~≈Panda≈~

You're cool.

Look at this tiny Mayumi doll. She's so cute~
If only she had only been a doll.

owo

Dreams. All dreams are remembered by Panda.

The ground was gray. There was once a long stretching of pavement that I knew of, but now there was nothing but rubble and ashen grass. The sky was a deep purple with only a few scattered clouds, and all around me there was a white light separating the void from the earth. I felt that that light was sent from some kind of divine spirit to keep what ever humanity this earth had from being completely destroyed. My hair was raven black, and I was wearing a dirtied and white dress. I'm used to almost never being myself in dreams. There was silence for the longest time with the occasional breeze, but suddenly there was a sound behind me. I turned to face it, and there was a horrific shadow being standing no more than a hundred feet from me. We stood like that for a while, before the figure decided to move closer to me. I did not run, I did not feel any thing but apathy towards the creature. As it almost pressed itself to me the figure stopped, and slowly raised a shadowed and clawed hand to touch me. The claws felt heavy and utterly sharp, and any energy I had started to fade. There was no question why my eyelids were drooping, I didn't care about any of this. The shadowy figure must have noticed this and was frustrated. It's claws shot out into me, causing me to actually look down. There was intense pain like I could barely describe as I felt the foreign objects in my organ tissue, ripping me apart from the inside out. Red dripped out and stained my already ruined white ratty dress. To the creature's obvious discomfort, I smile painfully as I felt tears run down my face. Red, finally some color and purpose in this wasteland. Red, some thing that I was bleeding as I thought I had nothing else to give. The shadowy being ceased being at this point, leaving me alone to fall into the ashen grass. With such pain I bled out there, finally leaving my mark for all to see.

    A middle-aged man with an obsessive personality looks at a book that he used to read back when he was a child. He remembered loving and fantasizing about that character Snow White. It brought him back to happier, more innocent times. Now things were cruel with the harsh reality we are all faced with. The man laid flowers around the lady of the night he had dressed up just like Snow White in the fables. The dress was a bit ratty and torn from rough use over the years, but it only showed to him how much he loved her.

     They were Roleplaying out the book, and the lady of the night was in a 'deep sleep' that only a kiss would wake her from. He had been paying for this particular girl for a while now, her hair was black as night, and her skin was as white as snow. It was perfect, and she went along so well with the fable. This night was perfect though, as he left the last bundle of flowers around her in her perfect frame of her he stood back and admired his work. This would be enough for him now to wake her with a kiss, but some thing felt off. It didn't feel genuine enough with her deep sleep.  Reaching by his worn and torn fable's book he payed through it once again to this scene. The woman laid perfectly still as he liked. The picture of her was perfect, and in German it mentioned that " She was so still, that her breast did not even rise." Looking up from the book, he would notice still that she was breathing! Well that had to be fixed!

    After years of fuddling around, now was the time for him to get it right. Walking over to the sweet woman laying down before him, he caressed her cheek softly on the improvised coffin. Reaching over, he took a plastic bag full of bright, red apples and spilled them over the floor. This causes the woman to peak slightly at the man, just in time to see the bag forced over her head. She thrashed around wildly while the man screamed the lines of the prince, " I HAVE TRAVELED FAR, FAIR MAIDEN TO THIS GROVE TO WHICH YOU RESIDE. I WEEP HEAVILY WITH THE SIGHT OF SUCH BEAUTY GONE STILL. I HAVE NOT ANY THING TO DO BUT PART MY KISS GENTLY ONTO YOUR LIPS. " The woman went still, and after a bit of panting heavily, the bag was removed. Her eyes were wide and gaping, but quickly shut by the man quivering with such excitement. With such a graceful and gentle motion he lowered himself to her lips. The kiss was hot, and passionate as he tasted the apple-sweetened mouth of his Snow White. Pulling back, he looked towards the still woman, waiting to greet his lovely bride. Though she did not wake up, proving life is not a fairy tale.

What if the server went back to RP? This is a brain storm after all, and that is just Panda's two cents. She sure has not been here for a while, but there does not seem to be a single one of her friends who seems all that happy with this server. Your advertisements seems to still say that you roleplay, but all of these talks of PvP plugins just detracts  from the literature and stories that you can all tell with each other in interesting ways...

Eh, what does Panda even know?

(( In a society where there is nothing from characters now but people playing those who possess violent traits, what purpose would the college serve any one? The only benefit might be people mistake the college for actually mass teaching magic so they can continue being violent, but now with sparklers on their finger tips. Also the college of the silver city is private school, and the rest of them get public school. ))

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Well. It was nice coming back for a while, but Panda guesses LOTC is over. Pugsying will return with an all time high, creatures with claws will be useless, and those who fight with shovels will be dead panned. All is lost. All creativity in fighting is gone. No one will wish to roleplay any more.  * packs her bags and sets off. *

(( You know Panda has many drawings of Mayumi. Ehehe. ))

( The writing is elegant and easy to read, clearly some one who has been practicing writing for at least a decade. )

Given name(RP name):

Marian of no surname

(Skype name if you have one): 

( Panda will add people as necessary. )

True name(MC name): 

( Pandasrcute2 )

Race: 

Half dark, and half high elven

Authentic magic user?(accepted magic user?): 

Planning on learning the arts. ( No )

If so what form of magic ye use?:

Do ye seek adventure, knowledge, and companionship?:

All of this, and the ability to finally help others.

Yes, I do, as I would not be living without these three things.

All applying will be apply for the applicant position.
However should you pass that stage what profession might you take on?
Note that if you want to learn magic you must speak to a Delver Arcanist
personally: 

What combat skills have ye? 

Not many, but I could hold my own long enough for an escape in my current state.

Short Response for all Applicants, write how ye

would respond:

1.) You come across a massive ruin of ancient design,

strange sounds and lights emanate from within.

I would mark this on a map location, and come back to the guild hold where I would take other people to properly explore it.
 

2.)While at a local bar you see two dark hooded figures

in the corner discussing in a whispered conversation. You can't quite make out

what they're saying but you clearly hear the word "artifact".

I would approach them with confidence, and ask what they might be speaking about, if they do not reveal the answer to me, it probably is not worth my time.

3.)Walking down the Anthos Highway you come across a

masked man with a sword threatening a hooded figure, claiming he is a

necromancer.

Would the hooded figure be the necromancer, or the one threatening with a sword? This does not make much grammatical sense.

With all the violence so very presence in anthos, I could not be sure if either were telling the truth, and would only know if the accused necromancer showed his powers. If he did, then  I would gather forces to stop him.

Some morbid RP

(Smawton's dismemberment)

http://gyazo.com/09139b576443c65d19dd8a4e06642cd9
http://gyazo.com/2ea08c2a1ccbdfb646c137cf63e74f65

With the many deaths and gruesome killings around Mayumi, she has long past taken it in her stride as she witnessed it. Eventually she found herself sitting below a tree, drawing a gruesome death. Where did it all start? Mayumi was walking down a path, heading to no where that she would remember, and she witnesses a little girl having her intestines being strewn out along the gravel path. With a sudden urge to do some thing, she whips out her journal and starts drawing the freshly killed body in front of her. Eventually these actions became a hobby of hers. Adding it to the pile of other morbid hobbies ( Such as making dolls with the skin and hair she collects from 'animals' ), she continues on her way. Their deaths will finally not be forgotten.

Journal One  ( Might be morbidly graphic ):

 

Vulnir Velulaei: Cause of death, head smashed in with a shovel.

Zaniil Tinuvrie; Cause of death ; Dismemberment by shovel.

OOC CORNER

This is where Panda will be quick ink-like drawings and be posting them here. When ever her character Mayumi feels like drawing any gruesome death in LOTC ( there are so many ) she will be posting them up  here. She will not post an or even draw it with out the person's permission and they will be drawn in this style; Black ink on yellowed paper with the only colors being white, black, and red.

Mayumi looks up, then down at the crushed woman.

"Well, it does seem like she planned for that to happen. "

Mayumi waves at the small children who were forced to witness that, and then happily skips off like nothing happened.

Making sure no one is around, Mayumi draws her flaying knife and starts her work. With a dull expression full of no feeling for what she is doing, she starts with carving off the scalp of the dead man under the tree, and following with cutting his stomach open.

After a brief consideration, she confirms the obvious; the heart and lungs are too destroyed to harvest. She quickly start pulling out the length of intestines on the grass like she was pulling a length of rope, and then fish out his exposed lover and left kidney. Taking out some wrapping paper, she wraps up the scalp for hair to use for her dolls, and the organs for later cooking. Mayumi carries away the wrapped-up organs and continues on her way, singing a song about waste not, want not.

Bodies being so common place, there is no sympathy for the body, but his body will now live on for nourishment and entertainment.

(( There will also be uniforms and such. Panda needs to go interview the next members ))

HELPFUL LINKS

RP FLIER

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/93030-%E2%89%88a-ray-of-hope%E2%89%88/

"Let peace and justice finally rise like the sun, to rid the world of night."

  It is a guild that will have a slue of role-players who will be collecting people who perform crimes for public punishment. Characters in this guild find that killing people and locking them up do not work very well, since evil always finds a way. Our system will include public punishments that will not kill, but scar the flesh.

 As an example consider this : A person stabs a woman out of pure, cold blood and kills her. He is ultimately captured and bound, put in front of a crowd of people. He watches as the hand that was used to stab the woman is taken. He will not die, because already in the guild there are two doctors. Measures will be taken to ensure that the hand would be tied to restrict blood flow. There will be a hot torch embedded with embers at the ready to press against the bleeding stump to ensure the bleeding would stop. Non-player monks do not magically heal wounds, but they resurrect the dead.

Performing such a punishment in front of a crowd will strike fear into those who do wish to commit crimes. If only the lands did not have to strife to such lengths. The punishments will not be so severe all the time, lesser crimes should be punished with a scarring slash across the cheek, or whipping.  Punishments will only be as severe as the crime.

Another form of punishment will involve more people; public humiliation. There will be a cart in a square for those that have repeatedly committed crimes. The cart will be filled with rotting vegetables and fruit that will be flung into the face of the accused, and people are welcomed to openly mock him.

Though this guild is not all about finding those who commit wrong and protecting the innocent. There will be a slight society set up in the walls of the Solar keep as a sanctuary for characters who are just tired of all of the wrong going on in the lands. People who are tired of all the fighting in LOTC can come to the sanctuary and role-play with characters much like their own, those who actually wish to play with well-fleshed out, humanized characters. It will also be a sanctuary for those who are wishing to learn how to role-play, and know how to play like the best.

~*~ Ranks ~*~

The ranking system will be as followed; there will be a council of leaders that will organize raids for criminals, relations with other guilds and nations, and make decisions based around the future of the guild.

The ranks for people to be in combat ( Blaze team ) will be in this order :
 

                           Inferno ( Captains )                       

                         Flames (knights)                                  

                            Blazemen ( Guards/ soldiers/ police )    

                        Kindling ( Scouts/ prison guards )

                         Sparks ( Messengers/ reporters )

The lowest of rank is civilians, who will be assigned jobs in return for lodging and such based on their skill set. What will fuel this fire is the CRIMINAL THAT WILL BURN.

Member list

(( To be updated soon ))

((-OOC CORNER-))

How to apply :

The way to apply will not be the traditional ooc application; What you will need to do is to forum message Panda and she will start an IC and RP interview with Marian. She will also ask simple OOC questions like your time zone and such, but this will be a guild that is mostly in character. This is mainly OOC information about the guild, and there are RP fliers that will be role played as being put up fresh occasionally, and might even change from time to time.

There will also be future posts involving this guild including it's own art page!

( Just a little fun fact, if you scroll up and down the colored beginning text it has a kind of flame effect )

 

(( We already have a line of members at the waiting, any one else who would like to join, just message Panda ))

(( It's essentially about cutting off limbs. ))

(( Panda has never been there, she has only been told they are slummy slums.

ALSO THANK YOU ROIROI FOR YOUR HELP YOU ARE AMAZING!! ))

Marian, a tall hooded woman wearing robes of fine blue silk, travels about Anthos. There is a large stack of painted and inked parchments in her arms.  She stops at Salvus, and hammers a few of those parchments all around town. She does the same for the cities of Abresi, Malinor, and even the slums of Kralta (though she did not stay there for very long). For every city she passed, and pasted with her parchments, she was met with no officials, and there was truly no need for the posting permits that she had.

The Parchment reads : 


  Denizens of Anthos, take heed. Too long have we suffered, and too long have the powerful ignored our plight. With fear, we live in a world ripe with violence. Our children suffer beatings and mutilations while we can only stand and watch--helpless. No help comes to their aid; we have learned this. We are helpless ourselves. People say that things will change on their own, but they fail to realize things are only getting worse.  Do you not think it is now time for a new beginning? Can there truly be a time where we can live safely and see with utter satisfaction, true retribution delivered?  Will the world actually have a place where we can live, and feel safe to step outside?

People have become soulless and apathetic to the world around them, and those who commit such deeds go without reprimand. People accept the prospect of violence in the world, and ignore the harshness around them. Every person accepts that their lives will consist of constant horrors. Coming out of your homes every day, in the square in front of guards you can witness every day; a woman being stabbed repeatedly for the bread she holds. Some people even gather around her, watching as if it were a pleasant show. Others simply ignore her. You walk on, continuing like nothing happened because you fear for your life.  People fail to realize that these lands do not have to be this way, and we can stop it now for better lands for our children to live in.  We do not have to live in fear.

Our goal is to find, capture, and punish those who commit such wrongs. Our system will involve public punishments, with the intent to scar the reputation of criminals as public menaces, to take the hand of those who have committed wrongs. No longer will punishments be private and unheard of. No longer will evildoers throng among us--the general public oblivious to their presence. Foul filth shall instead be requited, as they should in a righteous world.

The people that we need to accomplish this are those who have been wronged, those who crave justice, and those who wish sanctuary from the evils of the world. The people we need are the brave, those willing to fight for a better world, and those who just wish sanctuary from the evils that surround them. For those who wish to pursue our goal, we are to be found in Ildicia, the former castle of the White Rose. Formally a hive of scum and villainy, it is now a beacon to shine with the light of peace and justice.

We are Sol Pacem.

We are a strong flame cutting through the darkness of the world.

(( OOC CORNER ))

The official guild post will be posted soon, as well as the application. All people interested will need to SURVIVE with Marian in an IC interview.

(( Eh. At least the pictures were pretty. ))

Yay!

[b]OOC Information[/b]

MC Name:

Pandasrcute2

Have you read and fully understood Kharajyr lore?:

Yup.

Have you read and fully understood the Kharajyr application rules?:

Yes.

Do you understand and accept that the Kharajyr application team may revoke this application in the future if they deem it necessary?:

HNNNG YES.

Do you agree to both follow and uphold Kharajyr lore throughout your time in the Kharajyr?:

Tell us one unique fact about Kharajyr lore, culture or history that you know.(We will check for plagiarism!):

Kitten Kha from ages 5-10 become more independent and are able to explore more, but are vastly dependent on their mothers for food and shelter.

You are not to desecrate the dead  for it is seen as ruining all of Kha history and all it represents. ( RANDOM FACT )


IC Information

RP Name (This includes your character’s prefix):   Ayztruul

Character Sub-race:  Kha'Tigrasi

Character appearance (Including age and gender):
 

http://gyazo.com/9a84d5c9e110a3caa057e78c794ca583

She is a brownish and very dark-colored Tigrasi who can blend into the shadows if not her fascination with the color red. She has a white chin along with her fluffy white belly that she is very bashful about at times. She has lost her sight in one eye when she was very long, though it would seem a bit hard to tell.

What is the personality of your character like?:
 

Being as young as she is at the current moment, she is reall quite fascinated with the world. She finds a slight distrust with even her fellow Kha because of her abandonment at such an early age by those Metztli will surely look down upon with divine hatred, but will not be named here.  She seems to love climbing trees and finding herself up on high places to gaze at the stars and even rest  under them at night. In the day she would usually be found looking under leaves and such things for little bugs to chase around. Clearly, she is more curious with nature and things like that. As for her disability of being blind, she doesn't notice, because she was never used to having two eyes to see with, and it barely hinders her ability to sense things, because she has a tenancy to sniff every thing with complete desire to memorize the smell of every thing.

Biography (If you are applying as a kitten, please only state the name of your parents/siblings)[/b]

Ion and Escharian seem to be going to be her adoptive paw'ents.

[b]Character’s ambitions within the Kharajyr:[/b]

Ayztruul seems to want to explore all the animals and insect of the island, but also she wants to map the stars. In all honesty she really has no idea what she wants to be, and a lot of times she feels like she wants to be every thing all at once! Though her future is undecided, she really would like to be a useful member of her Kha'munnity.

[b]Character’s strengths/weaknesses:[/b]

Her weakness of the present would need to be her blind eye, though she would stay optimistic and say that would heighten all of her other senses.

She does seem to be skittish, and would be easy to make jump, but she would try to cover that with a brave point. She is also good at  improvising and trying her best to be clever in any situation.

Another strength is her devout loyalty, but one would have to earn her trust to get that.

[b]Please provide a screenshot or 3D render of your character’s skin:[/b]

http://gyazo.com/9a84d5c9e110a3caa057e78c794ca583 ( Panda worked over 2 hours on it  :3 )

[b]Situational Roleplay Questions
1. You are heading home from a successful hunting trip when a group of three heavily armoured humans jump out from behind a tree and start demanding the surrender of your catch over to them. Each man has a sword drawn and they are gradually pacing towards you...

How does your character react?[/b]

Being just a little scrap of a Kha she currently is she would be thankful just to be able to go fishing with the adults, and she was able to even catch a couple of scrapping minnows herself that she is very proud of. At the sight of the humans she would instantly fluff up at them, she had never seen such beings before with such shiny metal. Going b y her instinct she would drop her relatively small bag of fish and  sprint up the nearest tree away from them. Using her claws to cling to the bark she would watch as the adults stood their ground in defence and bother parties would engage in combat. Flicking her tail about in annoyance of her weakness, she would spot some large cocoa beans by her and  grab on while still clinging to the tree with her other paws. She grabs the bean from the tree and aims it, throwing it down where she thinks a Guard's head would be, and it hits.

The man was wearing a metal helmet, so it doesn't harm him, but it does distract him enough to look up at what hit him, giving enough time for his throat to be viciously torn out by one of the adult Kha. After all that was said and done, and the humans lay in a bloodied and defeated heap, Ayztruul slid down from the tree. Some angry adults viciously scolded her for being so cowardly but in her defense she meekly meowed and pointed up at the cocoa beans. Even still that night she did not receive any fish.


[b]2. You arrive at the temple of Metztli only to see one of your closest friends stealing the sacred blue gems from the altar, a most unholy act for a Kharajyr.

How does your character react?[/b]

Being a little and very silly Kha she takes one look at such shiny blue stone and flicks her tail with curiosity and delight. She reaches out for a shiny blue stone and proclaims about it's beauty loudly, a bit too loudly because an adult  Kha over hears this and comes to see the little Kha fondling the alter's precious jewels. The Kha's fur bristles up in anger, and they run at the now startled little Kha with such fierceness. The jewels are snatched out of the Little kha's paws and they are harshly scolded with a nice and firm paw to their heads, then they are educated about the sacredness of the stones. Ayztruul never makes that same mistake again.

[b]3. You are in the Cloud Temple when a stout, angry little dwarf begins yelling highly racist terms towards you at the top of his lungs. Although unarmed, the dwarf continues to yell after he makes eye contact with you.

How does your character react?[/b]

Little Ayztruul marches up to the little man, not intimidated because of his height matching her own. She would start meowing harshly at him, not understanding a  common word coming from his mouth. The two end an hour long yelling session with sore throats, and a deep sense of confusion.

[b]4. Fire has broken out over the jungle city and you can hear the screaming of two Kha’ nearby. As you go investigate, you notice that one of your friends and the Tlatlanni’s white-furred child have gotten themselves trapped in opposite ends of a burning building. The roof creaks above you, if you were to get involved, you would only have time to save one before the building collapsed.

How does your character react?[/b]

Being such a young Kha with such a choice, and being very uneducated about how important the Tlatlanni's  cubs are,  she chooses to save her very familiar friend. Doing so she would only hope that another Kha helped the white Kha cub. Being so naive she would hope that was the case even after the screaming stopped when the roof collapsed upon the building. When she has  heard news that the Tlatlanni's only cub had died, she asked who it was. Her Paw'rents give her along and detailed explanation of the goddess, and the ruler of their khammunity. She does not tell any one what has happened, and the choice she could have made, but she spends a good long night outside on the tree, staring at the sky and begging the moon for forgiveness with some thing she had no clue or power over.