. He cries out in pain as Raiie bends her knees and spins, bringing her sword around in a slow loop torwards his legs. The bandit jumps over her sword, bringing his dagger down on her head. She looks up just in time and rolls to the side. At the same time, I gracefully slide over with a low sweep kick and knock the second bandit falling to his bottom. The first bandit lets out a strangled cry as Raiie brings her sword around, catching the man in the back of his legs. HE falls to the ground, face first, and faints from the loss of blood. I smirk at her victory, but am caught off guard when the second bandit brings the hilt of his dagger down to my head. I fall back and let out a cry of pain as Raiie jumps over his head, dragging her sword behind her in her air. Her sword makes contact with his face and cuts it right in half. She lands in a crouch and grins at me, and I nod and stand up, brushing the dirt off. We sheath our weapons and keep walking, leaving the bodies behind. Your character walks up to a shop in a quiet market. "Hello, my good sir!" says the shop owner. "What may I help you with today?" How does your character answer? I look up and smile at the seemingly friendly shopkeeper. “Have bread?” I ask, hoping that’s the right wording of the common tongue. “Why yes! We do!” He replies happily, turning to bustle about in his stand. He pulls out two freshly cooked loafs of bread and sets on the counter. “That will be 10 minas, if you please.” I nod, not seeming to understand the word “ten.” And set a handful of coins on the counter. He slowly counts them out then hands me back what seems to be around 60 of the golden coins,along with the bread. “And there you go, mi’lady~!” He says with a grin, his warm eyes seeming to grin as well. I can’t help but return the grin as I wave and leave the stand with the two loafs of bread. A screenshot of your skin: